Page 15 of Silver Fox
But like all good things, it does. I collapse onto the bed, my chest heaving, my lungs burning, and my head filled with nothing but Skye. With the last of my strength, I pull her into my embrace. There’s a warm sensation in my chest, and my hand tips up her chin.
“I may own your cunt, Skye, but fuck, you own my cock every bit as much.” I brush the tip of my nose against hers, my lips curving in contentment.
By the time Skye checks her phone, I don’t think there’s an inch of her body that my tongue hasn’t visited. It’s the early hours of the morning, in the black before the sunrise. We’re on our sides, with her warm ass nestled up against my cock, and I’m pressing kisses against the side of her neck.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“I’m just seeing if my cat is okay.” She flicks her thumb across the screen, pressing an app with a little pawprint as its icon. It opens to show what is presumably her hotel room. There’s clothes strewn across the bed, but she immediately tries to hide it from view. “About the mess… I was, uh, trying on different outfits before I went downstairs to the bar.”
I snort. “Don’t apologize.” I nip at her earlobe playfully. “If that’s what it took for you to look this good, I have no complaints. How’s your cat?”
On her phone, she zooms in on the bed. The bedcovers are smooth, and it’s clear it hasn’t been slept in, but there’s a small fort of pillows at the head of the bed, and nestled within lies an upside down cat. It’s fast asleep, its legs stretched out above its head and its belly exposed. “Hasn’t moved since I left.”
I give a huff of amusement. “Boy or girl?”
“Boy,” she says, a smile in her voice.
“What’s his name?”
There’s a pause before she answers, and I can feel her hesitation creep down between her shoulders. “He’s called Bryaxis.”
Frowning, I kiss just beneath her ear. It’s unusual. “Is that a name you made up?”
She sighs in my arms, and I can feel her chest deflate slightly. “No, it’s stupid, I know. It’s from my favorite book series. There’s this creature in it that lives at the bottom of a library and—”
My frown deepens, and I roll her onto her back. The pink lighting allows me to see her face, the rays rippling across her bare skin. “You named him after something you love. How is that stupid?”
Her smile is radiant. “Really?”
“Really,” I nod, brushing her chestnut locks from her face. “Who made you think it was stupid?”
Her hesitation returns, but before she answers her phone begins to ring. It makes her jump, and her eyes widen. “He did,” she says softly.
I don’t recognize the contact name—Brett—but I sure as shit recognize the kid in the contact photo, holding up a golden trophy. “You don’t have to answer it, but if you do, I’m here for you.”
Steeling herself, Skye accepts the call and holds it to her ear. “Why are you calling me?”
The reply is a muffled barrage of words, and I can almost smell the stink of alcohol coming through the damn phone.
I motion to her to put the phone on speaker.
Brett’s voice fills my bedroom. “I just spent the last eight hours in a goddamn cell because of you,what do you think I fucking want?”
“That’s hardly because of me, Brett. You had your hands around my—”
“Don’t give me that bullshit. All I wanted was to have a civil conversation and you run the first chance you get. And where do I find you? In some bar trying to pick up guys, looking like someone put make-up on a fucking pig. You have no right to—”
I snatch the phone out of Skye’s hand, turning it off speaker before holding it to my ear. “The fuck did you just say about my girl, asshole?”
The silence before he speaks is golden. “Who are you?” he asks eventually.
“I’m the man who handed your ass to you earlier. I’m the man whose bed Skye spent the last eight hours in. I’m the man whose tongue and cock she spent the last eight hours coming on. I’m the man who spent the last eight hours caring for her as she deserves to be fucking cared for, not belittling and insulting her. You’re pathetic,Brett. The fact that you saw her tonight and thought of her as anything less than stunning speaks for itself.”
Adrenaline screams at me as I end the call, my lungs heaving and my hands desperate to wring his neck. My jaw’s ticking, but it all melts away when I feel her soft, delicate touch against my cheek.
“Silas,” Skye whispers, her eyes glittering.
I hold her wrist, keeping her palm against my jaw. My breathing is ragged, and rage runs red hot in my veins. “Don’t listen to a word he says, pretty girl. He’s pathetic. He’snothing.”
