Page 165 of Runaways

Silas goes stiff, his hips shifting, trying to force his cock in further, deeper, as he fills me with cum, just like he promised.

"I love you, Noah," he says, breathless.

He pulls out of me, watching his cum drip from my pussy before he pushes my knees together. He holds them like that, staring down at me, and then takes his fingers and seemingly uses them to push his cum back inside me.

"I love you," I tell him. "But, Silas—"

"I'll make your tea for you," he says, cutting me off. "Do you want some tea?"

"Yeah," I say softly. "Yeah, I'm just going to get dressed."

I gather my discarded clothing and put it in my laundry basket before cleaning myself up in the bathroom. Then I put on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt; our cabin is warm enough, but it can get pretty cool at night, and I still need to sleep in heavy clothing.

Just as I finish dressing, Silas steps into the room, a book in one hand and my tea in the other.

"This is what you like to do at night, right?" he asks, lying in my bed. "You like to lie in bed with your lantern, drink tea, and read."

"Pretty much," I say. I set the lantern in the middle of the bed, grab my book from the side table, and lie down beside him. "I like doing you, too, though."

"I like that, too." He laughs a little, then lifts my chin and kisses me lightly. "Noah?"

"Yeah?"

"You need to make up with Tate."

I shake my head. "I don't want to."

"He's trying so hard, Noah. He's really sad; he misses you so much. He spends all day trying to make you laugh."

I've noticed. But the truth is that just makes it better for me. I'mgladit hurts him. "Everyone has a breaking point. Mine should have been that time he tried to kill me, but here we are."

"You love each other. You can't stay mad at him forever."

"I can try. I learned from the best, after all."

"There's nothing to be scared of anymore."

Before I can tell him something along the lines of,I know there's nothing to be afraid of, because I'm not going to give him the chance to hurt me again, the front door opens and closes.

Great.

I sigh with dread as his footsteps cross the cabin toward my bedroom, stopping in the doorway. He still has his boots on, as usual, and I clench my jaw as I watch snow fall from them and melt onto the floor.

"Hey," he says. "What's up?"

Silas shrugs. "Not much. How was the bear?"

"Big as fuck," he says. "Hi, Noah."

"You're getting shit all over the floor again. You need to take off your boots at the door. I'm tired of cleaning it up."

"I'm sorry," he says sadly. "I'll clean it up. You don't have to do that."

He runs his hands through his hair and sighs before leaving the room.

"Noah…"

"What? Don't act like messes don't drive you fucking crazy, too, because I know they do."

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