Page 135 of Silas

“True. You’re even more perfect, now.” I kiss her throat, the side of her neck; she tilts her head to the side to offer me access, moaning in delight. “I love your haircut. I love the makeup. I fuckin’ love the shit out of that slip.” I palm her ass and pull her closer, cupping her head and tilting her backward so I can kiss her mouth until she goes limp, whimpering. “And I love you more than I can say.”

“Aww hell,” I hear Annika mutter from my right. “Chance is gonna have to step up his game. This shit is hotter than porn.”

Naomi giggles, turning her head to glance at the three women huddled together in the doorway, watching like the Three Stooges. “Thank you, ladies. I…thank you.”

Myka flicks her fingers at us. “Well? Go on. Shoo! Go fuck like rabbits. This is your first honeymoon, after all.”

“First?” I question.

“Well, yeah. You’re gonna have a real wedding later, once your brothers come back with their new women,” Annika says.

Anjalee smiles. “It has been wonderful getting to know you, Naomi. You are a truly courageous woman. We will see you tomorrow.”

I scoop Naomi up in my arms—we both wince and hiss a little, but neither of us is about to let a little thing like bruised ribs slow us down.

Naomi got lucky—the vest absorbed most of the impact of the kicks she took, sparing her from having them cracked or broken, they’re just bruised and sore. Her leg is peppered with birdshot, but the dumbass who shot her missed completely, only a few pellets actually hitting her. All in all, considering what she went through, she fared remarkably well.

She is a badass extraordinaire, though, so it’s not surprising.

I carry her into our room, kick the door shut, and set her on my bed—ourbed.

She lays back onto the pillows, her hair billowing out around her face. “You really want to marry me?” She whispers, eyes searching mine.

“I really, really do.” I kneel on the foot of the bed. “Never in a million years thought I’d ever want that, but with you, I do.”

“Even if I can’t have children?” Her voice is so quiet when she says this I can barely make out her words.

“Naomi, my love. All I care about is being with you. If that’s something that comes up with us in the future, we’ll figure it out. If you can’t, you can’t. That’s so far off my radar right now. Don’t even give it another thought.”

She looks away. “I was so glad I couldn’t conceive, with…him. It meant he would hurt me as punishment, but…I couldn’t bear the thought of being bound to him like that. Giving him that. Having someone’s child is…special.” She shakes her head, eyes watering. “Someday, I think I could think about it. With you.” Her eyes go to mine, and she lets her tears fall. “I’m sorry I’m crying all the time. I just…I was never allowed to show my feelings, and I guess I have a lot of them.”

I crawl up to her, cradle her in my arms. “Never apologize for that, honey. I want all your feelings. Good, bad, happy, sad, angry, scared, horny. All of it.”

She sniffles. “I guess…I guess I could see us having a little boy with your eyes. Or a little girl. I don’t know. I know it’s crazy to talk about that, though.”

“It’s not. You can talk to me about anything, any time.”

She rolls in my arms and rests her chin on my chest. “Your friends are crazy.”

I laugh. “They’re not just friends, they’re my brothers and sisters. But yeah, we’re all a little crazy.”

She grins up at me. “The girls, they…they wanted to know about…us. They kept asking questions and I didn’t know how to answer them. I’ve never had friends, and I didn’t want to seem like a prude, so…” She blushes. “So I…I kind of told them. About us. Um—in bed, I mean.”

I laugh. “Good.”

She frowns, confused. “Good. You’re not mad? I told them personal details.”

I shake my head. “That’s how it is with the girls, honey. I overheard them talking about the guys, once. I fuckin’ blushed, babe.Me. You can tell them whatever. It’s cool. I’m just glad you clicked with them.”

“I’ve never had friends, so I don’t know what’s normal.”

I shrug. “I’m not a chick, so I don’t know, either. I think it’s normal for them, though.” I cup her jaw. “Just be yourself. And if you gotta figure out who that is, then do whatever you need to figure it out. I’ll be with you every step of the way, no matter what.”

She shimmies higher up my body, straddling me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she nuzzles my throat, nose against my pulse. “There’s only one thing I want right now, Silas Mackenzie Cabot.”

“And what’s that, Naomi—wait, I don’t know your middle name.”

She giggles, which does delicious things with her tits on my chest. “Deanna. After my mother.”