Page 88 of True Honey
The black sweater had never been worn and had been sitting in the closet for two years but I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out. I started to laugh, stepping forward and taking it from her to hang back up. “Cael gave it to me for Christmas a few years ago.”
“I like that kid, he’s funny,” she hummed.
“Yeah me too.” I said, rubbing the fabric and remembering what he said to me today.
“Does it work?” She asked next with a cheeky grin.
“I’ve never worn it,” I admitted, “it would work for you though, wanna test it out?” I leaned forward to grab her but she moved out of my reach.
“I don’t need to honk to make you cum,” she laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement, “I’ve got that covered on my own.”
COURTNEY
Ms. Cody is taking us to dinner. Can I go?
I stared down at my phone, terrified at how fast my little boy was growing up and chewed on my lip. A warm chest pressed to my back and like he knew something had bothered me Silas’s arm wrapped around my stomach and pulled me back.
“He’s safe here,” Silas whispered, his eyes flickering to my phone sensing my hesitation.
I hovered over the keyboard, unsure if I believed him because it had been a long time since I felt safe anywhere and the doubt doubled when I thought about August’s safety.
I took a necessary breath in and texted back that he could but to keep his phone on.
With August occupied and given a rare night off I wasn’t even sure what to do with myself but I closed my eyes, setting the phone on the island. I leaned against Silas who didn’t protest the affection but instead placed a soft kiss to the side of my neck.
If you had asked me months ago where I saw my life going I would have laughed at you and plotted out our next road trip. I would have had August in the car, running away from whatever the hell was going on in Rhode Island. Silas had a way of masking the worry, dampening how loud the mean little voices were in my mind even if it was just temporary. My only fear was that I was usinghim as a band-aid, covering up damaged goods and pretending to be something I wasn’t just to keep him happy.
I was so terrified that I was single-handedly turning him into another Bradley.
We were safe now, but down the road when I inevitably fucked this all up beyond repair would he be willing to work this hard to prove me wrong. Or would the fight become too exhausting? The battle against my mind seemingly always won out over all the good. Did the safety stand a chance against the war I was waging against myself? The spiral was like hitting black ice and suddenly I was slipping out of control again.
“Riona is the most responsible person he could be with, I promise.” He said, fingers splayed out over my stomach as he matched his breathing to mine and slowed us both down. He was too good at that, whether it was accidental or he knew what he was doing. He could throw on the brakes and take the wheel when I started to spin out of control. “Do you want to go for a ride?”
I snorted, it bubbled up so fast there was no stopping it and Silas laughed at the noise, his fingers digging into my side. It was honest and raw because he had caught me so off guard with the question, and dirty thoughts flooded in washing away everything else.
“What’s so funny?” He tickled my ribcage and I squirmed free of his grip, backing up a few steps that he slowly closed with a predatory look in his gray eyes.
“What kind of ride?” I chewed on my lip, looking him over. He was unusually naked, his bare chest damp from his shower and a pair of loose sweats low on his hips that did nothing to hide every inch of him. My mouth went dry. I watched as his neck and ears turned a funny shade of pink and his tongue darted out over his bottom lip.
“The bike,” he said, wet strands of hair falling against his forehead begging to be touched. “Unless…” he stepped forward again but I put my hand out to stop him.
“Later,” I laughed.
“Oh so you’re a pervertanda tease!” He barked out a laugh and surged toward me wrapping me up in his arms and lifting me to the counter. He slottedbetween my legs like he had always belonged there and I was starting to think maybe he did.
“You make it a little hard to be anything else,” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer trying to ignore the little monster in my head telling me to worry, to panic. Silas studied my expression and I did my best not to show him what was beneath the flirty and fun Drew he was chasing around after. I wanted to be better, for him.
“The bike will clear your head,” he said, and it soothed over the worry. He could have as easily asked me what was wrong but he didn’t because it wasn’t what I needed. Read like a book left open for anyone to see. “Ice cream from Hilly’s will cure your blues, and if you’re still wound up when we get home…”
“Mhmm,” I purred and unlinked from him. “But listen, you can’t go out like that.” I looked at him as he went to reach for his keys.
“It’s like 96 degrees out, Drew, not even the wind can mask that heat…” He practically whined. “I ride the bike shirtless all the time, it’s fine.”
“Nope. I don’t care about your chest, Silas. You’re giving everyone a free show,” I said with a smile, pointing to his dick pressing against the soft gray material. He looked down and back up at me. The last thing I needed was the urge to deck Kayla if she even so much as made a passing comment about him in those sweatpants. I hadn’t officially quit because I was still nervous about not having a plan B and screwing myself out of a decent job out of pure, childish jealousy would be stupid. Very,verystupid.
Silas tilted his head at me, a smirk forming on his face causing me to roll my eyes knowing the comment that was coming next.
“Oh she’s jealous…” he stalked back to me, spinning his keys around on his fingers and letting them fall against the back of his hand only to cup my face in both palms. His nose brushed against mine and I surged forward to take a kiss without asking but he moved back with a serious look on his face. “I’ll change,” he whispered, “but I want to commit this expression to memory because jealous Drew…” his eyes flickered from mine to my mouth, “is my new favorite.” His smile was so bright it showed all his perfect teeth and blossomed lines around his eyes as he kissed me once, slowly and carefully.
