Page 46 of Protecting Silver
“Help me guide him in,” she said as she turned her back on him and straddled him again. It took only a second before Patch realized what she wanted. After being buried into her again, he reared up on his elbows and watched as his cock went in and out of Silver. He swore he became harder with each plunge. At one point, she bent over and gripped his ankles so hard, he knew he’d have bruises the next day, but he didn’t care. Suddenly Silver reared up and stiffened above him, and he felt her inner walls clamp onto his cock. As soon as the spasms started to slow down, he wrapped his arms around her, and pinched her clit.
“One more,” he whispered in her ear, and when her next orgasm ripped through her, he let his go. Patch flopped back on the bed, while Silver sprawled over his legs, both of them trying to catch their breath. Once he disengaged from her, he quickly disposed of the condom, then came back out and brought her to the head of the bed. After covering them both with the blankets, he wrapped his arms around her, kissed the side of her head, and whispered, “Thank you, that was amazing.”
“You’re welcome. I always wanted to try that position. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, I would have let you know if you had.”
“Okay,” Silver whispered, and minutes later she was asleep. Knowing he’d catch hell for it in the morning, he reached over and turned the alarm off. Before leaving his apartment, Finn had told him to keep Silver home the next day, and explain everything that was happening. With him turning off the alarm, he’d have her attention to do just that. Sure, she’d be pissed, but he felt confident that once he explained everything, and showed her the report from Tex, then it’d all be okay. Feeling better about his decision, he snuggled against Silver and fell into a deep sleep.
“Shit!” Patch heard Silver’s cry and jerked upright in bed. He spotted Silver heading toward the bathroom. After a quick look at the clock, he threw the blankets back and met her at the entrance to the bathroom.
“Stop,” Patch held out his arm to prevent her from rushing into the shower. “I turned your alarm off.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because, I need to talk to you about something, and I didn’t want you to go into work today. Besides, Finn told me to keep you home.” At her angry look, he held up his hands to ward off her angry retort. “Please, let’s shower, dress, and while I cook breakfast for the two of us, I’ll explain everything. I promise.” He stood there and watched her face, and breathed easier when her expression went from angry to resolved, to confusion, then she grinned, and Patch knew it would be okay.
“You’re cooking?”
“Absolutely. I’ll even clean up afterward.”
“Oh, wow, either you really fucked up, or you really have something important to tell me.”
“I have something really important to tell you.”
“Okay,” she said, then hurried into the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, they both entered the kitchen, and Patch made a beeline to the refrigerator. As he looked inside, he looked at her, and asked, “Farmer’s breakfast?”
“How about bacon and French toast? I have some Texas toast that needs to be used up.”
“French toast and bacon it is.” Patch grabbed the items and then held up his finger to her. “Hold that thought.” He left the kitchen as she was making a pot of coffee, and came back with the report he’d printed off the night before. He didn’t start cooking until they both had their first cup of coffee before them. He drew in a deep breath and held it for several seconds, before letting it out slowly.
“Before I start cooking, I’d like you to read something. Take your time, and I’ll explain everything when you’re done. This is the reason why I shut off your alarm, and you’re not going into work today. Finn happened to be at my place last night, only on a chance that I’d be home. Apparently, Ronnie had her monthly PTSD meeting last night and Finn found himself at a loose end. In the past, if I was home, he’d stop by and hang out with me.”
“Aw, isn’t that sweet.” She sighed as she sipped her coffee, but her eyes rounded when Patch placed the report on the island before her. He laid his hand over it, then looked into her eyes. “Remember on our first date, I told you I talked to a guy about looking into my past, and he said it’d take some time?”
“Yes, is this what he found out?”
“No, if you recall, I also told that guy to look into the information you gave me after being brought into the emergency room after your attack.”
“I don’t really remember anything about that night, other than the pain I was in.”
“Okay, you woke enough to write down Eddie Freedman’s name, social security number, cell phone number, and his badge number. You were on your way to surgery for your broken jaw, and I was on the way to tell the others what condition you were in. That’s when Tex called, and I gave him the information you gave me. I also gave it to Amos Bronson.”
“The Sheriff?”
“Correct. This report is the result of the research into Eddie.” Patch paused long enough for her to look into his eyes. “It’s not pretty.”
“I understand.” Silver nodded, and after Patch saw her eyes were clear, he nodded and lifted his hand. Without another word, he turned his back to her and began making their breakfast. When it was done, he set her plate beside her, refilled her coffee cup, poured her a glass of juice, and sat beside her. The entire time she was reading. A few minutes later she looked up, shoved the report aside, then looked at Patch. She looked down at his plate, slapped her hand over her mouth, and ran away. By the time Patch caught up with her, he found her hunched over the toilet. Without saying a word, he gathered her hair in his hands, and waited until she was done.
After she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and felt better, she turned and shook her head. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I told you it wasn’t pretty.” They made their way back to the kitchen, and she only picked at her food. “What else? Because, I feel as if there’s something else. That report isn’t enough to have Finn keep me home from work.”
“It’s not. As Finn and I were reading this, Tex, the guy I hired to look into this, called. He had a reliable source in the Chicago police department tell him that in two days’ time, Freedman is heading this way to deal with the person who caused it all.”
“Me?”
“Yes, or at least that’s what we’re assuming. Look at the dates of the reports from the other women.”
