I haven’t seen that look on him in a long time, but I recognize it well. He’s doing everything he possibly can to hold himself back and not knock this fucker to the ground.
Heat quickly rises inside me as my focus zeroes in on Ashton’s smug fucking smirk.
Fuck this shit.
Without another thought, I push to my feet and punch him right in the face.
The impact snaps his head back as he stumbles, and his hands fly up to his face as blood starts pouring from his nose.
“Fuck!” he shouts, and his fiancée shrieks from across the pub.
Silas jumps off his chair with wide eyes, reaching out to grab my arm as a bartender quickly starts making his way towards us.
I shake my hand out as pain radiates over my knuckles, and keep my eyes on Ashton, hunched over and groaning.
Fuck, that felt good.
“You deserved that a long fucking time ago,” I say to him. “I’m just sorry it took me this long to do it.”
I lift my hands in surrender as the bartender approaches and step backwards. “We’re leaving.”
Silas quickly pulls his wallet out, dropping cash on the table for the beer, then grabs my arm to pull me through the pub towards the exit.
Once we’re outside, he turns to face me, and a wide smile slowly spreads across his face.
“That was fucking awesome,” he says.
I huff out a laugh, rubbing my knuckles as the ache starts to settle in. “That felt fucking awesome.”
His expression softens as he pulls a breath deep into his lungs and lets it out slowly. His gaze drops to my mouth for a second, then back to my eyes. “Thank you.”
I step towards him as a crackling energy seems to form between us.
“Take me home, and you can thank me the right way.”
FORTY-FOUR
My fingers twitchand my heart races as Silas parks next to his old truck at the cabin. I’m still riding the high from punching that fuckwit Ashton in the face like he deserved… But there’s been something else scratching the back of my mind the past couple days.
And now… I know I want it.
With each step I take after Silas as I follow him into the cabin, my courage builds. And the second the door is shut behind us, it just comes out.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Jesus Christ.
How do I install a filter on myself?
Silas whips aroundwith wide eyes. “What?”
Mine are just as wide as I stare back at him. But… we’re here now. I said it. There’s no taking it back. And really, I don’t want to.
I want him to fuck me.
The thought has been creeping in lately every time I catch myself watching him, and I keep pushing it down and ignoring it. But it’s only become louder and harder to ignore. Especially with all the adrenaline pumping through me after tonight.
I slowly nod and pull in a breath. “Alright, so I could have said that better, but…” I step towards him and slide my hands around his waist. “I’ve been thinking about it, and… I do. I think… no, IknowI want it. If you do.”
