“Since you asked so nicely…”
I dive back in, spearing him again and again while I reachfor his cock. It takes just a few strokes for him to come on the old T-shirt I laid out below him. He tries to slump down, but I’m not quite done with him.
I pull him to his side, replacing my tongue with two thick fingers. I suck down his overstimulated cock, his tortured cries music to my ears.
“Oak, too much…”
He comes again.
I swallow, then suck harder. He drags the pillow over his face and screams. When a few more pitiful drops hit my tongue, I pull back with a smile.
He drags the pillow from his face. “Why the fuck did I wait so long to have sex? This shit isamazing.”
I wink, then pull him to standing. “Let’s take a shower and get ready to go in.”
Everyone in the penthouse will be up by six, so we don’t have time to do anything but shower. Which…disappointing. Then again, sudsing Silas’s perfect body is no difficulty on my part.
We finish the shower a little later than we should’ve, so I get dressed quickly and head out the door as he goes to the kitchen. I smile as he hums Fleetwood Mac.
Those songs are older than our fathers, and as I make my way up the stairs to the penthouse, I wonder if the scientist who raised him when he was a baby played them in the background.
Speaking of, I dug into the scientist. He was a geneticist, but I couldn’t find anything of note from him. No published papers, save for his dissertation. No books. No old-school podcast interviews.
The only photograph I could find was his college ID from the sixties. He appears to have been old enough to have opted out of social media.
Every time someone asks Silas about the scientist, he givesvague answers. I don’t believe it’s intentional. When Sy says he has a hard time remembering, I don’t doubt it. That’s more common than people realize.
I’ve had the chance to see him in active operations a few times now. It’s strange how he shape-shifts depending on who he’s paired with. He’s a smiling jokester with Anders. Quiet and serious with Odd. He’s the happiest version of himself with Hopper, even though Hopper isn’t officially a member of the Wimberley team.
Hop does tend to show up for a bit more than he’s strictly invited to, but no one’s tried to stop him.
At night, after everyone’s gone to bed, I sneak back down to his room and get into bed with him. As much as I enjoy the sex, I like the aftercare just as much. When he’s so satisfied and boneless that he falls asleep in my arms. The hard-bodied, lethal little spoon to my bearlike big spoon, his head nuzzled under my chin.
We’re all going into Wimberley today because the guys have a pretty big operation on the books. Hedy’s been after this particular trafficker for a while now, and she discovered he has a hidey-hole on South Padre Island, six hours south of Austin. She’s gonna fly the team out from Wimberley, so I’ll hang out in the office with Cupcake.
Silas doesn’t need Cupcake on operation days because that’s his happy place. She’s coming with me because she and I get along really well. Sy says it’s because Cupcake knows I’m the one making him happy when he isn’t killing very bad people.
Honestly, I’m flattered.
That said, this is the first time I’ll be helping to lead the debrief, which means I’ll be in the situation room during the operation. They’re going in on a group heavily suspected of human trafficking. These assholes have been slippery, and Hedy isn’t fucking around. She’s got nearly the entire team on it.
Given her operational notes, I think it might be overkill, but what do I know?
Rae is with me in the situation room, and her jaw is tight. In front of us is a grid of widescreen TVs, each operator’s body cam on one of the smaller screens at the bottom. Edison is in the lead, so his body cam takes up the movie theater-size screen at the top.
The location is an old-school strip mall, one that has been left to molder for a couple of decades. The big anchor store in the corner has been repurposed as office space, but there’s gunfire from the second the team breaches the front door.
Silas goes in, following Edison’s hand signals. Rae switches the view to Silas’s body cam. It feels like riding shotgun with a wraith, the way he slips around the bullet-ridden cubicle walls, finding the shooters then taking them out with one stripe of the ash gun.
The first guy he finds spins and raises his weapon. I inhale sharply, and Rae sends me a look. When the man falls in a line of ash on the floor, I let out a long breath, hand on my chest.
“You okay?” she asks, giving me side-eye.
“Yes. Just… He’s really fast.”
“Don’t worry about Silas. He’ll be fine.”
“Oh, I’m not worried about…”
