Page 176 of Forged in the Fire
Smirk seated firmly on his face.
I told you so.
I didn’t give a fuck about much of anything except giving this girl a little of what she was asking for.
THIRTY-TWO
SILAS
“What doyou think you’re doing? Silas, put me down.”
Brinley squirmed as I stormed with her out into the babbling night. My boots ate up the ground as I hooked a quick left to carry her into the dense cover of trees that separated the club from my house.
Some speck of my conscience screamed to set her onto her feet and send her on her way.
But something else was screaming so much louder. “No.”
Her body jostled and bounced as I stalked through the shadows, a cataclysm of greed and stupidity rushing my steps.
“I’m not some little girl you need to lock up and hide away behind a closed door.” Coarse, jagged words rushed from Brinley.
“No, you aren’t, are you?”
Her ass was in the air, that short, flowy skirt blowing up in the breeze and exposing the perfect round globes of her butt cheeks.
So ripe and juicy and right at the side of my face that it took everything I had not to turn my head and take a bite.
Instead, I sank the fingers of my free hand into one curvy mound.
Palming and kneading.
A gasp rocked from her. In an instant, I could scent her arousal soaking her through, a shockwave of her blistering through my body and ratcheting the lust gripping my guts.
“This what you want, Brinley? You want a little of what I have to give?” I growled it.
“I…what are you doing? Silas.” It was confusion spiked with need.
“Say it,” I demanded. “Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
That was all I needed to hear.
I increased my pace, boots a thunder as I carried her through the woods.
Her little breaths hitting the air and driving the madness higher.
Each step amping the anticipation as I hauled her toward the house.
I didn’t pause or set her down when I climbed the porch steps, and there was no wavering or faltering as I ferried her through the wispy darkness of the living room and up the stairs to my room.
I just marched forward on a full-scale suicide mission.
Her rasps and pants spurring me forward.
I clicked the door shut behind us before I edged through the shadows that crawled the walls of my room.
I didn’t take her to my bed.
