Page 197 of Forged in the Fire
Silas’s mouth on me, his head between my thighs.
No fear.
No terror.
No shame.
I only wanted more.
More than anything, I was sure I’d feel regret for sharing what I had. Sure I’d want to go running from his property, whichwas only asking for more humiliation since there was no doubt he’d only come dragging me back.
But there was none.
No embarrassment or disgrace.
Kai knocked me out of the trance by patting both my cheeks.
“You ’wake?”
I cleared the roughness from my throat. “Yeah, baby, I’m awake.”
“MyBwinwey?” He bobbed that sweet head.
My chest again felt like it would cave.
Mush.
Shaking the drowsiness off, I forced myself up to sitting.
He scrambled right onto my lap, chubby arms locked around my neck as he bounced on his knees.
“I eat?” He nodded.
It was so emphatic, there was no question he considered this an emergency.
I curled my arms around him and stood, my heart pressing fiercely against my ribs as I rocked him back and forth.
“I think we should probably change this pee-pee diaper first,” I teased around the fervor that had taken me hostage.
A riot of giggles erupted from him. “I not got pee-pee.”
“Are you sure?” I spun him around.
Another outbreak of giggles. A song of joy that banged the walls, ricocheting back to penetrate a spot inside me that I didn’t know existed.
I kept swaying and swinging him as I carried him from Silas’s room and into his.
The upper floor was quiet, no one around, the clear life of the house apparent in the faint drone of the television and distant voices that rose up from below.
I inclined my ear.
Was Silas down there? Did I want him to be? I wasn’t sure I could face him, not when there was a heavy chance that what I was feeling would be painted all over my expression.
No way to conceal it.
Rays of morning light poured in through Kai’s window, a spray of motes dancing merrily and lighting up the adorable decorations.
Illustrated trucks and tractors and trains were stuck to the walls, and the bedding in his crib matched.
