Page 60 of Weston’s Treasure

His hand flexed on her hip, encouraging her to continue.

“My mom was nasty and mean. I’ve turned into her.”

“You haven’t,” Weston returned.

“She’d say stuff just to hurt my dad. Like I did today.”

“You are not her.”

“She knew what buttons to push, the perfect thing to say for maximum damage.”

“You’re not her, Silver,” he repeated.

“But I am. I did that to my dad today. I was a bitch and I knew what I was saying when I was saying it and I knew it’d hurt him. That makes me her.”

“Not even close. You said what you said to your dad, not because you wanted to hurt him. You said it as a daughter reaching out to her father. A man who, while he loved her, didn’t do right by her. You bottled all of that up for so long it was bound to explode. And when it did, you finally gave him what he needed to hear.”

“That’s kind of what Alec said.”

In a moment of weakness, jealousy crept in. Weston knew Alec was not the sort of man to move in on another man’s woman, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t wary of the reasons Silver had opened up to Alec.

“What else did Alec say?” Weston inquired, trying to keep his tone even and his body still.

“He said, I needed to give you that.”

“Give me what?”

“How I was feeling about my behavior. He said I needed to give it to you before it festers. He said if I didn’t stop being insecure I was gonna lose you.”

Relief washed over him—she was giving it to him. She wasn’t hiding, wasn’t pushing him away, and wasn’t being stubborn. Straight-out she was giving Weston everything he wanted—all of her laid bare.

The feeling was heady. It was warm and it slid over him, making him even more certain. Treasure. He’d found it.

“You’re not gonna lose me.”

“I will if I don’t stop holding back because I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of, sweetheart?”

“I’m scared that now that I’m no longer in danger you won’t want me.”

Fuck. She believed that. Truly and deeply down to her bones she felt that fear.

Totally unacceptable.

He was done having this conversation on the couch where someone could walk in at any moment. But more importantly, Weston wanted to look at her while they were having it. He knifed up, taking her with him. Brought them to their feet and headed for the stairs. Uncaring the front door was unlocked and the TV was still on, he guided them and didn’t stop until he was in their room.

Theirs.

Silver stood motionless as he yanked her tee over her head, tossed it on the floor, pulled off his, and dropped it. He did the same with both of their jeans, her panties, and his boxers. And finally, he unclipped her black lacy bra and let that fall to the floor.

Weston wasted no time pulling the covers back and helping Silver into the bed. She remained silent, her big pretty hazel eyes trained on him, no looking away, no hiding, no bullshit.

He settled in over her, his hips in the cradle of her thighs. Weston took a moment to marvel in the moment. The first time he had her fully under him, with only one last thing between them. Something he planned to obliterate.

“Tell me why you’re scared,” Weston demanded.

Silver’s eyes widened at his question, her mouth opened and closed a few times before her brows pinched together and she finally muttered, “What?”