Page 15 of Silent Truths (Razor Monkees #1)

Tor

“ R ise and shine!” Delia shouted as she shoved open the door to the room Salem and I had taken over. I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head, trying to block out her and the light from the main sitting area of our suite. “Out of bed. Now!” she barked.

“Fuck all the way off,” Salem growled, his arm tightening around my waist.

Cold air washed over me when she flung the blanket back. “Christ!” she yelped, stumbling back. I curled in on myself to hide my dick, and Salem moved so his body was covering me as much as possible.

“Get out !” he yelled at her, throwing a pillow in her direction, his voice booming and bouncing off the walls of our room.

She stumbled out of the room, her hand over her eyes, the door slamming shut behind her. I heard Jesse and Kalin laughing their asses off in the main room, no doubt at Delia’s expense.

“Oh, God ,” I groaned, looking over my shoulder at Salem. “Do you think she saw everything?”

Salem sighed and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Hate to break it to you, babe, but yeah. I’m pretty sure she saw everything.” I groaned. He leaned over me and pressed his lips to mine. “Come on. Let’s hop in the shower and go do this bullshit community service thing.”

I frowned at him as he slid off the bed.

“Community service is not—” I whined at the sight of the red, digital numbers staring back at me from the alarm clock by the bed.

“It’s not even six A.M.” Delia had told us yesterday that she would be waking us up early, but fuck, I hadn’t realized she meant four fucking A.M.

Salem chuckled and walked over, grabbing me beneath my arms and hauling me off the comfortable and warm mattress. “Come on, baby.” He grabbed my hand, linking our fingers together. “If you get a move on, I’ll even blow you in the shower.”

My cock hardened so fast, it made me a little dizzy. I stumbled, but Salem only smirked, quickly latching onto my hip and catching me so I wouldn’t fall on my face. A low moan crawled up my throat when he dragged my body against his. “Promise?” I asked, my voice husky and low.

He licked his lips and ran his eyes over me, those dark irises lingering on my cock long enough to make precum bead on the tip.

He pulled me in for a kiss hot enough to melt an iceberg within seconds.

I groaned—long and low—into his addictive mouth, blindly allowing him to lead me into the bathroom.

I barely felt the frigidness of the tiles beneath my feet as Salem reached behind him to turn the shower on, his lips now working their way down my neck and across my shoulder, nipping at my collarbone hard enough to make it sting.

I moaned.

“God, I can’t get enough of the fucking sounds you make,” Salem rumbled, kissing me again. We carefully stepped into the shower, and then Salem turned me, pushing me beneath the water.

“What—” I spluttered. “Oh, fuck ,” I moaned when he sank to his knees and flicked his tongue over the tip of my cock, licking up the precum there before he stroked his tongue along the underside of my cock.

And when he swallowed me to the back of his throat, no gag reflex there at all, I cried out his name in surprise, my head falling back on my shoulders.

My fingers slid into his hair, and he moaned, his hands grasping my thighs, his fingers biting into my flesh as he encouraged me to use him.

And I did. I fucked his face, chasing my release. When Salem slid his finger between my ass cheeks, stroking his finger over where he’d just fucked me the night before, I fucking lost it.

“Salem!” I shouted, spilling down his throat. He moaned again, swallowing around me as he greedily drank everything I poured into his waiting mouth.

He grinned up at me and licked his lips, his dark eyes a little lighter. I sagged back against the tiled wall, my chest heaving. I’d come embarrassingly fast, and I couldn’t even bring myself to care.

Salem’s mouth was fucking sinful. His mouth should honestly have been illegal. Because holy fuck .

“You good, baby?” he asked, rising to his feet and pulling me into his arms.

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, leaning into him and letting him support me. “I think you sucked my brain out of my head through my dick.”

Salem barked out a laugh and tightened his arms around me, pressing a kiss to my blonde strands.

“Jesse, you and Tor will be going to a food bank. They’re doing cooked meals today, so you’ll be serving people.”

“You’re not separating me and Tor,” Salem told her immediately, his arm curling around my waist. My heart was racing in my chest at the thought of being apart from Salem for something new—something I’d never experienced before.

Even when we’d hated each other, I’d been comforted knowing he was there. That my rock was still there.

A panic attack or two—or fuck, maybe even a dozen—were going to happen if Salem wasn’t with me. He was my crutch, and I knew that was unhealthy, but I needed my crutch if I was expected to make it through today.

“Don’t you argue with me, Salem,” Delia snapped at him. “I don’t have time for this today. You’re terrible with people, and Tor and Jesse are the best with them. You’ll go with Dalton and help pick up trash off the side of the road.”

“You’ve got be fucking?—”

Jesse slung an arm around Salem’s shoulders, giving him a look I didn’t understand before he grinned. “I’ll take perfectly good care of Tor. I promise,” Jesse assured him.

Salem just ground his teeth together, his arm tightening around me, but he didn’t say a word otherwise.

Delia sniffed. “Kalin and Spike, you two will be helping set up for the festival tomorrow. There are three vehicles outside waiting to take you all to where you need to be. You have fifteen minutes to get breakfast and coffee in your systems before you’re expected to leave. ”

She walked out of the suite, the door clicking shut behind her. Jesse cleared his throat. “We’re switching,” he told Salem. “I’d rather be outside picking up trash than be surrounded by a bunch of old ladies who want to gush about how adorable I am and how chubby my cheeks look when I smile.”

I snickered, my shoulders relaxing at his words.

Salem clapped him on the back in thanks before leading me over to the kitchenette, where plates of food were waiting.

He handed me one before we settled at the small table, all of us silent as we worked on scarfing down our food and downing our coffee.

I was still not ready to be up yet, but hopefully, I could get enough caffeine in my system to make it through the day.

“We’ll grab you a cup of coffee to-go from downstairs,” Salem told me as I placed my empty plate on the stack on the counter for housekeeping to grab. “There’s a small coffee shop—I noticed it last night when we came out of the conference room.”

I smiled at him. I was pretty sure there were hearts in my damn eyes. Salem knew how miserable I was without enough caffeine in my body to fuel a whole city. “You’re the best.”

He snorted. “Come on. You inflate my ego anymore after this morning, and I?—”

“Jesus fuck,” Spike groaned, shooting Salem a dirty look. “Can you two not ?”

I shot him a sheepish smile, but Salem didn’t seem to care and towed me out of the suite, heading toward the elevator. I leaned my head on his shoulder once the doors closed. Jesse crooned at us, poking me in the side hard enough to make me jump. Salem smacked his hand away, scowling at him.

“You two are so fucking cute, it makes me want to vomit,” Jesse teased.

Salem lifted his middle finger.

Salem pressed a kiss to my neck before moving around me to come stand at my side, nodding once at an older man as he handed him his plate of food. The older lady next to me—Sandra, Samantha, Sally? I couldn’t remember her name—made an aww sound next to us that had my cheeks staining red.

These women did not care that we were famous. Instead, all they cared about was how adorable we were. My cheeks had been pinched way too much and were now sore. And if one more old lady tried to touch my boyfriend’s solid muscles one more time, I was going to flip this table of food.

“We’re almost done here,” Angela, the one in charge, announced.

“Thank fuck ,” Salem groaned under his breath, clearly annoyed.

“You two,” she said, pointing at me and Salem. “You’re free to go. We appreciate all the help you two have given us today. It’s made a world of difference.” Her smile was kind, her words ringing with honesty. Despite how annoyed I was, warmth spread through my chest at her words.

I liked knowing I made a difference. Hated that Nightwork Records was going to flaunt it all over our social media accounts, but at least I knew I didn’t do it for that.

Salem grabbed my hand and towed me out of the building. I shouted, “Bye!” over my shoulder, not wanting to be rude. It was clear that Salem did not give a fuck about rudeness.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, his fingers linking through mine as he led me along the sidewalk. “That was torture.”

“You could’ve just gone with Dalton,” I reminded him.

He shook his head. “No. You can’t handle not being without me in a new environment.

Even Jesse knows that. Fuck, everyone but Delia apparently knows that, babe.

” He stopped at the curb where our ride had been waiting all day and opened the back door of the SUV for me.

I slipped inside. “Not putting you through multiple panic attacks a day.”

I slipped my phone from my pocket, grimacing at the number of messages and calls I had from a very angry Delia.

She was furious that we’d gone and done what we wanted without her permission.

Salem took my phone from me and slipped it into his pocket before nuzzling my neck. My breath hitched in my throat.

“Raise the partition,” he told our driver without lifting his head.

It slid into place without a word from the driver, and then Salem was working open my jeans and slipping my cock out.

I moaned when his fist wrapped around my cock, my head falling against the headrest. He smirked against my neck but didn’t say a word as he began to work me, his lips sucking and biting at my skin, leaving marks and bruises all over my neck that I knew would piss Delia off.

I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d wear his marks proudly. Fuck anyone who didn’t like them.

My hips rose off the seat without my permission. Salem groaned. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my fist. Show me how badly you need to get off.”

I moaned again, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I did as he instructed, fucking my cock into his tight fist, my precum acting as lubricant.

I groaned and slid my fingers into Salem’s hair, lifting his head so I could kiss him.

He slid his tongue into my mouth, and I groaned from deep within my chest, my balls drawing up tight as his tongue slid along mine.

“Salem,” I panted into his mouth, my balls drawing up tight against my body.

“Give it to me,” he rumbled, urging me on, his hand moving faster. My hips stuttered, falling off rhythm. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot.”

I choked on air as my cum flooded into his fist. Salem kissed me again, stealing the breath from my lungs.

I finally pushed his hand away, my chest heaving.

And I watched through slitted eyes as Salem lifted his messy, cum-covered hand to his mouth and licked every bit of it off, his eyes never leaving mine as he did so.

“You’re so fucking bad for me,” I groaned, my eyes falling shut. I needed a nap. Two orgasms in one day? Fuck.

He snickered and pulled me close, his other hand fixing my jeans and boxers. “You love me.”

I sighed, a small smile tilting my lips. “I really do.”