Page 46 of Wicked Games (Silvercrest U #1)

“I think so,” I say, my eyes fluttering closed as tingles explode deep in my body. “But I still want you.”

He rolls me onto my back and throws the covers off us. I shiver as the cool morning air hits my heated skin, then shiver again as Killian lays over me. His kiss is soft and sweet, and I spread my legs so he can settle his hips between my thighs.

He gives me a few more sweet kisses, then pulls his mouth from mine and starts kissing his way down my body.

I have a vague memory of him sucking me off last night in the study room, and my already hard dick throbs at the thought of getting to feel that again.

He takes his time as he works his way south, kissing and licking my chest and pecs, my nipples, stomach, happy trail, and even my hips and the V of my Adonis belt.

I’m so worked up by the time he presses a soft kiss just to the side of my cock that I have to fist my hands in the sheets so I don’t grab his head and shove him onto my dick.

When he finally takes me into the wet heat of his mouth, my eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a moan that’s so loud it echoes in the room.

Killian might be a dick sucking newbie, but he works me over like a pro, sucking and licking and teasing as he brings me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I prop myself up on my elbows so I can watch him, and the sight of him between my legs with my dick in his mouth is so hot my balls draw up and hug my body.

He’s not just doing it to get me off, he’s enjoying it. I can tell by how he closes his eyes and the softness in his features. It’s in the little sighs and moans he makes around me and the gentle, almost loving way he’s rolling my balls in his hand.

I’m so close, but I don’t want it to end, and I fight to keep my orgasm at bay so I can enjoy his attention for just a few seconds longer.

Then Killian opens his eyes, and his heated stare locks on mine.

The depth of emotion in them is what finally tips me over the edge, and I don’t even have time to warn him before I’m coming in his mouth, my body spasming as I’m rocked with waves of pleasure.

Killian sticks with me and swallows my release, working my cock and watching me as I come for him.

When he finally pulls off me, I make weird grabby hands at him.

Smiling affectionately, he crawls back up my body and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue, and that sends another rush of pleasure through me that leaves me writhing against him as he kisses me senseless.

“Wanna suck you too,” I mumble against his mouth.

“How about we try something different?” he suggests between kisses.

“Yeah, whatever you want,” I say quickly.

He chuckles and pulls back to look down at me. His expression is tender and his eyes are full of affection, and something inside me flip-flops.

Killian shifts off me, then rolls me onto my stomach and lays over my back.

I press my face into the sheets and relax under him. I don’t even care if it hurts. I just want to feel him come again.

There’s the now familiar snick of the lube cap, but instead of slicking up my ass, he smears a good amount between my inner thighs. Before I can ask what he’s planning, he slips his dick between my thighs, then uses his legs to force mine together, creating a tight passage for his cock.

I squeeze my muscles as tight as I can, and his low groan lets me know exactly how much he likes that.

He presses a few kisses against my cheek, then he rocks his hips and slides his cock between my thighs. Even though he’s not inside me, feeling him over me like this is just as hot and intimate, and I sink into the moment and enjoy the sensation of being used.

No, not used. Enjoyed. He’s getting off, but that’s not all I am to him. Or at least that’s not what it feels like anymore.

A sour feeling settles in my stomach, but I do my best to ignore it and focus on how good it feels to have him over me like this and how much I want him to come.

He rocks over me, his pace slow and languid, and the little kisses he keeps dropping on my cheek and hair and temple help me stay in the moment and not get lost in my head.

His breathing slowly changes, going from low and measured to quick and erratic, and his pace quickly follows until he’s panting in my ear and fucking my thighs like he fucked me last night.

I reach back and grab his thighs. He makes an encouraging sound, and I dig my nails into his flesh as hard as I can.

His cry is loud and harsh as he stiffens over me, and I pull him as tight against me as I can and squeeze my thighs so tight my ass actually goes a bit numb.

He comes with another harsh cry, shaking and shuddering over me as wetness pools between my thighs and drips onto the bed.

When he’s finally done shooting, he collapses on my back and fits his mouth over the back of my neck.

He doesn’t suck hard or bite, but the constant, gentle pressure feels amazing.

We stay like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the moment, when there’s a loud knock on our door. A second later it swings open, and the twins walk in looking as fresh as daisies—and completely unbothered by the fact that Killian is naked and on top of me.

Killian also seems unbothered by this and simply presses a quick kiss against my lips, then props himself up on his forearms and looks over at them.

“Hate to interrupt snuggle time, but we’ve got updates,” Jax says as he closes the door to our room, a takeout coffee cup in one hand and a thermos tucked under his arm.

“Big ones,” Jace adds as he puts a paper bag and a bottle of something on the coffee table and flops down on the couch. “You want to put pants on or stay like that?”

I want to die of mortification, but Killian just says, “Pants,” and turns his attention back to me. “You okay?” he asks softly.

I nod, completely baffled by what’s going on.

A sexy smirk-smile tilts the corner of his lips, and I momentarily forget to be mortified. “Don’t you dare wash me off until we get home,” he says in a low voice that only I can hear. “Understood?”

“Yeah.” I give him my own little smirk-smile. “As long as you don’t even think about washing me off until we’re back home. Understood?”

He looks shocked for a second, then grins. “Understood.”

My mortification returns when Killian pulls his dick from between my thighs, but instead of leaving me exposed and naked, he slides the sheets over me, covering me before he climbs off me.

The thoughtfulness of the move, and how casually he did it, helps settle my embarrassment and makes my chest uncomfortably warm.

Clutching the sheets around me, I sit up as Killian gets out of bed and goes over to his dresser to dig out a pair of sweats. Neither he nor the twins seem bothered by his nudity, and the last of my apprehension disappears.

They obviously don’t care about any of this. Why should I?

“What did you find out?” Killian asks as he pulls a pair of sweats on.

“We had a little chat with William last night,” Jax says as he props his feet up on the coffee table.

Killian pulls a second set of sweats out of the drawer and tosses them to me.

I’m so surprised I barely manage to catch them before the bundle of material smacks into my chest. He grins and throws a box of tissues to me.

I catch it, but my face heats uncomfortably when I see the knowing grins the twins are giving me.

“Should I go?” I ask, looking between Killian and the twins.

“No,” Killian says with a little grin as he closes the dresser drawer.

“It’s about you,” Jax adds. “Don’t you think you should hear it?”

“Of course,” I blurt. “It’s just you haven’t really told me much about what’s going on. I didn’t want to assume…”

“How about you put your pants on and come check out your goodie bag?” Jace kicks the table under the bag he set on it earlier. “And we’ll tell you what we know.”

Goodie bag? I blink at Killian in confusion.

He shoots me an amused smile and heads over to the sitting area.

Instead of embarrassing myself some more, I quickly tug a few tissues free and wipe up the mess on my thighs. When I’m mostly clean, I pull on the sweats and climb out of bed. They’re a bit big on me, and I have to roll the waistband a few times to help them stay up.

Something about wearing his clothes makes me feel giddy, and I mentally chastise myself as I head over to sit with them.

I really need to stop trying to read into things and looking for deeper meanings in his actions. It’s stupid to get all gooey inside because Killian gave me a pair of his pants to wear, even if they do smell like him and make me feel safe.

“We have some answers,” Jace says as Killian settles on the settee and Jax uses his foot to slide the paper bag over to him.

“What did you learn?” Killian asks as he roots through the bag.

“That he’s a pussy whipped dumbass,” Jace says with a grin.

Killian chuckles and pulls a wrapped muffin out of the bag. “We already knew that. Is he still breathing?”

“For now,” Jace says with a smirky grin. “Let’s just say he was very willing to do whatever we requested of him after he was reintroduced to Goldie after we got to his room.” He pulls the knife out of his pocket and flips the blade out of the handle.

“I once again offered to give him a proper shave after we searched the place and his devices.” Jace shrugs and closes the blade with a quick flick of his wrist. “Can’t imagine why he didn’t take the deal.”

Killian snickers and pulls another muffin out of the bag.

Tentatively, I approach them. I know they said I should stay, but a part of me is waiting for one of them to yell ‘Sike’ and tell me to get the fuck out of the room.

“Do you actually know how to use a straight razor?” I ask when no one yells at me. “Like to shave and not just to make people shit their pants from fear?”

Jace grins at me and smooths his hand over his cheek. “Yup. Come here and feel it.” He rubs his cheek again. “Smooth as silk.”