Page 49 of Estranged Heart
Meet me at my house?
Me: You sure that’s a good idea?
Probably not, but maybe good ideas need bad ideas the same way bad things need good things.
Me: Maybe we can test that theory out another day. How about you meet me at the lake instead?
I’d tell him to come here but it doesn’t feel right to have another man in my house yet. Not when I can still picture Landon in every room.
Yeah, okay.
I set the phone on the passenger seat and shove the flower in the glove box, not wanting him to question why I have it when I still don’t know myself.
Starting the car again, I head for the lake, and Silas is pulling up in the main parking area the same time I am. He gets out before I do, slowly walking to my car. I open the doors and he climbs into the passenger side in one swift move, closing himself inside.
“Hey.” His voice is soft and delicate, nothing like the way I view him. To me he’s strong, and capable of much more than most people give him credit for. I’ve seen it firsthand, he’s a fighter through and through. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t.
“Hey yourself. Everything okay?”
He looks down at his shaky hands before his eyes meet mine again. “Not really, but it feels like it could be here.”
“Yeah?” I trace his lips with my thumb.
“Yeah,” he responds almost breathlessly. “Touch me again?”
“Here?” I glance around the empty parking lot.
“Yeah. Please.”
Wanting to remove the pain in his eyes any way I can, I nod and run my hands everywhere his clothes allow me.
“More.” His eyes water and the desperation is palpable.
I shove my seat back. “Take your pants off and come here, Sunshine.”
His eyes heat and he removes his pants, taking his time climbing into my lap. He’s wearing a black jock strap, and fucking hell, I was not expecting that.
“I um . . . thought it could make things easier.”
I lift a brow, chuckling halfheartedly. “Easier for what?”
“You know.” His head lowers, cheeks blushing so bright they’re even hard to miss in the dark.
“I don’t. You have to tell me.”
“For you to touch me there again. I . . . liked it.” He still doesn’t meet my eyes and I lift his chin, kissing his lips.
“Did you?”
“Yeah. I’ve never . . . No one’s ever done that before, and it was kind of weird but also made me curious what it would be like if you . . .” He lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck. I guess not all things are easy with you.”
I smile. “That’s okay. Not everything will be. You want me to touch your hole more?”
His eyes are as big as saucers and I laugh again. “I’ll take that as a yes. I can do that but next time you’ll have to tell me ahead of time so I can bring some lube. It won’t feel very good without it.”
“I have some in my back pocket.”
Why am I not surprised? “Of course you do. Go ahead and reach down and get it.”
