Page 19 of Ex- Factor

I woke up alone. Mouth dry. Head pounding.

Eyes crusty from sleep. My lashes felt like bricks.

I blinked a few times, then groaned. My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth like Velcro.

Silas wasn’t in bed. My first instinct was to call for him, but my voice sounded like gravel.

I sat up slowly, holding my head like it might fall off if I moved too fast. The house was quiet.

The digital clock on the nightstand read three a.m. My toes hit the floor, and I stood on shaky legs, grabbing one of Silas’s shirts from the end of the bed to throw on.

I stood in front of him, popped the controller from his hand with one finger, and crawled into his lap, facing him.

My thighs spread across his, my bare pussy in his lap.

He blinked at me. There was something in his eyes, but it wasn’t annoyance.

I kissed the dip of his throat, right where his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.

I felt his dick twitch. I held up the water bottle and pressed it to his lips.

He drank slow, watching me the whole time.

When he reached for the controller again, I hit play and settled against him, laying my head on his shoulder.

He didn’t start playing though. Just stared at the screen like it owed him answers.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered, rubbing his thigh slowly, trying to ease whatever tension he was carrying.

He sighed. “Don’t wanna say. Makes me feel stupid and insecure.

” I tilted my head up. “Silas. Nothing you say could make me think you’re stupid.

Say it.” He looked at me, conflicted, like he was debating if it was worth it.

Then finally said, “You sure you’re over Donte? ”

The question hit like a cold splash. But I answered without flinching and truthfully. “Yes, I’m over him. What else you want to know?” I didn’t like the tone of his voice, and I wanted to reassure him.

He paused the game again. His voice came low, careful.

“Were you in love with him?” “Yes and no. At first, yes. In the middle, no. But I thought I was.” “Did you fuck him recently? Since I’ve known you?

” “No. Not since before we broke up. It’s been a minute.

A long one.” “Did you think about him when you kissed me the first time?” “Not at all. I was thinking about how bad I wanted to kiss you.” “Last night… when you hit Sinica. Was that about him?” “That was about her. But when I hit him with the mic? Yeah… that was about him.” “Why?” I laughed a little.

“‘Cause I been wanting to hit both of them for years. And I was just drunk enough to do it.”

Silas laughed too. That deep, sexy kind of laugh that makes you feel like you just told the best joke in the world. “Last one,” he said. “Are you sure you don’t want him back?” I looked at him, dead serious. “I’m sure.”

I kissed him soft—no tongue, no heat—just lips. Tender. Solid. Then I reached between us and tugged his dick out of his boxers. He was already hard. I shifted, lifted my hips, and sank down on him slow. His head tilted back against the couch, eyes rolling as he moaned. “Fuck…”

I started moving, up and down, from root to tip.

I rode him slow, hips grinding deep. He grabbed the top of the T-shirt I was wearing—his favorite one—and tried to yank it up, but I stopped him.

“Don’t,” I whispered, breath catching. “I like this one.” He didn’t care.

He ripped it down the middle trying to get to my tits.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he growled, wrapping his mouth around my nipple, sucking hard.

I rolled my hips faster, grinding against him, our bodies slipping into rhythm like we’d been made to fit. “Don’t I feel sure about you?” I asked him, teasing.

He didn’t answer. Just gripped my ass and thrust up into me hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs.

Holding me steady, his with one hand, the other holding my breast to his mouth.

I draped my arms around his neck. I swayed my head side to side.

I was about to cum for him and I wanted him to cum with me. I held him tighter.

Fuck Donte and Sinica.