“Spitfire, this looks extremely kinky,” he observes, making me laugh. “Kyren, if you're planning on eating her pussy this morning, I have to say that Silva is wearing too many clothes for that.”
“Did you come over for a quickie?” Kyren teases, smoothly rolling up on his feet until he’s standing.
My hand drops to my side, and I raise my brow at Syrus with a wry grin.
“I wasn’t originally planning that, but now I think I need to finish what you started,” he growls. “I can’t have you riling up my girl without a happy ending, can I?”
Kyren huffs out a laugh as he walks around Syrus.
“Well, if you plan to make her scream, be aware that sound carries in this house,” Kyren snarks.
His words make me wince slightly, until Syrus lifts me over his shoulder, careful of the knife in my hand and shoves Kyren out the door.
“Maybe I want people to hear her scream,” Syrus says with a shrug.
Looking up, I see Kyren’s jaw drop just before the door is shut in his face and Syrus locks the door.
“Now, I want my breakfast between your thighs on the island before I make sure you eat a proper meal,” he rumbles, kicking off his boots at the door before his feet eat up the ground between the entryway and the kitchen.
“I think I can live with that,” I giggle, feeling my pussy slick as he lays me out on the island.
Syrus puts the knife away before he shoves my shirt up and rips away my panties.
“Good. Your breakfast might be awhile,” he murmurs, pushing my thighs up and pinning them to the island. “I plan to take my time.”
“It’s still early…Argh!”
His tongue drags through my slick, and I can tell he plans to hold to his word.
Thank god for Syrus.
Chapter Sixteen
Isidro
I’m determined to do the maintenance work on Silva’s house. I got on her roof three days ago and cleaned her drains, mowed her lawn, and trimmed her trees. Then I pressure washed her driveway, sidewalk, and front and back porches two days ago by myself.
I was so sore, I couldn’t move that night, and I made Harlan give me a full body massage. Fuck, getting Silva’s attention is working out muscles I wasn’t aware I had.
Yesterday, Harlan and Kyren helped me pressure wash her entire house, which for a two floor property was a decent undertaking. They were helping Sloane and Aiden with something earlier, which is why they couldn’t help me. I’m a stubborn bastard and refused to wait.
In addition to powerwashing, we filled any holes and also scraped and sanded everything we possibly could.
This is a damn mission and a half. I just know it’s going to fucking snow soon and I want this all done before that. We’vegarnered glances from people as we’ve worked, but I don’t really care about other people’s opinions.
We’re here for Silva, and since we’ve made our first contact with her, I’m no longer interested in the town’s thoughts about us. Although, it’s nice to no longer have Shep glare at me whenever I went by to ask him about my vehicle.
It’s back in my possession, with a new battery. Miraculously, there were no other issues, though I knew that would be the case. The smoke bomb was cosmetic only.
“Are you sure we have the right paint?” Harlan asks, staring at the house as if it’s going to fucking bite him.
We bought the paint that she mentioned for the different areas of the house a half hour ago, we have ladders up, and I think a healthy fear of fucking this up. We’ve been trying to do this all while Silva is out of the house, but I’m pretty sure she’s still asleep.
Kyren told us about hearing her scream in fear, and then later pleasure once Syrus entered her house. Goddamn, I’m a little jealous I wasn’t a fly on the wall for the latter.
I swear though, if she has a nightmare while we’re here, I’m climbing through the damn window. I fucking hate the idea of her being in any pain. I know we need to prove our worth, and I plan to. However, I draw the line at nightmares.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” I admit. The house desperately needs new paint, the colors she’s chosen are kind of bland, but whatever. It’s her house. “Let’s start with the main house, and then the accents after.”
