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Heather starts bouncing up and down. “Oh my God! You called her baby!”

“Heather, you’re scaring her. Give us ten minutes to get ready.” Silas grabs my hand and drags me upstairs with him. “I’m so sorry. If you don’t want to go, we don’t have to.”

I shake my head. “It’s fine, seriously. Your sister seems really nice.”

In his bathroom I brush my hair out and quickly braid it. I wash my face and then look at myself in the mirror. I’m not dressed to go out to breakfast. I don’t want to embarrass them—maybe I ought to just go home.

Silas walks into the bathroom looking hot, of course. His blond hair is still messy, but it’s that sexy messy. His blue t-shirt molds to his chest and his jeans mold to his muscular thighs. He stops right in front of me. His blue eyes are exceptionally bright, and he wraps his arms around me.

“I think I should just go home. I’m not really dressed for breakfast,” I say quietly.

“You look great. Please come.” He pulls back and looks down at me. “Please.” Silas sticks out his lower lip and gives me puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, just stick your lip back in.” I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my cheek against his chest.

He gives me a squeeze before we head downstairs.

A short time later, we pull into the parking lot of Mac’s Coffee & Pancake House. I listen as Silas and Heather talk about their dad and Heather’s schooling, her work, and how she uses Silas’s app to help the kids. It’s amazing how much Heather looks like her brother: Her hair is a little lighter, but otherwise she’s the female equivalent of him. From the matching blue eyes to the square jaw and their straight noses…though Silas has a tiny bump at the bridge of his where he more than likely broke it.

They remind me of classic Hollywood in looks, and it’s easy to see how much they love each other. It’s the same way I am with my brothers. When our waitress comes to take our order, I don’t miss the way she openly flirts with my man and even puts her hand on his shoulder when she tells us the special. I’m sitting next to Silas so I reach behind him, grab her hand, and pull it off him. “Please send over another waitress.” She shoots me a glare, but I don’t get to look too long because Silas grabs me and kisses me hard before laughing against my lips.

Heather claps as she smiles widely at us. “That was awesome.”

My cheeks heat up. I don’t know what came over me. “I’m sorry,” I whisper to Silas. “That wasn’t very nice.”

Silas places his hand on my knee to stop it from bouncing up and down. “Babe, it’s fine. She was inappropriately touching me. It’s good to know you won’t let anyone touch me, because I’d do the same for you.” He slips his hand around the back of my neck and kisses me again.

I push myself back and look at Heather, who’s staring at her menu but smiling while she looks.

We did end up getting a new waitress, and the rest of breakfast went really well. His sister seemed genuinely interested in me, and what I did for work and cars. I even gave her my number to maybe get together.

After we get back to Silas’s place, his sister leaves so she can go get groceries for their dad. I yawn and Silas grabs me, throwing me over his shoulder and ignoring my squeals and laughter. We reach his bedroom, and he tosses me on his bed. He follows me down, his lips on mine. I open my mouth, eagerly seeking his tongue with mine.

Silas grabs both of my thighs and pulls them up and around his hips. “Is this okay?” he asks when he pulls away.

I nod, but immediately realize my mistake. “Yes, Sir.”

He groans before attacking my mouth again. I can feel the hardness of him between my legs, and when he rocks his hips a tiny bit he hits my clit and sends what I’d call zingers up my body, causing a moan to slip past my lips and into his mouth.

My fingers spear his hair as he begins to move against me, adding more pressure to my clit. Yes, I’ve touched myself before, but this feels different—better. I feel Silas’s hand slide up the inside of my tank top. His fingers are slightly callused as they make their up my ribcage, getting closer to my breasts.

He pulls his lips from mine. “Tell me if you need me to stop. I just want to make you come—is that okay?”

“Yes, please.” His lips touch my lips, then move down to my chin. I close my eyes and moan as his tongue and lips travel down my neck. His teeth nip at my tender skin as the tingling between my legs begins to intensify. Silas pushes my tank top up and off, and my heart begins to race.

He pops the front hook of my bra and slowly peels it open with slow movements, Silas exposes my breasts to his hungry gaze. I know they’re not much and I want to cover them, but I don’t.

Silas’s hands cup them, and as his palm rubs against my hardening nipple, I moan long and loud. It becomes a cry when his lips wrap around one turgid tip, sucking it deep and hard into his hot mouth. His hips keep moving and I tentatively start moving against him. Between that and his lips at my breast, I feel myself hurtling toward some precipice that scares me, but excites me.

“Are you going to let me hear you come?”

“Yes.” I moan long and loud again.

When it happens, it’s so much better than any orgasm I’ve ever given myself. I feel my core clench over and over likes it’s trying to grip something. I cry out incoherently as I grip his hips with my thighs and grab onto his hair in a death grip. His lips travel back up until he reaches my lips. Our kiss is long and deep. He rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m straddling him.

He grabs my hand and places it in between us. Through his jeans, I feel his dick is hard. Suddenly flashes of that day eighteen years ago flood my mind. I push off of him, flying backward on the bed and falling off the other side.

“Britain?” Silas moves toward me. “Baby, what just happened?”

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