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He’s been so patient and such a good teacher while I learn. I’ve also learned something else: I’m in love with him. I haven’t told him because I’m scared he may not feel the same way. We haven’t been together a long time, but I know how I feel.

“Brit?”

I look up at him and smile. “Sorry, I spaced out there for a second.”

After dinner Silas has some work to do, and I’m beat so I head upstairs and within seconds I’m fast asleep.

Chapter Twenty-One

Silas

I unpack the last of the groceries for my dad while he watches from the kitchen table. “Did your sister tell you that Marcus proposed? I know we knew he was doing it, but I wasn’t for sure when he was.”

The day after Britain found out, Marcus had proposed to Heather, and she said yes. I had a bottle of champagne chilled and when they came over to share their news, we toasted the happy couple.

“Yeah, I’m so happy for her, for them. I know Marcus had a little bit of a reputation, but Britain truly believes her brother loves Heather a lot, and I do too.” I grab us both a bottle of water and sit down across from him. “How are you feeling? You’re moving a little slower than usual.”

“I’m fine, son. I was just up walking around too much today. Let’s not talk about me. Tell me how things are going with you and Britain.” Of course he’s going to deflect any questions that I ask about his health. I love the man, but he’s infuriating sometimes.

“I know what you’re doing, but I’ll let it slide for now. Things are amazing, and I want to ask her to move in. I mean, she pretty much lives with me anyway, but I’m hoping to make it official.” I love her, but I haven’t told her. A part of me is terrified to. I saw what my mom leaving did to my dad, and Britain’s got some mental scars of her own that may never go away.

I figure her moving in would show her that I do love her without me having to say it. I know my logic is flawed, but I’ve never had a relationship like this before. I’m learning as I go.

“That’s great, son. When am I going to finally get to meet her?” I know I need to introduce them, but we haven’t had the time yet.

“Real soon, Dad, I promise.”

“You gonna marry her?” I know he’s not being funny because his face is serious.

I begin to sweat. “Dad, I don’t ever plan on getting married.”

“Does she know that? Is this because of your mom?”

“We haven’t even been together long enough to even have that conversation. This also has nothing to do with that woman.” I’ve never told my dad that after I sold my first app, I hired a private detective to find my mom. It was a kick to the balls to find out that she had herself a whole new family. Heather and I have two little brothers—well they’re in their teens, which means while my dad was in pain but trying to make ends meet, she built her new family. Fucking bitch.

I don’t stay too much longer because honestly, I’m done with the direction of the conversation. My sister may be gung-ho to get married, especially to someone she hasn’t been with that long, but I’m not. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister and I am totally happy for her. All I can do is hope that my sister and Marcus’s marriage is solid, and better than what our parents had.

When I get home, I let myself in and don’t find Britain downstairs. They’ve been busy at the shop, her nieces have been running her ragged, and she’s been falling asleep on me.

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Britain has been pacing the living room most of the evening while we wait to leave for Heathens. I know she’s nervous about scening in front of others, but that’s my job, to push her out of her comfort zone. I won’t lie, I want to show her off because she submits so beautifully. Plus I’ve been itching to get back to the club and be around like-minded people. I haven’t told her that Jeremiah and Stefan are going to be there, but I want her to watch Jer as he kisses his sub with the whip tonight.

I toss my black bag onto my bed before heading into the closet to grab the toys I want to bring. Off the top shelf, hidden behind some shoeboxes, I grab the new collar I bought for Britain. It’s a platinum gold chain with a little four-leaf clover hanging from it—she was born on St. Patrick’s Day. I stick the box in my bag along with a sleeve of condoms and my favorite flogger. After grabbing the rest of my stuff, I zip up my bag and head downstairs.

Britain is leaning against the wall staring out the window. I set my bag on the couch and step up behind her, wrapping my arms around her, hugging her to my chest. “Are you nervous?” I whisper against her ear.

She turns in my arms and smiles up at me. “Yes, but I know you’ll take care of me.” I lean down and kiss her forehead. In such a short time she’s opened so much to me, not only emotionally, but sexually too.

Britain’s allowed me to be her Dom in the bedroom, and gave me the ultimate gift—her virginity. I’m not worthy of that gift, but I’m thankful anyway. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, Sir.”

God, just the way she says that makes my dick hard.

She’s quiet on our way toward the club; I know its nerves. I rest my hand on her upper thigh and love that her body immediately relaxes. I stroke my fingers back and forth over the soft, supple flesh of her upper thigh. I feel her muscles flex beneath my touch. I let my fingers dance up the inside of her thigh.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Britain’s chest rise and fall faster than before. My dick gets hard immediately. She’s wearing little knit shorts, and they are hell on my self-control. When I reach the inside of her shorts, I head for the promise land and find the gusset of her panties is soaked.

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