Sweat starts to dampen my skin as we move faster and faster. I can barely catch my breath when I come so hard that I practically forget my own name.
“Silas,” I pant.
“Fuck, Brooke. I can feel you pulsing around my cock.” He pushes up into me as I come, and then he holds my hips in place as he comes.
I pretty much collapse on his chest, and he wraps his arms around me, stroking up and down my back.
“I’m just sayin’, married sex is pretty fucking awesome,” he rumbles under me.
I smile, and even though it was my idea to get married, I have to face my brother soon, then my dad, and I have no idea how I’m going to explain this. Not to mention, Silas and I still need to figure out whatthisis.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
BROOKE
After we realizedthat neither one of us had any fresh clothes–and we didn’t have time to go to our rooms at the other hotel–Silas ran down to the hotel shop while I showered. I’m not in panic attack mode. Yet. Still, I can’t help but run the events of last night through my head again now that I’m alone and can think without his ridiculously sexy body distracting me.
Was this the craziest thing I’ve ever done? Hands down. However…my brother and my therapist both said to have fun in Vegas, let loose and all that. So…I did.
Oh my god. What have I done?
I stop pacing and walk over to the window looking out over the Strip and pull in a deep breath to steady myself.
While I admittedly have feelings for Silas and have definitely been attracted to him for a long time, this wasn’t exactly in my plan.
What’s even crazier about this though, is that when I brought up the annulment, he was like ‘nah’. Well not in those words exactly, but not in a rush to do it. Like he really wants to be with me, and see how it goes.
And I kinda want to too.
I start to pace again and he opens the door to the room, smiling.
“I found some clothes for us.” He has a Bellagio sweatshirt for me, a t-shirt for himself, and some shorts for both of us. “We better hurry if we want to get there in time.”
I nod, and shake myself out of my thoughts.
We dress quickly, and make our way down to the lobby.
Now, as we make our way out of the Bellagio to the Marriott, the hotel we were supposed to be at last night, I’m still trying to figure out what I’m going to say, and how I’ll explain this to my dad and brother.
“You okay, Cupcake?” Silas has my hand in his as we walk out of the hotel.
“Honestly? No. I’m just trying to work out in my head how to tell them.”
I look up at him. I don’t want to make him feel bad or think that I regret what we did last night because I’m not sure that I do. But this is a lot to take in, and knowing I have to explain it all is making me a bit sick to my stomach.
He stills, his movements gentle as he cups my cheek. “Listen, Brooke. I don’t want to cause you stress over this.” His thumb brushes just beneath my eye. “I know you didn’t marry me for love. Hell, you didn’t even know how good we’d be together in bed until after.” A quiet smile tugs at his mouth before fading. “But I can’t explain it perfectly, other than this just … feels right to me.” His voice drops. He’s honest in a way that makes my chest ache. “I’m truly happy. Right here. In this moment.”
He exhales slowly and continues, “If you want to grab a car and ride down to the courthouse and get this annulled before anyone knows, I’ll do it. I swear. I’ll only do it if it’s whatyouwant—not because you’re worried about what your dad will say. Or your brother. Or your friends. Or your professors. Or me.” His eyes search mine. “What doyouwant?”
It’s a loaded question.
What do I want?
I want my dad not to lie awake, worrying that his daughter married a football player on a whim in Vegas and threw her life away for a man he doesn’t know. I want my brother not to lose his mind and take it out on Silas. I want to be the perfect daughter—the one who follows the rules, gets the good grades, doesn’t cause a ruckus, and keeps her family calm.
But what I also want is to feel alive.
