Page 79 of Savage Cravings

“Yes,” I answered before I could think better of it. I wanted him to stay. If he stayed, I wouldn’t have to be so vigilant. Silas was a capable man. If he stayed, I would be safe. I pulled back and stared into his honey-brown eyes. “Do you know what happened to Lenny?”

“Lenny,” he said, his lips curling into disgust. “You know some pretty interesting people, angel. Did you know he had a long list of felonies on his record?”

I blinked. I wasn’t shocked by that. What surprised me was that Silas had that knowledge. And the fact that he seemed to be taking this better than I thought most would. Someone normal would have stayed as far away from me as possible, wouldn’t they? Afraid I might bring whatever shit past I had right to their front door. Silas wasn’t running.

“How do you know?”

“A man has his ways,” he said cryptically.

“Right. What happened to him?”

“The state jail is keeping him locked up. Supposedly, he’s wanted in several states, so there’s no way he’d be released on bail.”

I sagged, relieved. Perhaps the club hadn’t survived, and Lenny was one of the few who had gotten away. Perhaps the MCwould no longer come after me now that Lenny was being put away, possibly for good.

Perhaps I didn’t have to run anymore.

I blinked and kept my face hidden in Silas’ neck, trying to will away the burning in my eyes.

“Baby?” he asked.

I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t.

I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“You know he can’t hurt you anymore, right?” Silas said, and there was so much confidence in his words that I believed him. Lenny was out of my life for good.

I nodded.

“Good,” he answered gruffly. “So don’t worry anymore.”

The command was so authoritative, I couldn’t help but chuckle. I drew back. “You say it like it’s easy.”

“It is easy. You just have to believe it. I mean, look at me. You don’t see me weighed down from worry.”

I eyed his muscular chest and huge frame. “Well, of course you would say that. How tall are you, anyway?”

He grinned. “I’m six feet and three inches of pure muscle and magnetism, angel. And all yours.”

I rolled my eyes. “Be serious.”

“I am.” He wasn’t smiling as he said it, but the amusement in his eyes gave him away. I shook my head, cuddling back into him. How ridiculous. As if a man like Silas could ever belong to anyone—least of all, to me.

We watcheda movie in bed after dinner.

Whatever I had expected from Silas when I saw him come out of his truck in the parking lot, having pizza for dinner andwatching a Marvel movie with him wasn’t it. There was some heavy fondling underneath the blanket, mostly from him, but that was the extent of the physical intimacy all night.

Afterward, we quickly got ready for bed, and Silas held me close in his arms, spooning me from behind.

One hand came up and wrapped around my breast, the other down between my legs, cupping my mound. It was an intimate position. Far more intimate than I’d thought I would be comfortable with, but oddly, I was.

I didn’t stop him, only turned slightly to see the amused smile playing on his lips and the challenge in his eyes, almost daring me to go shy on him now. I turned back around and snuggled into the pillow. His soft chuckle vibrated across my skin, making it tingle, before he placed a swift and affectionate kiss on my shoulder.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb pushing slightly over my clit. I held my breath, trying to keep still. Had I not liked the praise so much, I might have elbowed him in the stomach.

He tightened his arms around me for a quick second before relaxing his hold.

Was this what I had missed out on, growing up with Daniel Hayes as my father? Growing up in what was no doubt a fucking cage?

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