Page 19 of Betting Blind

He jerks hard and moves to tangle his fingers in my hair, but I stop him by lacing my fingers through his. Nothing would be worse than losing a wig mid-blowjob. His fingers tighten around mine and he moans as I take him deep into my throat once more. My stomach clenches and wetness pools at my core as I listen to him fall apart above me. There’s just something about the sound of a man’s deep moan that nearly sends me into a tizzy every damn time.

Silas thrusts his hips hard, his cock sliding punishingly between my lips. Once. Twice. He stills on the third and I feel him tense, his release sliding down the back of my throat inheavy spurts. I pull back when I stop feeling him throb against my tongue and sit back on my heels.

His blue eyes meet mine and I note a small blush coloring his cheeks. Without breaking eye contact I swallow everything he left in my mouth and slowly lick my lips, cleaning off the drops that leaked out. “There. Now I’ve paid my debt.” I stand, adjust my dress, and place my palm on his chest. I can still feel the rapid beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest as he takes deep breaths to steady himself.

“Fucking Hell,” he curses and tucks his cock back into his pants. “We should go.” I nod in agreement, and we slip out of the bathroom and into the dark hallway. Most of the chaos has subsided at this point, but there are more security details floating around. I take his hand and tug him through the back door and into the back lot where the employees park.

“Thanks for a good time. Sorry about all that.” I gesture behind us as we walk to where I tucked my bike beside the ugly green dumpster.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” Silas admits and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Thanks for the invite. Maybe next time, though, we could just do dinner or a movie.” His smile is shy but sincere. The confident Silas is gone again, leaving the soft Silas in his wake.

“Are you asking me out, Silas?” I turn on him with my helmet tucked under my arm and my hip cocked to the side.

“That’s yours?” he asks instead of answering, eyeing my bike with interest.

“It is. My personal death machine. Not what you expected?”

“Not at all.” His smile widens, his white teeth flashing in the pale moonlight. “Mine’s over there.” He gestures to a bikeparked across the lot. “I guess this means I can’t convince you to backpack?”

“Not a chance!” I laugh and shake out my hair before tying it back in a loose ponytail. “So… next time?”

Silas turns back to face me and takes a step forward, invading my space. His hands settle on my hips, and he pulls me flush against him. “Next time,” he whispers, and his lips meet mine in a slow kiss, no doubt tasting himself on my tongue. It isn’t full of the fire and lust from earlier, but it is still heavy and strong. I wrap my arms around his neck, my helmet thumping him in the back, and moan into the kiss before I can stop myself. Damn. I’m still so worked up that I could probably get off with a single touch at this point.

His hands tighten and his tongue brushes against mine in a battle for dominance, but mine wins out in the end. I pull back, breathless, and we rest our foreheads together. “Damn,” he sighs.

“Coraline,” I whisper and close my eyes, taking a leap off the edge of the cliff that I have been teetering on for the last few minutes. He blinks down at me in confusion. “The ‘C’ stands for Coraline.” I disengage from his embrace, pull on my helmet, and mount my bike.

“ECP,” he mutters and runs a hand through his already tousled hair. “You’re going to be the death of me.” I hear him say before I crank my engine and peel out of the lot without another glance.

If I’m not careful, he could also very well be the death of me.

Chapter 12

Hayden

I wrap my hands around a porcelain mug of coffee, letting the steam cloud my vision and the heat seep into my palms. It is indeed the middle of the night, but caffeine and I have an arrangement that it doesn’t bother me, and I indulge in it rarely. My eyes shift to the door as it eases open slowly and Silas slips inside. Even in the darkness, I can see the wild look in his eyes.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when I set my mug down with a soft clink on the granite. “Late night drive?” I ask and lean back in the barstool, arms folded across my chest.

He squints to see me in the low light. “Something like that,” he says softly and drops his bike keys into the communal bowl of shit on the counter. “Why are you awake?”

“I can’t sleep. We have a meeting in the morning with Tobias Emerson and I’ve been researching the layout of the office building, The Black Crown, and a few other properties that are tied to him.” I roll my shoulders and stretch my back until I hear my spine pop twice. “I’m just giving my eyes a break before I jump back in.”

Silas narrows his eyes at me and braces his hands on the counter, fingers spread wide on the cold granite. “You’ve been researching,” he says pointedly, and I nod once and look away, trying not to squirm under his gaze. “That’s a very professional way of saying that you’re stalking Emelia.”

I clench my jaw and look down at my fingers still wrapped around the mug of coffee. “The meeting is at nine. You need to be prepared. Declan is throwing you into action whether you’re ready or not, despite what I want.”

He stops at the chair to my right and grabs a banana out of the bowl in the middle of the island. “What is it that you want, Hayden?” he asks in a low voice. His deep timbre takes me by surprise, and I look at him sharply.

My words die on my tongue as I take in his confident stance. His shoulders are squared, his head held high, chin upturned, blue eyes sharp, and I’m at a loss to retort sarcastically. I’ve only seen this side of Silas a few times, and I’m not used to the loud confidence that seems to be coming off of him in waves. His eyebrow arches and he peels the banana slowly before taking a bite, giving me time to answer his question.

“I don’t…” My voice trails off as I watch him take another bite without breaking eye contact. My heart rate skyrockets, and my mouth goes dry. What the actual fuck is wrong with me? I look away quickly and shift restlessly in my seat. I can’t tell if I’m more uncomfortable with the interaction or with the fact that my joggers now feel too tight. It also feels like the thermostat is malfunctioning and it is eighty degrees in this room right now. For fucks sake I need to get a grip. I need to find this girl and get my head screwed on straight.

Silas drops his eyes to my lap for a brief second before finishing the rest of his banana in one bite and tossing the peelin the trash. “I’ll be ready,” he says confidently, and I note the extra swagger in his walk as he heads for the hallway.

“What’s with you?” I call after him. “You act like you got your dick wet or something.”

“I did,” he chuckles and turns his face so I can see his profile. “Best blowjob of my life.” He winks and disappears into the shadows before I can respond.

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