Silver works me through it, lapping away at my pussy and then placing kisses on my inner thighs.
It takes me several minutes to recover before I decide to get a little payback.
I push myself up on shaky arms and press against his chest, easing him onto his back. He goes willingly, his mouth half quirked in a smile.
I crawl over him with a confidence I’m still getting used to. His dick is hard and ready, glistening at the head and making me lick my lips.
I wrap my fingers around him, stroking slowly, watching the way his jaw clenches and his breath hitches.
“Solana...” he grunts.
I’m still learning myself, but one thing I do know is that when he groans like he is, it’s a good thing.
I lower my head and take him into my mouth.
His grunts and groans deepen, low and guttural sounds as my head bobs and I suck away. His hand finds the back of my head, and he helps guide me as I go.
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, working my tongue.
I want to make him feel as good as he always makes me feel.
When he finally comes, he spills inside my mouth with a gravelly groan and my name on his lips. I’ve never felt morepowerful as this alpha male’s dick throbs inside my mouth and I taste his cum.
Once we’ve sated our needs, we lay in his bed and talk about whatever comes to mind. I tell him the latest about the play as he attentively listens and occasionally offers input.
“Mr. Davies says I’m really capturing Magnolia’s essence. Whatever that means.”
He chuckles. “It means you’re talented as hell, baby. But I already knew that.”
I trace lazy patterns on his chest with my finger, following the outline of his skull tattoo. “What about you? How are things at the club?”
He’s quiet for a moment. I’ve learned that silence from him means he’s deciding how much he should tell me. I don’t push though, aware there are things about his world I can’t know. Probably things that would only put me in more danger.
But he always gives me some morsel of info. Some small piece as he lets me into his world. Enough to make me feel like a partner, not just a bystander.
“We’ve gotten into some hot water,” he finally says. “With a cartel.”
I lift my head to look at him. “A cartel?”
He exhales a deep breath. “Yeah. It’s a deal gone bad. That Tom only exacerbated by having us go on the offensive against them. Now they’re likely out doing the same. It’s... complicated.”
“Is that who left the head?”
“It’s possible. But it could always be somebody else. I’ve got no shortage of enemies.”
I chew on my lower lip, the anxiety creeping back in. “Do you think... do you think somebody’s onto us? About Kel?”
He goes still beside me. Then his arm comes around my shoulders and pulls me firmly up against him. “We covered our tracks. Nobody’s ever gonna find out, Solana. I made sure of it.”
“But what if?—”
“Hey.” He tilts my chin up so I’m looking at him. His blue eyes steady on mine, certainty swimming in them. Certain. “I’ll always protect you. No matter what. You’re never gonna be in trouble. Not while I’m breathing. You understand me?”
I search his face for any hint of doubt, but there’s none to be found. He means every last word.
“I believe you,” I whisper.
And I do. I know Silver will find a way out of this. He always does.
