Page 58 of Damaged

I kissed him hard and then ran my tongue teasingly down his body, stopping only to keep lapping at any part of his body that made him cry out. By the time I reached his weeping dick, Silver was shaking with need. He had managed to brace himself on his elbows so he could see what was happening. I let him feed me his dick, but I only gave it a few hard tugs before popping off.

“Spread your legs for me, baby.”

He instantly did as I said. His pants made it impossible for him to open them very wide but it didn’t matter. My body had taken over, leaving me helpless to do anything but feel.

I slowly made my way back up Silver’s body. When his bare cock touched mine, we both let out moans. Silver had his eyes shut and was trying desperately to open his legs wider, but to no avail.

I planted a hard, lusty kiss on his lips. “Next time the pants come off,” I growled.

Silver’s eyes met mine as he clasped my cheeks with his sweaty palms. “Definitely,” he said with a smile.

The moment of lightness was exactly what I needed. I covered his mouth and dueled with his tongue. But the kiss ended abruptly when I pressed my hips against his and slid my body forward. Silver let out a harsh cry. With every thrust of my dick against his, Silver did something. He made sounds, he gripped my arms like he needed to hold something, he lifted his lower body so he could increase the pressure of his dick sliding against mine.

“Okay?” I asked as I pressed my sweaty forehead against his. We were both looking down at our lower bodies.

Silver nodded. His pupils were blown, and his entire body was drawn tight like a rubber band that had been stretched to its limits. I wasn’t faring much better, but it wasn’t until Silver’s hands slid down my back and then disappeared under the waistband of my jeans that I completely lost it. With his palms urging me on, I ground my hips hard against his and lowered my body so he was carrying my full weight. I planted my hands on the mattress just above his head. I would have liked to kiss him, but I was too focused on the feel of his wet dick sliding against mine. Silver removed his hands from my ass and wrapped them around my biceps instead.

I was about to tell him I was close, but it wasn’t necessary because I felt the moment his body shattered. He cried out in relief and arched his neck. The sensation of his hot cum against my own sensitive skin set off my orgasm. There was nothing we could do but hold on to each other as wave after wave of pleasure consumed our bodies. I would have loved to lift my body enough that I could see his juices mixing with mine, but I didn’t have the energy because aftershocks continued to torment my body.

When we both finally came down from the natural high, I slid my lips over his. Silver automatically opened for me, but I kept the kiss tame and gentle in comparison to the ones we’d shared in the throes of passion. We were both breathing so hard that kissing became impossible. I eased my body off of his and flopped onto my back next to him.

Reality returned within a few minutes. Silver kept his eyes averted as he sat up and searched out his shirt. He tugged it on and then pulled up his pants. “I should, um, go clean up,” he murmured. His fingers were playing with the locket again, proof that any postcoital bliss he might have been feeling had evaporated like it’d never been.

“Yeah,” I said. “Me too.”

The need for a drink hit me out of nowhere. I supposed I had losing myself in Silver’s arms to thank for staving it off for so long.

As I left Silver’s room, I saw Jace and another man sitting at my table. It took me a moment to recognize him. I’d only seen him one time and that had been at Maggie’s funeral. Jace had introduced me to him, but his name had gone in one ear and out the other. I knew who he was now, though. Neither seemed surprised to see me leaving Silver’s room. I knew how I looked. Ruffled hair, sweat causing my shirt to cling to me, and most telling, cum staining my pants.

I didn’t say anything as I returned to my room and cleaned myself up as best as I could so that Silver would have full access to the single bathroom in the house. I pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a T-shirt that smelled like lavender. It was likely from the fabric softener Silver had used while doing my laundry. The mess on the floor by my bed had been cleaned up, probably by Jace.

I drew in a harsh breath and left the room to confront what I already knew was coming. One of the men, presumably Jace, had taken the hardwood chair from my room and set it at the kitchen table. A half bottle of whiskey and my bottle of pills were sitting on the pretty tablecloth that I’d never used but that Silver had lovingly washed so it looked almost new.

With the thought of Silver on my mind, I strode to the table and sat down.

“Hi Dalton, I’m—” Ronan began.

“I know who you are,” I interrupted. “Jace has told me about you. Well, at least some of it. You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”

“I’m a trauma surgeon. I live in Seattle with my husband and three children,” Ronan responded.

“Are you here to tell me I’m a drunk, Ronan? Because I already know that.” I glanced at Jace. “Or at least a functioning drunk,” I said. I supposed it didn’t matter that during the day I only needed to drink a little to keep running a so-called life. It was how I’d fooled Jace for so long.

I could feel my body start to tremble as the need for the alcohol sitting directly in front of me began to eat away at me. I wanted so much to reach for it, but the mere knowledge of knowing how badly I wanted it was enough to make me sick. My back was screaming in pain, but I couldn’t force myself to grab the pill bottle either.

I was surprised when Ronan slid the bottle of alcohol toward me. “If you try to stop cold turkey, you’re putting your life at risk.”

Shame rolled through me as I accepted the bottle and took a small swig of it. It immediately tasted wrong as it slid down my throat and into my belly. I could still feel the warmth it provided, but it wasn’t as strong.

“What the?—”

“Silver has been watering it down,” Jace said.

“What are you talking about?” I carefully asked.

“When you got too drunk to notice, he began adding a little water at a time to whatever bottle you were chugging down. He did it while you were passed out. He took most of the pills out of the bottle too, hoping you wouldn’t notice. Obviously you did notice but were too fucked up to make the connection, so you probably got more of the pills from your stash,” Jace informed me.

I was so stunned that I didn’t know what to say. Silver’s actions had likely saved my life. If I’d been drinking one hundred percent alcohol as I’d swallowed God only knew how many pills, I would have blacked out a lot sooner and likely choked on my own vomit or my tired heart would have just given out. With that, I lost yet another piece of my heart to Silver.

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