"Tell me you don't think about this," I growled against her ear. "Tell me you don't wake up wet, thinking about me inside you."
"Every night," she admitted, voice breaking. "Every fucking night."
I shifted my angle, hitting deeper, and she threw her head back with a cry that echoed through the empty silo. Her body tightened around me, so close to the edge.
"Come for me," I commanded, one hand moving to where we were joined, finding her clit with my thumb. "Come while you're thinking about how much you hate me."
She fractured around me, her body convulsing, walls clenching around my cock as she cried out my name like it was torn from her throat.
I followed her over, emptying myself inside her with a groan that sounded like surrender.
For a moment, we stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. Her legs were still wrapped around me, my face buried in her neck. Neither of us spoke.
There wasn't nothin’ left to say that our bodies hadn't already confessed.
Finally, I lowered her to the ground. Her legs shook as she stood there, and she didn't look at me when she pulled her dress down.
The white fabric was smeared with dirt and sweat, torn at one shoulder where I grabbed her too roughly.
I fixed my jeans, watching her. She moved to the small mirror she hung up years ago, trying to smooth her hair and wipe away the evidence of what we did. But there was no hiding it.
She didn't speak as she walked to the door. Didn't even look back.
Outside she whispered something to Cassia, then it was nothin' but hoof beats.
I stayed behind, sitting on the concrete floor where we first kissed when I was sixteen. My body was spent, but my mind was racin'.
This wasn't over.
It was never going to be over between Savannah and me.
The silo had always been our confessional. Our battlefield.
Now it's our purgatory—the place we return to punish each other and feel alive.
To remember what we lost and what we can't let go.
I knew she'd be back.
And so will I.
Back in the here and now, I stare at the text from Mercy, my thumb hovering over the screen.Savannah said to tell you 'hi' this morning.
"Hi" isn't a greeting—it's a summons. It's the sound of a match being struck.
It's code. Not something we ever agreed on, but it's Savannah's way of callin' me to the silo.
Meet me tonight. Fuck me tonight.
That's what 'Hi' means.
I rub my thumb over the screen, feeling the brand on my chest throb with my heartbeat.
I blow out a breath, wishin' this day was already over.
Waitin' until midnight will be torture.
I glance back at the clubhouse. The whole place is a powder keg. Brick’s selling us out. He wants me to join in. Accept whatever deal the Feds are offerin’. And if I refuse, he wants me dead.
