Page 215 of Forged in the Fire
My fingers stroked home, my cock that was still hanging from my pants screaming for the chance.
But Brinley’s head was already dropping back, and she released the longest moan, body going rigid before it gave way to full-blown tremors.
Rocking and raging as she squeezed and throbbed around my fingers once again.
Her nails sank into my shoulders and ripped at my cut and dug into the nape of my neck.
Perfect, pained bliss.
A frenzy had taken me over.
No rationale or logic left as I kissed up over the fabric of her dress. Belly, chest, and neck. A total fucking fool as I made it to her mouth, on my knees as I kissed her without any sense.
Her heart raced the same stampede as mine, those fingers tugging at my hair as she kissed me back.
Tendrils of something profound wisped around us.
Wrapping us in newfound chains.
A fettering that was only going to make the goodbye so much worse.
But I was pretty sure Brinley Webber would be worth every ounce of pain.
“Silas,” she breathed into my mouth.
“Wildfire,” I murmured back, sucking that sweetness down.
Almonds and apples and cream.
I held her that way for a little bit before I finally asked, “You good?”
She exhaled a shaky laugh. “I don’t think I could even stand right now my muscles are so blissed out.”
“Good.” I pecked another kiss to her lips, then I curled my arms around her waist and lifted her off the desk. Her legs dangled below her, the tips of her toes barely brushing the ground as I held her against me.
My bare cock still pressed between us as I swayed her back and forth.
Yeah, no one had ever accused me of being romantic.
Except she exhaled this soft sound as she burrowed her face in my neck, warmth saturating me through as she whispered, “You make me feel good, Silas Mercer. Inside and out.”
FORTY-FOUR
SILAS
“You really gonna lether stay in that office after what went down yesterday?”
Phoenix uttered it low from where he dug for a wrench in a toolbox near me. Voice muted and hard, casting a ton of speculation my way where I knelt next to my Harley, running a clean cloth over the gleaming black fender that I’d repaired.
My ribs constricted around my heart. It might as well have been his giant, meaty mitt with the way it felt like it was getting pulverized by the thought of her.
That face spinning through my mind on repeat. Of course, that vision had to include her face tipped up at me with my cock stuffed down her throat.
I had been stewing in that memory all fucking day.
“Compound is secure,” I growled.
“Yeah, and that’s the opposite of what we were going for. We are supposed to be playing it cool, remember? Putting on a front like there isn’t a single issue going down at the club? Now you’ve got this place locked down like a military installation.”
