Page 9 of Silas's Sweetheart

This is going to turn into a fucking mess.

How was he supposed to work around Silas with all the imagery in his head?

How?

You could—

No, I could not do whateveryou’re about to suggest. So please keep your damn thoughts to yourself.

Like that’s going to happen.

Laughter and hissing followed, and Ziggy grabbed for the shampoo, hoping like crazy he could get his thoughts out of the gutter.

Out of the shower, dried and standing in front of his closet, he felt only marginally better that he’d resisted the need to have another wank.

I’d go with deep red silk today, that always makes you feel invincible.

“Give me fucking strength,” he moaned, then sighed in resignation as he picked out the red silk. His snake was not wrong, it did make him feel invincible, and that couldn’t be a bad thing, could it?

Chapter Three

Silas

The noise in the kitchen was deafening as Silas’s brothers competed to be heard over each other. He had forgotten how irritating it was before he’d had his first cup of coffee. “Can’t you lot shut the fuck up for five minutes?” he groused, shoving past Laken to get to the coffee pot.

He cursed loudly at finding the thing empty, his gaze dropping to Laken’s mug of black coffee.

“Touch it and I’ll break your hand,” Laken threatened. He lifted the mug to his lips, inhaled, and gave Silas an evil grin before he sipped and groaned for effect.

“Why are you making sex noises?” Kodi asked around a mouthful of food. He was leaning against the counter, out of the way, eating what looked like fruit and yogurt.

“How do you know what his sex noises are?” Booker fired at Kodi, making choking noises.

“I heard him making out with Lewis behind the bleachers in his freshman year.”

Laken sprayed his mouthful of coffee over the floor and Kodi’s shirt sleeve, who was stupid enough to have stepped closer to Laken.

Silas chuckled at how miffed Laken looked, along with Kodi. Karma never missed.

“You asshole, you sprayed me in coffee,” Kodi snapped, chin thrust forward, the temper sizzling in his eyes.

Kari laid a restraining hand on Kodi’s arm, halting his forward motion.

“That’s what you get for fucking spying on me,” Laken muttered crossly, glowering at Kodi.

“Children, do I have to get your dad?” Popi questioned, in a tone that suggested he was deadly serious, as he busied himself at the cooker making pancakes.

“It wasn’t me,” Silas murmured while brushing his lips over Popi’s cheek.

“Suck up,” Booker chuckled on his way to the sink, where he placed his dirty mug.

Fucker had gotten his coffee and hadn’t bothered to save Silas one. “Selfish asshole,” Silas fired back.

Booker, on his way to the door, paused and glanced back at Silas. “What the fuck you say that for? How am I selfish?”

Silas pointed at the empty coffee pot, not feeling he needed to say more.

Laken slapped Silas on the shoulder, seemingly unconcerned about the mess on the floor or that Kodi was still glaring at him. “Snooze you lose in this house. Or have you forgotten?”

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