Page 63 of True Honey (The Hornets Nest #4)

EPILOGUE

SHORE

“ D rop a little on the left,” I said, pointing to the wall.

Silas had gifted me a painting of the New York skyline for our wedding anniversary.

It was massive and looked just like the view from the hotel we had stayed in the last time we were there.

Arlo and Silas stepped back from it and stared with their heads cocked sideways. “It’s still crooked.”

“I told you we need the human level,” Arlo snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Van has his final exams today, we just have to figure it out.” Silas shrugged, making his best friend growl something under his breath.

“I have a better idea,” Cael said from the doorway.

We all turned to look at him, leaning there in a baby-pink cropped t-shirt and a pair of jeans. His hair was growing out again and there were streaks of blonde that had lightened from the sun.

“We go get dinner and hire someone to hang that monstrosity,” he suggested.

“You mean, I take you all for dinner and pay for all of that…” Silas sighed, his hair was longer too, it curled at the edges and the gray was more prominent now behind his ears and in the base of his beard.

He stretched in his tight black long sleeve, and it raised against his stomach showing off my second favorite part of his body.

They had been doing odd jobs around the new house all day.

It was weird not to live at the Nest after being there for almost a year and Silas was adjusting decently but we wanted a space that was ours.

It wasn’t fancy or oversized, made just for the three of us.

Close to the high school and the stadium.

It helped that we hadn’t been left alone in a week, the team was helping us move and it was an open-door policy.

I was starting to think that Silas set no boundaries on purpose because he didn’t know how to be without them.

Our living room was a mess with blankets and sleeping bags after their three day camp out on the floor.

The back of Silas’s neck was dripping in sweat that pooled down between his shoulder blades and showed off the edges of all his strong muscles. I licked my bottom lip to keep from biting it at the sight of him.

I pressed my face into my hand, hiding the blush that spread across my cheeks as I sat on the edge of the bed. Silas eyed me and raised his eyebrow, a smirk growing on his face while Cael complained that he was being a fun vampire.

“On second thought, my card is on the counter. Treat the team to something nice, go all the way to Lorette…” he said, never taking his eyes off me. “Take your time.”

“And take Auggie,” I added quickly as Cael spun out of the door frame with a victorious yell.

“You’re both disgusting,” Arlo grumbled. “Use protection.”

Silas chucked his work gloves at Arlo as he wandered out of the room.

I leaned back on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows.

“We’ve haven’t been alone since they all came home from Pittsburgh, that was six days ago Silas Shore,” I said, my voice lacking patience. “Please use your time wisely.”

“I plan to.” He stripped from the sweaty shirt and threw it aside.

“Thank-you,” I giggled as he came toward me.

I scooted back on the bed using my feet to push me but he grabbed my ankle, tugging me back to him for a hungry kiss.

His lips were demanding as he pushed my legs apart with his kneel, positioning himself between them.

He unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing slowly, peppering kisses down my neck and chest. His hand palmed my breast, bringing it to his mouth to suck the soft skin of one, and then the other.

It was slow and torturous.

“I know I’ve seen you every day this week but I missed you,” I whispered, roughly pushing my hands into his hair.

Silas chuckled against my skin, his hands moving to my waist. He slipped the pants from my hips, ridding me of both them and the underwear in a quick, gentle movement.

“Enough talking, let me remind you why you missed me so much.” He smirked, his hands moving to my thighs. Without warning he flipped me to my stomach, a tiny yelp leaving my lips as his hand came across my ass.

“I can manage that,” I said lazily, rubbing my hands in a wide circle on the mattress until they were tangled into the fabric above my head.

Silas unbuttoned his jeans, the sound of them falling open making my body tense as I waited patiently. He ran a hand over my ass cheek before spreading it apart and pressing his face between them, licking me in one long, deep stripe from behind.

“I love this view,” he murmured, his teeth finding skin and sinking in deep enough to make my hips rise off the bed toward him.

All his marks from the week before had faded and now that he had started, there was no stopping him until he had his fill.

Silas bit down harder, marking my ass again.

His hands gripped my hips tightly as he moved back to my center, licking and sucking at my clit.

He was eating me out with a hunger that matched his earlier promise.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he breathed out, tickling the sensitive area without even trying.

My fingers dug into the sheets, unable to stay still as his tongue worked in firm circles that wound the cord inside my core tight.

My body tensed and without warning he plunged two fingers inside and began to pump them back and forth while his other hand reached around to rub my clit in rough circles.

Determined to make me come undone before we even got started.

“Come on, Baby.” He encouraged.

My hips lifted at his words, my knees rising and digging into the mattress to keep me from shaking as he worked the orgasm from me relentlessly.

As I came he didn’t stop, his fingers continued to work inside of me pressing against that sensitive g-spot perfectly.

He added a third finger, stretching me wider as my juices coated his hand and dripped down my thighs.

I practically collapsed against the bed when it rolled through me, my body completely wracked with pleasure. Silas’s tongue licked a long strip up my thigh cleaning the skin, ending with a line of kisses over the curve of my ass.

He positioned himself behind me, his cock pressing against my still sensitive core.

He didn’t give me a moment to recover, thrusting inside of me in one hard stroke.

Three months after our courtroom wedding, Silas had gone out and gotten a vasectomy.

We had talked for a long time about the effect it would have on me to go through that again.

And he didn’t care as long as I was sure.

He booked the appointment the next day claiming that he had enough kids to look after and all he really wanted to do was and I quote, stuffed completely full of him, ‘I want to fuck my wife raw. ’And boy, did Silas Shore know how to keep a promise.

“God, I’m spoiled,” I said out loud as he began to fuck me relentless, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the bed creaking under the weight of his blows filled the room. With everyone gone there was no reason we had to be quiet and fuck it was incredible.

“Look at me,” he demanded, hooking one of my arms behind my back, changing the angle and hitting me even deeper as I turned my face to look at him over my shoulder.

Silas’s jaw was clenched, his eyes locked on mine.

He wanted to see my face, always watching to make sure I was there with him even after all this time.

His hand wrapped around my hip, pulling me back onto his impressive length with each thrust. “ Keep looking at me, Drew.” He demanded, his voice strained and breathless.

As we grew closer to the edge his hand reached out and he pulled me back into his lap. His chest against my back as he guided me up and down his shaft. His hand pressed flat to my lower stomach, applying just the right amount of pressure.

I collapsed against him, swearing under my breath as I rested my head on his shoulder and cried his name to the ceiling. I could feel him in my fucking stomach when he did that with his hand and he knew exactly what he was doing.

His mouth found my shoulder and his smirk grew against my skin before he sank his teeth into the untouched surface.

Silas continued to control my movement, pushing me down onto his cock harder and faster.

His hand stayed possessively pressed against me as I came apart completely, nothing more than a trembling mess in his arms.

“Like riding a bike.” He teased.

“It’s only been six—” my words were cut off by a long moan when his hand found my clit.

“That’s it baby,” He said in a smug voice.

He bit into my shoulder harder, leaving another delicious mark that he soothed with his tongue immediately after.

Silas’s hips moved faster and I clenched around him as the orgasm started to flood up from my core, “tell me just how much you missed my dick,” he purred.

I could feel how close he was with every thrust, his muscles contracting tightly against my back.

The bed buckled beneath us dangerously but Silas never stopped.

His breathing was ragged against my neck, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

The bed creaked loudly with each snapping thrust, the frame threatening to give out but Silas was too far gone, completely consumed.

His need to claim me completely clouding his common sense.

“So much,” I coaxed him faster, holding on tighter.

With a deep growl that vibrated from the base of his throat he wrapped a strong arm around my waist to keep me in place. His other hand moved from my clit and gripped my hip pulling me back onto him forcefully with each thrust. The entire bed was shaking now, the head slamming against the wall.

I fell over the edge first but Silas was frantic to follow.

I came completely undone around his cock and he lost all control.

He hammered into me wildly, chasing his release.

He buried his face in my neck fucking me through my orgasm.

His movements became even more aggressive as he finally spilled out, emptying himself inside of me.

The bed gave out with a loud, echoing crack, collapsing lopsided beneath us.

“Silas!” I yelled in breathless laughter, slipping forward on the newly created slope .

Silas caught me around the waist before I could slide off completely, pressing kisses to my sweat-slicked back. He was still inside of me, tensing with aftershocks. The collapsed bed frame lay in tatters as we tried to catch our breath.

“I’ve got you…” he purred, pressing a kiss to the tiny bruise on my shoulder.

“How do we uh…get out?” I said quietly, my heart racing.

He chuckled softly, still breathing heavily. His arms tightened around me as he gently shifted, trying to ease out without collapsing further into what remained of the bed frame. “Carefully,” he murmured against my skin. “Don’t move too fast.”

Once free of him, I turned slowly in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. He kissed me gently and carefully lifted me up, staying in the center of the bed as he stood.

He carried me carefully out the bed, his arms securely around me as he stepped over the cracked frame.

He nuzzled another kiss to the side of my head before setting me on the ground with shaky legs.

“Well, that was… unexpected,” he said with an amused smile.

“I can’t believe we broke the bed.” I looked over the damage and then up to Silas with concern but he didn’t seem to find the problem. He was ecstatic with himself.

He grinned proudly, completely unfazed by the destruction he caused. In fact, he looked pleased with himself. “I broke the bed fucking you,” he stated and crossed his arms over his chest as he admired the damage.

“You would be proud of yourself.” I pressed my flushed face against his sweaty bicep and closed my eyes.

Silas laughed gently, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

His arms shifted to wrap around me. “I am very proud of myself,” he grinned ear to ear against my hair.

“Hey,” he whispered and tilted my chin up to rest on his chest. He admired me with those soft gray eyes and I could have melted into him right there and then. “We needed a new one anyway.”