Sex with Silas was like an extreme sport. It was exhilarating and full of adrenaline, leaving you drained and content in its wake. Thankfully, I’d had a few hours of sleep to recharge.
I curled my hand around his thick length, stroking him as he hoisted me up on the kitchen counter and pulled my panties off.
“I want to taste you,” I told him. I wasn’t sure how well he’d fit into my mouth, but I wanted to find out.
“Later,” he whispered into my ear as he pushed himself through my folds.
We moaned in unison as he buried himself as deep as he could. I fell onto the counter, my back muscles screaming at me for the continual abuse, and flung the half-filled coffee cup off the surface, the shattering sound only seeming to encourage Silas to thrust harder.
My release was building quickly, and I gripped the edges of the counter, trying to steady myself as Silas kept up his punishing pace. His hand drifted across my hip bone, and then his thumb was drawing circles around the hard bundle of nerves between my legs, making me see stars.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful when you’re splayed in front of me like this,” he growled, pressing his thumb a little harder.
I moaned in response, feeling a familiar tightness coil inside. I was so close, so fucking close to shattering.
“Come on my cock, baby. Let me see you fall apart.”
His words did me in. And my writhing, climaxing body must have had the same effect on him, because his pace grew frantic.
“Fucking hell, Adeline,” he bit out, his eyes closing as he shuddered his own release.
God, he was magnificent when he came.
He continued pumping into me for a few more moments before offering a hand and pulling me up into a tight embrace. My fingernails dug crescents into his shoulders as I struggled to catch my breath, my body still humming with the aftermath of the orgasm.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to let you leave after this,” he said.
I opened my mouth to say something witty, but a firm knock broke on the door.
We froze, staring at each other. My brows shot up in a silent question, and he shook his head. He wasn’t expecting anyone.
“Dude! It’s past twelve. Wake the fuck up!” Cole’s voice sounded. “We brought lunch for your sick ass.”
His face spelled confusion as clearly as mine did panic. He pulled out with a hiss, and I pushed past him, looking for my clothes, picking up my panties from the ground and frantically trying to figure out how we were going to get out of this.
“One sec!” Silas yelled before grabbing me by the shoulders. “Adeline, calm down,” he whispered. “It’s going to be fine. Just go get dressed. I’ll clean up here.”
I nodded, rushed to the bathroom, and locked the door. My reflection confirmed my fears. Everything about me screamed that I’ve just been thoroughly fucked.
There was no time to shower, so I quickly wiped the wetness off my inner thigh and got dressed. My hair was hopeless, but I washed my face and rinsed my mouth with the Listerine I found beneath the sink.
When I heard the guys come in, I took one last look in the mirror, took a deep breath, and went back into the living room.
Cole’s and Ezra’s chatter stopped when they saw me. Abel wasn’t with them, which lessened my stress somewhat, and I mustered a casual smile.
“Hey! Welcome back. How was your trip?”
Ezra shot Silas a look, but the tall guitarist didn’t react in any discernible way.
Cole came over and gave me a warm hug. “Great, until the forecast changed, and we had to leave a day early to avoid getting rained on in the middle of nowhere,” he said. Taking a step back, he scanned my appearance, as if trying to work something out.
Actually, I knew exactly what he was trying to work out. I just hoped he wouldn’t.
“Seems like you took my request to make sure Silas would be okay very seriously,” Ezra said with a teasing grin.
I flushed. “Yeah, I kept him company when I wasn’t at the bar.”
“Uh-huh.” Ezra gave me a pointed look before turning away and pulling out wrapped breakfast sandwiches from a big paper bag. “Want lunch? I got extras since Silas eats like an elephant.”
