"You gonna eat that?"
I grin. "All yours, big guy."
As I watch, he destroys the rest of the food, folding the bacon inside the pancakes, pouring syrup on the hashbrowns and using the pancake to shovel it all into his mouth. When he uses his fingers to get the last drips of syrup off the plate, he makes eye contact with me and cringes.
"Sorry. I've been hungry since we went to sleep last night. Shoulda eaten more at your dad's."
"I like watching you eat. My dumb lizard brain thinks it's sexy."
He chuckles. "Wait till you see me during the off season. Hunter and Jett and I have a fourth of July party that's just an excuse for inhaling hot dogs and hamburgers. We eat until one of us taps out or pukes."
"Gross!" I wrinkle my nose playfully. "I'd say I don't believe you, but I've seen you on the ice. You three are insanely competitive."
"Puking is a badge of honor," he assures me. "Besides, I'm the tallest, broadest Huxley brother. I dominate."
"I'll believe it when I see it." Realizing that we're making plans for months from now, which is decidedly relationship territory, happens. Sticking to safer topics seems better. I clear my throat. "So what now?"
"It's icy outside. I think we should wait a couple of hours for the sun to warm up the roads."
I look at him, nibbling on my lower lip. "And what do you suggest we do to pass the time?"
Fishing for an invitation to get Silas naked becomes my strategy. But he turns stiff, uncertain what to do.
"We can, uh... just... hang out?"
Right. The thing about Silas is that he's excessively polite, to the point of stringent self-denial. I turn to him, my cheeks heating.
"What if I said I wanted you to fuck my brains out?"
His gaze snaps to my face, turning heated. "Scout... I don't want to take advantage of you. You were just sobbing in my arms last night."
"Please?" I press my lips to his before he can say more, desperate to taste him. "Please, Si? I want you."
He kisses me back, slowly. It feels as though he's testing to make sure this is really what I want. When I whimper and press closer to him, he deepens the kiss with a groan. He digs his hand into my curls, taking control, and gives me exactly what I'm asking for.
His hands are everywhere at once. Stripping my clothes off. Sliding down my body with purpose. I arch into his touch, gasping, already so wound up that every nerve endingfeels exposed and raw. I yank at his clothes, frustrated, needing to feel his naked skin against mine.
Silas stands for a minute, shucking his clothes. He’s a hockey god made of pure muscle and he towers over me. His broad shoulders ripple as he moves, those defined pecs and cut abs catching the dim motel light. Dirty blond hair falls in messy waves around his face. Blue eyes gone dark with want, pupils blown wide.
His thighs are massive, all corded muscle and raw power. But mostly, my eyes are focused on his cock. Like the rest of Si's body, it's fucking enormous, thick and long, veiny and flushed. Just looking at it makes my clit ache. Needy, I whine and writhe every second he's not touching me. When he crawls back over me, I feel this enormous sense of relief.
"The walls are thin," he murmurs, pressing kisses against my throat. He shapes my breasts. In his giant hands, they almost seem dainty, even though I’m a G-cup.
"I don't care," I breathe.
"I can't have anyone else knowing what you sound like when I make you come." He bites down on my pulse point and I moan despite myself. "So you're going to have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?"
I nod frantically.
"Good girl." He slips his huge hand down between my legs and slowly slides two fingers inside me. My eyes roll up in my head. I have to bite my fist to keep from crying out. He whispers, "Jesus, Scout. You're so wet for me already. You need this, don't you? Need me to make it better?"
"Yes," I gasp, my hips bucking. At this point, I’m pretty sure he's the only man that can make it better. "God, yes. Please."
Silas alternates between slowly finger fucking me and swirling two fingers around my clit. It's good, but not enough.He works me with his fingers, slowly and deliberately, building me up until I'm shaking with need. I run my hands through his shaggy hair and scrape my nails down his back. My hips roll of their own volition and beads of sweat break out across my brow.
Aggravatingly, Si growls whenever my hands wander down his body, heading for his cock. "Be patient, Pretty Girl. Let me take my time with you first. My cock is big enough that it'll hurt unless you're ready to take it. I have to warm your pussy up, get you needy and to the point of begging for my cock."
I both love that and hate it. He keeps up his finger-fucking and clit-swirling, driving me crazy. The need to come is riding me so hard that I'm about to come out of my skin. When he gets me close, right on the edge of breaking, he pulls back. "Uh uh. Not yet."
