“You’re here,” I say stupidly.
“I’m here.”She steps inside, and I close the door behind her, pressing her against it.“Three weeks is?—”
“Too fucking long.”I kiss her, and it’s not gentle.It’s desperate and claiming and three weeks of wanting all poured into one moment.
She kisses me back just as hard, her hands fisting my shirt, pulling me closer like she can’t get enough.
I should get us away from the door.Anywhere else—the bedroom, the couch, the floor.I don’t care.
But all I can focus on is Bailey—finally, finally in my arms again.
Bailey
This kiss is messy—allteeth and tongue and hot breath and skin.
Silas’s hands are undoing my jeans, and his statement “I have to know which pair” is punctuated by the sound of my zipper.
For a moment I can’t even remember what he’s talking about.And then the jeans are shoved down from my hips and he’s leaning back and staring down at my body.
“Fuuuuuck, the blue ones.”
Oh right.The panties I wore just for him.
He stares for a beat and then tugs me forward, and I’m laughing while he pushes me away from the door and guides me to bend over the arm of his couch.
And then it’s not funny anymore.
Silas kneels down, his hands on my ass as he spreads me apart.These panties are cheekies with lacy edges and I can feel Silas’s exhale on my bare skin.
“This part, right here,” he says, and then I whimper when his fingers trace the lace all the way down the back to my puffy, swollen lips.He encourages me to spread my legs further and he works his hand in to cup my pussy.“This part is so fucking hot.”
He presses harder, rubbing a circle until he finds my clit through the fabric, and he zeroes in.My eyes roll back and I bite my lip, already feeling an orgasm starting to build.It’s probably been building since Silas put his hand on my back at On the Rocks, fed by our incessant teasing all night long.
Oh god.
Suddenly Silas’s hand is gone.“Wha?—”
And then he’s back, peeling the damp panties from my body, just pulling them to the side, and I hear an obscene wet sound before something presses inside me.A finger—his thumb, I think?—slicked from his mouth.
“I want to feel it.”And then pressure’s on my clit again, rubbing me hard and fast, and I tumble over the edge, pulsing around him and collapsing against the arm of the couch.He keeps rubbing, and I squeeze my thighs together, trapping his hand, but don’t stop him.
Then his body’s over mine and fuck he’s still fully clothed while I’m a sopping mess beneath him.His erection presses into my ass through his jeans and his breath is hot on my back.
“What do you think, temptress?Can you come again?I know you’ve earned it.You’ve been a very good girl for three long weeks.”
It takes a few minutes of squirming and panting (on my part) and cocky dirty talking (on his part), but I come again, my scream muffled by the couch and the slickness dripping down my thighs.
“Fuuuck, Bailey.”
I turn my head so I can get more air, and my gaze connects with Echo’s, who is staring at us with wide eyes.I burst into laughter.
Silas’s head raises from my back and I feel his laughter too.“Hey, baby girl, did we traumatize you?”
“Yep.And we’re about to do it again.”I glance at Silas over my shoulder and his grin is wicked.
“Oh are we?”
He helps me up, but then we’re kissing once more and I want him inside me so badly that I’m the one dragging him back to his bedroom.I stumble because my jeans are around my ankles and he helps me out of them, tossing them over his shoulder and fusing our mouths back together.
