Page 69 of Where We Ended

“Bend over.”

I did as he said, leaning over the seat, trusting that he would hold us both up. My eyes fluttered shut as I released the fear of what I’d been through, and what might come, and just enjoyed the feel of Silas taking me in the middle of a cornfield.

I felt younger, freer. I loved the Stone Riders and all that they had done for me, but having Silas back felt like I was ten again, sitting on a warm dock with no other care in the world but frog hunting.

The head of his cock pressed against my center, and with a groan, he gently nudged it inside me, inch by inch. My nails pushed into the seat painfully hard as I held my position, relishing how full I felt.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect.” Silas breathed against my ear, holding my shoulder as he adjusted himself. My legs were spread, my boots slightly dragging in the dirt as my chest was planted more firmly over the seat.

My bra was still unzipped so my tits were mashed against the cushion. A moan escaped me as Silas slid out and then sheathed himself once more, the slickness from my arousal coating him as he moved back into place. Once he set a rhythm, it felt so good that I began to lose myself. The rocking of the bike was a distant thought, my boots dragging, Silas gripping my chest and pulling me up so that he had a better angle.

He was ruthless with how he handled me, like I was merely a ragdoll he had stuffed full with his cock, and was now fucking me senseless.

“You may be free to do what you want, Caelum, but you’re still mine. Which means...” He tilted his hips and thrust into me, making me gasp. “If you go to a rival club, I will follow. And if I can’t tear them apart for taking you in, then I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget.”

I was suddenly pulled off the bike and spun around. My legs went around him as he carried us into the thick cornstalks. My lips went to his, our mouths resuming the fucking that his cock had started. His tongue swept in, claiming me in delicious ways.

We moved to the ground, the soft earth under us as Silas held me in his lap. My knees went to either side of him, pressing into the dirt as our mouths stayed fused together. I didn’t even notice when he’d notched his erection at my wet slit.

He lifted me so that he had enough leverage that it allowed me to slide down onto him and then we were fucking again, ruthless, fast and hungry.

My hips moved with urgency, taking him as deep as I could, and allowing him to hit that place inside that needed him so badly. His hands kneaded my ass, pulling me impossibly closer, and I was lost.

Falling and flying.

My mouth parted on a scream and I barely registered tattooed fingers sliding over my tongue. I sucked on his fingers, as his other hand squeezed my ass, and then he was groaning his own release, freezing in place with one last hard thrust as he filled me with hot, sticky cum.

“My fucking god, Silas.” I tried to catch my breath, kissing the hand that fell away from my mouth. He peppered my jaw with gentle kisses as we both worked to catch our breath.

He muttered something that sounded like, “My fucking wife,” but I couldn’t quite make it out. I didn’t need to. I knew what he was thinking, and that was the problem with us.

We knew each other’s souls, inside and out, and we both knew how this would end.

I’d push, he’d cave because he only wanted to exist if it meant I was safe. I didn’t want to take advantage of him, but I also refused to live without him any longer.

Pressing a kiss to the side of his eye, I curled into his chest. Knowing my thighs would be sticky, and his erection would soon be softening. I didn’t care. I wanted to stay exactly where I was.

“I’m a stain on your soul, Caelum. There is no removing me.”

No truer statement had ever been made.

“I don’t want to remove you, Silas. I want to exist with you…and the only way to do that is to hunt the same monsters you are.”

He let out a sigh and tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear.

“I’ve seen the dark side of Fable, Natty. I know what depraved things he has done. I will not risk you being with me when I find him.”

He seemed to forget that I was held captive by the same man. I may not have had to witness all the same horrors he did growing up, but I felt the tendrils of fear attached to the atmosphere he created. I felt the terror.

“Then we’re at a stalemate, Husband. I won’t stop.”

Silas cradled my face; my knees were still pressed into the earth and the stalks of corn swayed above us from the gentle breeze in the air.

We could hear cars on the road we’d turned off of a ways back.

“If anything happens to you, I’ll burn it down.”

I tilted my head. “Burn what down?”

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