I look to Oakley for his reaction.
“We’ll keep this close to the vest for now,” Oakley says, his voice steady. “But not for long.”
“Really?” I ask, searching his expression.
He looks down at me and pulls me into a hug. “Really. Of all the secrets in this family, us being together will not be one of them.” He turns to Rami. “We need a bit more time to make sure we’re both on the same page, but then we’ll tell everyone.”
“I think that’s a great plan, cousin.”
Rami’s smile broadens and he brings us together in an effusive hug, even though I’m pretty sure we smell like sex and lube.
I smile, and Rami’s eyes get a little misty.
“You two are so fucking cute.” He looks between the two of us and taps his nose. “Want me to hang on to Cupcake for a little bit longer?”
I look down at the floor, but Oakley wraps his arm around my waist. “That would be fantastic, thank you.”
16
OAKLEY
We don’t havea lot of time before the Wildlings will be up and moving for the day, so Silas is sucking my cock while playing with my nipples.
“Holy…fuck.Sy.”
But I don’t want to be a two-pump chump, so I focus on his scariest tats. It’s hard to come too quickly when Pennywise is smiling up at you.
Over the last month, I’ve become intimately acquainted with all of Silas’s tattoos—even the ones the other Wildlings don’t know about. I’d assumed he was a huge horror fan until last week, when I asked him what his favorite horror movie was.
He shook his head. “Can’t watch ’em. They give me nightmares.”
I stared at him. “I never thought a legitimately scary guy could ever be terrified.”
“I mostly terrify myself.” His eyes shifted downward. “Getting scary characters tattooed on my skin reminds me that I can control the fear. And the rage.”
And that was Silas too. There was something charmingly principled in his contradictions.
Sy makes an adjustment to the toys he’s using on my nipples, and it brings my sleep-deprived brain back into focus.
I’ve also discovered in these last few weeks that Silas is a fan of experimentation. When he found out that I love having my nipples sucked, for instance, his first question was “But how can I suck your nipples when I’m sucking your cock?”
It was an excellent question. I teased him a little, telling him we could bring in someone else to suck my nipples, but then his eyes turned black and… If he thinks that’s going to prevent me from teasing him like that again, he could not be more wrong.
Because it turns out that rage-baiting Silas is a really great way to inspire his creativity.
For instance, when I told him that I hated standard-issue nipple suckers—they hurt—he did some research and came back with two identical boxes. He held them out in his palms to me, a brilliant and disturbing smile on his face.
“What are these?” I asked.
“Open them.”
What they ended up being was a pair of clit stimulators, the kind with the gentle vacuum suction. I would’ve never thought to experiment with those, nor would I have thought to buy a pair of them.
“You didn’t really need to get two,” I said, confused.
“You have two nipples.”
“So you wanna put them on at the same time?”
