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SILAS

I t took less than two minutes for Damien’s email to garner replies.

While my husband headed for the kitchen to grab us a couple of beers, I stayed behind in the office. My phone began to chime with notifications. The first one, no surprise, was from Finn. He’d group texted almost half the team.

Finn: WTF???!!! WE NEED DETAILS!!!

Dane: Moss, IS THIS REAL?

I forwarded a selfie of me and Damien kissing.

No, not a naughty one. The one at the courthouse…

Silas: It’s OFFICIAL. And it’s Banning from here on out.

Jace: Holy fuck!! And I thought dating a teammate was dramatic.

Axel: Drama? Us? Honey, what are you talking about?

Ethan: He’s talking about your constant eye fucking, bickering, the sexual tension that’s so thick I’m always choking on it.

Jace: Didn’t know you liked the kinky stuff.

Axel: Come on, Walrus, don’t be jealous.

Ethan: As if. And FYI, I win the bet about Si and Coach. Pay up pronto. I accept Visa, PayPal, cash.

Silas: The fuck?

Ethan: I said sexual tension, didn’t I?

Kayden: OMG I snorted half a can of soda…damn…that is…fucking painful.

Silas: What?

Maddox: Kay was so shocked by the “Silas and Coach are married” email that he inhaled his drink up his nose and sprayed it all over the kitchen.

Kayden: A hundred percent do not recommend. The snorting, that is. But Si, bro, give us some warning next time, please.

Silas: There won’t be a next time. Damien’s it. Speaking of which, my HUSBAND is waiting on me.

Finn: Husband, holy shit, it’s going to take a while to get used to that. Hey, can we see the rings?

Silas: Don’t have them yet. Soon. But first, I’m going to get a new tattoo.

Ethan: Rufus it was shy of seven a.m. I shut off my alarm before it started chiming.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I turned back to find Silas blinking at me with slumberous eyes.

“Nowhere. I was checking the time,” I whispered. “It’s seven. We need to get up soon.”

“Not yet,” Silas grumbled and reached for me. “And it’s too damn early to get out of bed.”

“I’m not arguing that.”

Silas silenced me with a devouring kiss. “Good morning, baby.”

“It most certainly is.”

We didn’t kiss so much as consume each other, sleep and alarms all but forgotten as we hungrily made out.

I rolled on top of my husband and pinned him to the mattress, relishing in his husky groan of approval.

Silas wrapped his legs around my waist, his morning wood brushing against mine, setting off a million fireworks in my belly.

I didn’t know how we were going to make it out of this bed…

our bed. Fuck, I liked the sound of that.

I couldn’t think about anything else, never mind getting up, getting dressed, driving to campus, and making intelligible conversation with others.

I wanted at least a week, just the two of us, no distractions, no interruptions. My new life was in my arms, and I wanted to revel in him.

But reveling, and spending all day in bed, would have to wait.

“Quick and dirty, baby,” I groaned.

I spat in my hand and reached for his stiff cock, stroking him off with an urgency that made my own dick leak like crazy.

All the while, I stared into his beautiful brown eyes, my heart pounding fast and furious, my emotions rising to the surface.

For a man who used to shut down, I was not holding back with Silas.

“Love you.”

“Love you more,” Silas moaned, and when I teased the head of his dick on the upstroke, his head dropped back against the pillow, his neck muscles rigid. “Oh God, Damien, like that. Don’t stop.”

“You are so fucking incredible,” I whispered. “I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

“All yours. Only yours.”

My hand grew slippery with Silas’s pre-cum as I stroked faster, and he began to fuck my fist, both of us rutting together. Watching this strong, sexy man give himself over to me had my climax barrelling towards the finish line in record time.

Until the loud knock on our bedroom door rudely interrupted us…

I froze. My good mood, and worst of all, my erection, was fading.

“Dave’s here!” Selwin yelled from the other side of the door. “Save the hot morning sex for another day!”

“Fuck,” I blurted out, removing my hand from my husband’s dick and all but collapsing on top of him, burying my flushed face in his neck.

Silas chuckled, cupping the back of my head and kissing my temple.

“We’ll be out in ten!” Silas called back.

“I’m never inviting him to our house again,” I grumbled.

“You don’t mean that.”

“No,” I admitted and let out a frustrated sigh. “I guess we better get up and get showered.”

“We can finish our husbandly duties in there,” Silas quipped and squeezed my ass cheeks.

I chuckled and gave his lips a teasing nip.

“You’re so dedicated.” I chuckled.

“What can I say? You’ve rubbed off on me.”

“I was going to,” I muttered sarcastically.

After one more kiss, I rolled off Silas and we padded into the bathroom.

After a quick, but satisfying, mutual shower, Silas and I got changed and headed out of the bedroom to find Dave, Selwin, and Josiah seated around the kitchen island, eating breakfast.

Dave hadn’t called me back last night like he said he was going to, and it worried me. I didn’t want to voice my concern that he’d never talk to me again, but Silas knew what I wasn’t saying. Even after we headed for bed last night, I’d been unable to fall asleep right away.

“He’ll come around,” Silas insisted as he held me tight. “He needs time.”

The fact that Dave was here now gave me hope. Hope that I hadn’t completely fucked up our friendship for good. Silas and I held hands as we walked into the kitchen and Dave stared us at with bemusement.

“I still can’t believe that you’re married. To one of your players,” Dave announced and shook his head. “What the fuck, Damien?”

Did I regret not telling Dave about my relationship with Silas?

Yes. Would I do the same thing over again?

Probably. My reasons for staying silent were valid; I wanted to protect Silas from the judgement we’d face as a couple.

Dave’s initial response proved that. And while our families were on board—as well as many of his teammates and Selwin—not everyone would approve of me and him as a couple. Even if we were married.

Silas let go of my hand and instead, wrapped his arm around my waist. The move was protective as hell.

“If you’re here to yell at my husband again, you can show yourself out,” Silas announced.

“What he said,” I added.

Dave worried his bottom lip, staring at the two of us. “I’m not going to do that.”

“I’m sorry that you had to find out that way,” I replied. “And that I didn’t give you any warning about what was going on. But I’m not sorry for falling in love with Silas.”

“You really do love each other,” Dave stated.

I nodded.

Dave slipped off the bar stool and stood in front of us, offering his hand to my husband.

Silas slowly took it, shaking my friend’s hand.

“You know that Damien’s more than a grumpy pain in the ass in the morning, right? It’s like, an all-day thing,” Dave quipped, breaking the tension.

“Hey!” I started.

I could feel the tension in Silas’s body release as he laughed at Dave’s comment.

“I love every single one of his moods, and I’m not exactly Mr. Sunshine either,” Silas admitted.

“That’s right.” I smiled at him. “You’re Mr. Banning from here on out.”