“You do,” I sobbed, my hands gripping his biceps. “Only you.”
He increased his pace, and the sensation was incredible. My breaths started coming in short, sharp gasps as my hips snapped back against his involuntarily, trying to chase more friction. Pleasure built in a way it never had, too fast, too sharp, and completely unmanageable. I reached down to touch myself, desperate for release, but before my hand could even get there, I was on the brink of coming.
“Silas! Fuck, I’m close!” I shouted, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
My orgasm hit me like a goddamn freight train, and I came without even stroking my cock. Convulsions violently ripped through me, causing my back to arch and my toes to curl. Cum spurted against my stomach in forceful jets from nothing more than him being inside me.
Silas froze and watched me fall apart; his thrusts stopped and his eyes went wide. “Fuck,” he breathed.
He managed to drive into me three more times, hard and fast, before my name ripped from his lips, and he poured his own release deep inside.
I collapsed in on myself, completely spent. Silas pulled out gently, sitting back on his heels, admiring his handiwork. My release was splattered across my skin, leaving a beautiful, erotic mess against my stomach and tattoos as we tried to catch our breath.
“Hands-free. You’ve never done that before.”
“Shut up,” I mumbled, my face burning. “I didn’t know I could.”
“Fuck, I love that your mine,” he said, satisfaction dripping heavily from his voice. A lazy finger trailed up my thigh as his eyes fixated on my release. “Definitely mine.”
“I should clean this up.” I reached for the sheet. As soon as my fist made contact, Silas caught my wrist in a vice grip.
“No,” he said holding my gaze. His eyes were dark again, hungry in a completely new, feral way. I’m pretty sure my brain stopped working entirely.
I watched, paralyzed, as this man ran his tongue over every hill and valley of my stomach, tasting me and cleaning the mess off my skin like he was savoring a meal. It was primal, filthy, and the most possessive thing anyone’s ever done to me. When our eyes met again, a dark smirk played upon his lips.
“And you’ve never done that,” I groaned as I watched him swallow.
“New rule.” He shrugged. “I don’t waste anything.”
Silas had been making little pop-shot jokes at me all morning and complaining quietly about how his lower back hurt and that “some people” didn’t know how to pace themselves. Even though the digs were directed at me, I felt light and happy.
We had barely walked through the talent entrance of the arena when Evan stopped us. He appeared out of nowhere, blocking our path to the main hallway, with an intense expression.
“Hey,” he started in a low voice while glancing around to make sure no one was listening. “I just saw the assignment sheet. Presley put you guys in the B-block storage room again instead of the main locker room.”
My good mood evaporated instantly. I sighed, dropping Silas’s hand.
Silas’s jaw tightened. “Are you kidding me?”“Don’t you dare try and act like it’s nothing!” Evan fumed, crossing his arms. “It is insanely illegal. You guys need to talk to HR. Besides, there’s been some talk going around that Presley may be on thin ice with his dad anyway because of the PR mess. Maybe you could get him fired for workplace discrimination.”
A heavy sigh escaped as I rubbed the back of my neck. “It’s pointless, Ev.”
“Cal’s right.” Silas shrugged, though he looked defeated. “If we bring it up, it just puts a bigger target on our backs. And then inevitably it’ll get swept under the rug, and Presley will find a way to punish usinthe ring.”
A string of curses tumbled from Evan as he threw his hands up. “I hate this for you guys. Presley is literally just punishing you because he can. Like a petty, vindictive assh—”
“REED! KINCAID!”
The screeching voice echoed down the concrete hallway, and all three of us turned. Evan clenched his jaw and bit his tongue as Presley marched toward us, his face set in that permanent scowl.
Forcing Ev to stay back, since he looked like he wanted to punch our CEO, Silas and I headed for Presley. Once in range, he grabbed us by our arms and pulled us into a makeshift office near the loading dock, slamming the door behind us. He took his place behind a folding table and glared before clearing his throat.
“Listen,” he began with a half-hearted and entirely insincere grimace. “I apologize for yelling at you in the hallway the other day. It was unprofessional.”
We didn’t respond.
“But, with that being said, the decision still stands. You will dress in a separate area so nobody in the locker room feels uncomfortable with your…dynamic.”
Silas and I just stared at him. The sheer audacity of this guy was staggering.
