Page 43 of Where We Ended

There was another rumble of a bike engine that had my hands freezing and Sasha’s head snapping up. Another Death Raider was slowly making his way toward our cart, but this time he stopped near the back and when I realized who it was, I dropped what I was holding and sprinted out the back.

Silas lowered his kickstand and unclasped his helmet right as I made it to him. His arms opened and he pulled me into his lap, and then his lips were on mine. His hand moved into my hair, over my ear and then he smiled against my lips.

We broke apart with heaving breaths. “What’s wrong?”

I tucked back a loose hair of his and searched his face for any bruises. He always had bruises when he came back.

“Just missed you.”

Sasha chose that moment to come out through the back, her arms crossed over her chest.

“That’s not it. Dirk is planning something, asked me to close early and get back to the club. She needs to ride back with you, and you need to make sure no one sees her. Then once she’s safe in the house, you need to get to the club.”

Silas was trying to work it out, I could tell by the way his dark brows dipped and his eyes narrowed on his mother. He wouldn’t ask here though; he’d get me on his bike and we’d be off.

“She done here?”

I was about to protest but Sasha nodded. “Yeah, I’m heading out too.”

He grabbed his helmet and slid it over my head, clasping it under my chin.

“What about you, you need to protect that beautiful brain of yours. It’s my favorite thing about you, my dark and brooding prince.”

He smirked, just like he always did, then he adjusted me in his lap, so I was straddling his hips, my chest molded to his chest, his lips at my ear.

“Anything happens to you, Caelum, and my brain won’t matter. Nor my heart, or anything else that allows me to breathe. It’s you or it’s nothing, my love.”

I kissed him, slow and with filthy promises of what was to come later that night, and once we broke apart, I wrapped my arms around his neck while he started his bike. The way we rode was illegal, but nothing Silas did obeyed the laws of this land, so me riding in his lap was nothing. I remained tucked to his chest as we rode down the road. A short distance to the club, but since we were cutting through the back, we had to go slower.

Silas placed his cut over my shoulders and held my hand as we walked back to the house, cutting through the garden. The sun was starting to set, the heat still as thick as ever. Last summer, Silas had found a way to buy air conditioning for the house, so I could keep the windows locked without overheating.

The moment we stepped inside, the cool air hit me, and I sighed with relief while peeling off layers.

“What are you doing?” Silas asked, tracking every move that I made. I wasn’t normally this brazen or bold in his mother’s house. She’d been here less and less, and I’d gotten used to being alone. My dress fell to the floor in the middle of the living room, leaving me in a bra and thong.

Bending my arms to unclasp my bra, I smirked at him.

“I’m showering. Wanna join?”

He shifted on his feet, glancing at the windows briefly. The shades were open, but none of the members ever walked over here, or bothered with this old house.

He was taking too long to answer, so I let the bra drop and lightly traced a line up my stomach and over my nipples.

“I’m supposed to head over there…I don’t want to make anyone come looking for me, which would bring them here.”

I stepped forward, until I was directly in front of him, feeling my heart burst with tiny sparks. “Okay. I’ll see you later then.”

I pulled his hand up and kissed along his knuckles. He’d gotten new ink along a few of them. It seemed each and every time I saw him, he had more and more added to his skin. I loved them, and more than that, each time he got back I’d make a game of tracing the new ones with my mouth.

“Fuck it, if they come looking, I’ll remove their ability to see.”

The hand I was holding moved into my hair as he pulled me into him, his lips landed on mine, demanding and desperate.

Moving with his mouth, our tongues met, hot and ready as we both moaned. My fingers dug under his shirt, skirting layer after layer of muscle as I moved up his torso. We broke apart only long enough for his shirt to be pulled up over his head and then his mouth was on mine again.

We moved backward as Silas pulled me, his hands on my hips and mine were up around his neck. Our kissing turned urgent as we made our way into the kitchen. He muttered something filthy against my mouth, and then I was being yanked up, my ass roughly settled on the surface of the island.

Silas settled between my spread legs while keeping his mouth secured to mine, until his hands moved to my hips again. He traced the fabric of my thong while smiling against my lips.

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