Page 45 of Nothing to Fear
The wind starts to howl and pick up the farther I get from Silas, and when I reach Crimson Keep, two ravens croak loudly from their perch on top of the large arch of the doorway.
“He doesn’t want me right now!” I yell to them with my arms splayed out wide. I quickly look around, wondering if there are people around who just saw me talking to fucking birds like a psychopath. The ravens croak in unison again, before flying off. I watch them as they soar in the direction of Harrow House, and if I weren’t so intuitive, if I hadn’t majored and studied what I had, I’d think I was losing my mind.
I sigh loudly, letting my chin drop to my chest as I turn on my feet and follow them. Signs are there for a reason, and I’m not one to ignore them. While I thought all these signs were symbols of impending doom, everything has brought me to Silas, which has been anything but. Unless we’re destined to end up like Romeo and Juliet, in that case, the harbingers are foreshadowing our untimely deaths.
Streetlamps flicker as I walk past them, as if completely in tune with my every move, and I roll my eyes. Maybe I am going mad.
I’m sitting in Silas’desk chair, dozing off, when he walks in after one a.m.
“Holy shit! What the fuck?” he yelps as he jumps. “You’re here.”
“I’m here.”
“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but how’d you get in here?”
“Broke in.”
“Is that something you do . . . often?”
I shrug my shoulders as Silas sways on his feet. He’s drunk. I watch as he tries and fails miserably to peel his shirt off. His arms get stuck as he stumbles, bumping into his dresser and causing deodorant and cologne to fall over. I stand, determined to help him and not watch him suffer.
“Here, let me help you,” I whisper softly as I grab the fabric and lift it from his head.
“Thanks.”
“I’ve got you.” Silas beams a sad smile at me, one of longing and happiness. A mix that nearly breaks my heart. “How about some water and a shower?”
Silas nods as I pull a water bottle from his mini fridge and unscrew the cap. Taking his hand, I lead him to his bathroom across the hall and flick the faucet to start the shower.
“Drink. You need to flush the poison from your body.”
“Yes, sir.”
A growl works its way up my chest, causing Silas’ eyes to go wide and his eyebrows to rise. After chugging some water, Silas moves to me, his fingers confidently tracing over the fabric between him and my dick. My body responds naturally, hardening and lengthening, but as he starts to get bolder, I grab his wrist and slowly pull him away. Hurt flashes behind his eyes, but I know he’ll understand and thank me tomorrow.
“Not like this, Si. Not while you aren’t in complete control. When I fuck you, it’s going to be when you know without a doubt who’s making you scream.”
Silas’ eyes flutter closed, and I use the opportunity to drop to my knees, unbuckling his jeans and dragging them and his boxer briefs down his legs. His hard, beautiful cock bobs free, smacking against his pelvis. He’s so goddamn tempting.
Ignoring it, I strip myself of my clothes and take his hand, pulling him into the shower with me. The hot water pelts ourskin, and I watch as Silas closes his eyes, letting the spray pass over his head and face, rivulets of water cascading down his beautiful features. And hell, if he isn’t the most beautiful and equally maddening creature I’ve ever met. But he’s mine, and I take him as he is.
I take my time washing him, running my fingers through his thick, luscious hair, rubbing soap over every inch of his toned body. Silas moans softly at my touch, and I wonder if he’s ever had anyone take care of him before.
After our shower, we collapse into bed, too tired to do anything but lie next to each other. Silas throws his leg over my hip, my hand reaching out to push his damp blond strands out of his face.
“You played good. I’m proud of you,” I tell him honestly, happy to finally have him alone, and seeing his eyes much more sober than an hour ago.
“We haven’t won a game all season.”
“It was a good comeback. You all deserved the win.”
“My head wasn’t in it, and then I saw you in the stands and I suddenly had a reason for winning.”
Every ounce of jealousy, every bit of hurt, anger, and any other bullshit I was feeling the last few hours completely evaporates at those words. We fall asleep holding on to each other, and I hope like hell there’s a million more nights like this ahead of us.
Chapter 18
Silas
