Silas kisses my neck before letting me go, and I race into the salon to shut everything down. Ms. Diane was a late add, so I promised the salon owner, Lucinda, I'd lock up and get everything ready to open tomorrow.
I quickly put all the bottles back in place and grab fresh towels to restock the sinks. When I come out front, Silas is sweeping the floor, brushing everything into the salon vac. I hustle to the front and turn the sign off, and then check out the register, locking everything in the office safe.
Silas helps me out of my work smock and slides my lunch bag over his shoulder while I fish the keys out of my purse.
He offered to help me open my own salon, but I am hoping we get pregnant soon, and Lucinda has already told me I can pick my hours once we start having kids. Silas has been feral and ready to knock me up since I told him my hesitation for starting a new business. He sleeps with his cock buried deep inside me so that the baby juice has a better shot. His words, not mine. I don't mind. My so-not-a-virgin-anymore husband is like a teenager, and I get the benefit of all his pent-up energy.
"Oh, Whitney texted." I pull my phone out when we get to the sidewalk and glance at the message. Some kind of tech genius made Foxy Falls his home a year or so ago, and we are now able to get cell service in town for most of the year, if the weather isn'ttoo bad. We still don't get it up the mountain, so Silas is pleased. He loves his solitude, and I must admit, I love being in our own bubble far enough away from everyone else when we want to.
Whitney
I have an extra ticket for the festival next week if you can swing it?
Wednesday. Artemis Wonder is on at eight. Silver Langford plays at six.
"Do you mind if I go to the music festival with Whitney next Wednesday?" I ask.
"Of course not. We can stay at the apartment in town that night." Silas grins, his eyes bouncing down to my chest and then back to my eyes again.
My core clenches with need from the promise of that look.
I moved in with Silas immediately, or, as he likes to put it, he took me home one night and I never left.
He brings me down the mountain early in the morning on the days I work at the salon. I told him I don't mind driving, but he likes the ritual of dropping me off with a kiss before heading out into the woods for the day. He insists on picking me up, and I love how much he wants to care for me.
I only work four days a week now, so on Saturdays, he drops me off and then hangs out at my old apartment or gets supplies that we need for the next week. Most nights, we don't sleep over in town, but ever since I told him we should keep it as a secret sex pad he's given me the best orgasms of my life in that little old apartment. I like to think that it's making up for all the nights I could only dream of having him in my bed.
I'm in. Just you and me or are any of the guys coming?
Headed home. If I don't respond, I'll get back to you tomorrow.
Whitney's night after the auction was as interesting as mine. Let's just say quite a few people are glad Silas didn't stop and offer her help when we saw Flint carrying her down the street.
I jump in the truck and turn to my mountain man with a smile.
"Buckle up, Dolly," Silas growls, narrowing his eyes at me like he knows what I'm thinking. It's always for his benefit, but he doesn't like to drive when I'm not wearing a seat belt. I shrug, not taking my eyes off him as I click the buckle into place. I can do what I want using the lap belt.
"Tell you what, baby. If you can last until we get home, you pick the position."
Silas's fingers tangle in my hair as I lean forward, and he reaches in the backseat to grab a blanket to throw over me so that nobody sees us. It's my favorite foreplay with him. Sometimes, we pull over into that little turnabout ten minutes from home purely out of nostalgia.
As I unzip his pants, Silas pants out a breath of anticipation, and my heart squeezes.
I love this man.
His heart.
His soul.
And his impressive endurance.
