Page 3 of Take My Love

And the guy next to me with only a thin sheet covering his bare ass is Silas Mathiesen.

My brother’s best friend.

Someone I kissed a year ago on a dare that I’d wanted to kiss since I was twelve.

It’s embarrassing how long I’ve had a crush on someone I know I can’t have, which is why I keep putting myself out there to get over him but haven’t had any luck.

Inching down the bed and falling off the mattress like a clumsy sniper, I crawl to the offending noise and quickly silence it.

I set my alarm before the ceremony so I gave myself enough time to shower and get ready for the farewell brunch. Mrs. Callaway made it clear to the wedding party we were to attend before the out of town guests leave and the newlyweds go on their honeymoon.

But with my current situation of being in my brother’s best friend’s hotel room, naked and hungover, I consider skipping it.

Unfortunately, it’ll be suspicious if I don’t show up, and I don’t need my parents or siblings to come looking for me, so I suck it up.

Grabbing my dress and heels, I tiptoe to the bathroom. Memories flash of the seductive way he lowered my zipper and pressed his soft lips to the nape of my neck as it pooled to my feet. I was left in only my panties since the gown has a built-in bra.

He slowly licked his bottom lip while his gaze flooded with heat, lapping over my bare skin as if he couldn’t wait to touch and taste every inch of me.

It was the first time being exposed to a man and not feeling insecure or self-conscious.

When I look in the mirror, my face is flushed and hair is matted from his fingers tangling throughit all night. My chest rises and falls in quick breaths as I try to steady my racing thoughts of what we did.

My body’s sore in a way I’ve never felt before. A delicious ache between my thighs that reminds me how big he felt and how deep he was inside me. He stretched me in a way I’ve never experienced but he went slow and gentle so it didn’t hurt as much as I was expecting.

Once I could take all of him, he continued his tender movements and kissed me in between. Down my neck and between my shoulder, leaving a small purple bruise where he sucked a little too long.

His hands felt incredible on me too.

So big and firm, he palmed my ass to bring my hips closer to his, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. Then he palmed my breasts and played with the nipples before sucking them into his mouth.

Every touch and kiss set my body on fire.

We stumbled a bit at first, both tipsy from the open bar, but once we found our groove and pacing, it was the best and most surreal moment of my life.

One I’d like to repeat over and over, but until we can talk about what this means, I don’t know if it meant as much to him as it did to me.

Silas is a good-looking guy, but he doesn’t date much.

He was the nerdy kid in high school, but that’s what I liked about him. Even when he teased me, I secretly liked the attention.

But then things changed when my boyfriend, Calvin, picked me up for prom and Silas punched him so hard, he broke my date’s nose.

I spent my senior prom night at the ER with Calvin and then he never talked to me again after that.

Silas’s explanation was that Calvin told the entire baseball team he was gonna pop my cherry in the bed of his truck that night and then add me to the team’s sex ranking chart, which is as disgusting as it sounds. I don’t know where Silas heard that from or who, but he picked the worst fucking time to do something about it.

Silas and I didn’t talk again until last summer when my friends pressured him to join our bonfire and then dared me to kiss him. Feeling tipsy and bold, I straddled his lap and did what I’d wanted to do for years. But then we never talked about it and I assumed it meant nothing to him.

Which seems to be the story of my pathetic dating life.

I can’t keep a guy interested in me longer than a few months before they give me the “it’s not you, it’s me” bullshit speech.

That’s if I get one at all.

Between that and being ghosted, I’m starting to wonder if I should give up dating until I’m thirty.

But after the mind-blowing orgasm Silas gave me, I’m not sure I want to wait years to experience that again. This time, we’re going to talk about it because I know last night meant something to him, too.