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“Anyway!” I start, holding back a giggle. “To answer your question, Em, you already know why I chose my costume, since it’s Sy’s nickname for me.”

“A really hot costume at that.”

“Shut up, Ellis!” Silas glares at Ellis, making him chuckle. Then Silas says, “It’s funny how we both went off each other for our costumes.”

I turn to look at my man, confused by his words. “How does this have something to do with me?” I wave a hand up and down his body.

His hands settle on my waist as he pulls me closer. “Well, you’re always calling me ‘God’ in bed, so I thought it was fitting.” He gives a devilish grin as I gasp in shock. I can’t believe he just said that in front of everyone.

“SILAS!” My cheeks are on fire, embarrassment coursing through my veins as I push at his chest. He simply laughs and tugs me back to him, kissing the top of my head.

A hyena laugh erupts from Emma as she folds in half, almost spilling her drink on Noah.

She comes back up gasping for air and wiping tears from her eyes.

“I can vouch for that. If you knew how many times I’ve heard the words ‘ Oh God, Silas’ in the last month, you’d all be shocked.

” She’s still laughing, unable to control herself, and now everyone is joining in, even Silas.

“Oh my God, can the ground just open up and swallow me whole? Right now would be nice,” I speak into my hands, completely mortified by everything being said.

The rest of the night goes well, we have fun playing games, chatting with everyone, and drinking. But now I’m exhausted, and my feet are killing me in these heels. Silas and I begin to say our goodbyes to everyone as we hunt down Emma.

We find her on a couch sprawled over the footballers, her head resting on Gabe’s thigh and legs over Noah’s, her body separating the two.

Noah’s hand runs smoothly up and down her leg, while Gabe strokes her hair lovingly.

Her eyes are closed as she hums in approval.

Oh, she is eating all this attention up. It almost makes me laugh.

I walk to the couch and crouch down. “Em, we’re heading out. Need a ride?”

She opens her eyes and looks my way, then turns to her two admirers with a seductive smirk. “No, I think I’m already gonna be getting all the riding I need,” she says when her gaze falls back on me, and this time I can’t stop the giggle from crawling up my throat.

“Okay well, have fun, and be safe.” I point my finger in her face.

“I’m not ready to be an aunt, so you know.

.. wrap it up, boys,” I say, changing the trajectory of my pointed finger to the two men who both look horrified at the idea of a baby.

I kiss Emma’s forehead before standing and rejoining Silas.

We make it outside, and I look around for Silas’s SUV, but come up empty. Frowning, I ask, “Where’s your car?”

He peers down at me with a smirk, then looks back out at the sea of vehicles. “Right there.” He points, and I follow its direction.

I gape at what I see. That monster of a truck that’s always parked beside his SUV is his!? “Wait, I didn’t know the truck was yours too, why haven’t we ever taken it?”

“No reason, I don’t use it often. But sometimes the mood hits,” he says as we walk over to the truck and he pulls open the passenger door, then steps back to give me way.

I look from him to the truck, then back to him. “Sy, I can’t get up there.” The truck is way too high, and there doesn’t seem to be a step to help me up, no sidewalk either to give me a boost. The top of the seat nearly hits my chest. There’s no way.

“Of course, you can. Where’s my feisty little kitten, always determined to prove she doesn’t need my help? Or the one who climbs my counters to get a mug in the cupboard for her morning coffee?” He raises a brow, challenging me.

I narrow my eyes but take the bait. I walk to the open door and plant my hands over the seat, looking around for leverage. There’s a handle above to my left. I reach for it but barely touch it, not enough to get a firm grip. This won’t do.

I decide my best option is to grab onto the seat and try to pull myself in.

I take two steps back, then rush off to the truck, jumping into the open doorway.

My body lands half on the seat as my hands shoot in front of me, desperately trying to grab onto something.

But my fingers are clammy, and everything slips out of my grasp.

Silas chuckles from behind me but doesn’t attempt to help. “Come on, baby. You got this!”

I’m grunting and groaning as I try to push my body weight up, bringing my leg higher to get over the seat. I hear Silas curse under his breath, making me look back. His eyes are fixated on my ass, which I now realize must be fully exposed in this position given the short length of my outfit.

“Silas, you’d better get your ass over here quickly, or so help me God, I’m withholding sex for the rest of the week!”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday.”

“SHUT UP!” I yell back, irritated.

He laughs, but his footsteps get closer.

I sigh in relief, knowing I’ll soon be out of this awkward position.

When he steps up behind me, I expect his hands to grab my waist. But instead I feel his fingertips gliding up the back of my thigh, leisurely making their way to my panties.

They stop short before descending back to where they started.

I suck in a breath, my body paralyzed with the single touch. Thoughts vanish from my mind, only one remaining. Silas. The way my body always responds to him amazes me. I never get tired of his hands on me.

He slides his fingers back up, this time fluttering over my now damp panties as a delicious quiver runs through my body. He places his free hand on my raised thigh, gripping me tightly while his roaming fingers slip beneath my panties. His knuckle rubs up and down my wet slit.

My back arches, a soft moan leaving my lips. I want more, need more. I know we shouldn’t be doing this here. Anyone could walk out and see, but in this moment, all I care about is Silas and how desperately I need him.

He pushes my underwear to the side and passes his fingers through my folds before circling my clit. My moans get louder, and I bite down on my lip, trying to lessen the sounds of pleasure coming from me.

“You like that, baby? You want more?” he whispers.

“Yes. Please, Silas.” I’m not afraid to beg, and I know he loves when I do.

He groans from behind me, his other hand releasing my thigh and grabbing a fist full of my hair, yanking me up to him, my back fully arched. My skull prickles with the strength of his hold, but I don’t care, I love this side of Silas.

I start with a gasp but cry out instead when he shoves two of his thick fingers forcefully inside of me. “OH GOD!”

He fucks me brutally with his fingers as I pant, unable to catch my breath. I’m in a daze as the violence of his assault on my tiny body rocks me back and forth.

“Next time, I’m going to fuck you hard in my truck. Push my dick so far in your tight little cunt, you’ll be begging me to stop. But you don’t really want that, do you, baby? No, you love when I fill your pretty pussy with my cock to the point of pain,” he growls with hunger.

“I’ll make you come so many times you’ll ruin my leather seats with your juices. Then when I’ve come deep inside of you, I’ll pull out and watch it drip down your thighs.” He spears me repeatedly with his fingers while whispering filthy words against my ear.

My mewls are so loud I’m sure people can hear me, but Silas doesn’t stop or try to silence me. No, he seems to feed off my cries. I’m so close, my whole body is shaking, sparks coming to life inside my veins. I’m burning up, a fire building deep within, one only he can tame.

My walls begin to clench around him. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze my fucking fingers. Are you my dirty little girl?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Say it!” he roars into my ear. I moan in response, squeezing harder against him. I can feel my arousal leaking down my thighs.

“I’m your dirty little girl.” I would say anything for him, do anything.

“Good, now come all over my fingers like a good girl so I can lick them clean.”

And I do, I explode the minute those words leave his naughty mouth. My vision tunnels, everything losing focus. My screams are loud as he continues his torture through my orgasm.

When my body finally gives out, Silas lets go of my hair and wraps his arm around me to support my weight. He removes his fingers from me gently and brings them to his mouth to lick them clean as I watch with a hazy mind.

Once done, he grabs me by the chin, bringing my lips to his and letting me taste everything he just did to me.

Pulling back slightly, his hand returns to my still spread thighs where he rights my panties, then grabs me by the waist and sets me on the ground in front of him.

I turn to face him, not ready to let him go just yet.

“I’m crazy about you,” he says as he passes his fingers through my hair, smoothing it back into place.

“I’m crazy about you too.” I beam up at him just before a violent shiver hits me, my body registering the cold now that the high is over.

I notice the slight tremor in Silas’s hands as he brings them back down to his sides. The tips of his nose and ears are red. “We should get in the truck, you’re gonna get sick standing out here naked,” I tell him, stroking his frozen cheek with my thumb.

“We will in a sec.” He steps to the rear passenger door and pulls it open, bending inside the truck to get something.

He comes back with a pile of clothes. He passes me a big sweater that I rapidly slip on, loving the warmth of the material against my chilled flesh.

And the smell, I love the smell. Silas. On instinct, I bring the neck of the sweater to my nose and breathe in deeply, letting his intoxicating smell invade me .

Sy looks my way, catching me in the act, and smiles. He loves seeing that I’m just as obsessed with him as he is with me. He removes the winged armor from his shoulder and white cape, then pulls on his own sweater and slips into jogging pants. “There, better.”

He steps in closer, reaching his hand up behind me as he presses on something with an evil smirk along his beautiful lips. I frown, not understanding the look, but then I hear it. I turn and look down just in time to see a step coming out from under the truck.

“You asshole!” I slap him in the chest while he laughs. “You did that on purpose!” I climb into the truck, this time with ease, and sit down, ready to buckle myself. But Silas is quicker. He grabs the seatbelt and straps me in. I love when he does that.

Once I’m secured in place, he plants a kiss to my nose, my cheek, then pecks my lips. “I’m sorry, Minnie. Please don’t hate me.” His delicate whisper against my lips makes my heart melt.

I run my fingers through his hair as I say, “I could never hate you.” And I kiss him back. The kiss isn’t long, but it’s powerful. All emotions coming out to play as our tongues dance together like they always do.

We finally break apart as he grabs a cover from the back seat. He sets it over my legs, then closes the door and rushes over to the driver’s side. He jumps in, starts the truck, and we take off, our fingers laced together.

I love this man.