Page 2 of Silent Truths

Richard nodded and stood. “My personal contact info is on that card,” he said, gesturing to the table. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

With that, he left the room. I sagged back against Salem. Dalton pulled out his phone, but I could see the excitement in his eyes—in all our eyes.

Dalton would have made it without us. I knew that. His parents had connections, but he’d decided to slum it with us. And because he’d decided to work from the ground up with us, we had other adults to rely on—adults with money who could afford attorneys to look over paperwork so we didn’t accidentally sign our lives away.

We were getting our big break, and fuck… that felt good. It felt fucking incredible.

We were finally going to leave this shit hole, and we would never have to look back.

We shook hands with Richard and his attorney, and I was praying neither of them noticed how clammy my hands were. I’d barely been able to sign my name on the proper lines since I was shaking so badly. I was nervous as hell, and the only thing that had held off a panic attack was Salem’s strong grip on my thigh beneath the table.

“Your new manager, Delia, will reach out to you all to set up a meeting, and from there, you’ll meet your publicist,” Richard informed us. “I look forward to your success.”

We were really fucking doing this. Advances had been transferred to each of our bank accounts while we were signing the paperwork, and I didn’t even want to look at mine—not if the choking sound Spike had just made was anything to go by.

“I say we go get fucking drunk,” Kalin said as he slung an arm around Spike’s shoulder. Kalin was almost six and a half feet tall, but his frame was wiry. Didn’t matter how much he ate—he never gained weight.

I looked at Salem. Salem chuckled and nodded. “I’m down.” His deep voice sent shivers down my spine—never failed to. I could listen to him talk all day and never get tired of hearing it. “You in?” he asked me.

I grinned. “Let’s get shit-faced.” Salem grinned back at me and knocked his forehead lightly against mine.

“Fuck yeah!” Jesse whooped and jumped on Dalton’s back, who grunted but wrapped his fingers beneath Jesse’s thighs. Jesse shoved his fist out in front of him. “Let’s go!”

I speared my fingers into Salem’s hair, our lips moving together in perfect sync. A moan slipped from my throat as he ground his cock against mine, slamming my body back against the closed door behind us. My breaths sawed from my lungs as he worked his tongue and lips down my neck before gently sinking his teeth into my skin, sucking hard.

I whined and pushed at his leather jacket, needing it off. Needing to feel his skin beneath my fingers. He let it drop to the floor before yanking my shirt over my head. Our lips met hungrily again, heat exploding between us. Burning us to pieces.

I had no idea what we were doing. We were both drunk as fuck. One moment we’d been dancing, and the next, he had me in the bar bathroom, both of us tearing at each other’s clothes, not giving a fuck that we were stopping people from using the bathroom.

“Fuck,” Salem rasped, his blunt nails raking down my chest, leaving red lines in their wake. I tugged his mouth back to mine before fumbling with his skinny jeans, trying to tug them down enough that his cock could be freed.

How many damn years had I dreamed of having Salem like this? How many fucking times had I gotten off to thoughts of him?

How many damn seconds had I spent pining after my fucking best friend?

“Christ,” Salem groaned into my mouth as I wrapped my fist around him. He shoved my jeans down just enough to free me, and then he batted my hand away.

“Salem,” I moaned when he slotted our cocks together and wrapped his long fingers around them, the heavy, thick, steel rings around his fingers creating a sensation I was unfamiliar with but was quickly loving.

“I know,” Salem growled, kissing me again. His other hand laced into my hair as I fucked into his fist, sliding my dick along his, my eyes rolling back in my head at how incredible it felt to rut against him. “You feel so goddamn good, Tor.”

I whined, my balls already drawing up tight against my body. My breaths panted across his lips, and I opened my eyes, locking them on his dark ones. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before gently biting on it, our gazes still locked. My heart flipped over in my chest, and I came undone, crying out his name. My back bowed away from the wall, my silver eyes rolling back in my head. Salem kissed me again, his tongue tangling with mine before he spilled over into his fist, too.

Someone banged on the bathroom door, and I jumped in surprise. “Security!” the man shouted. “Out—now!”

Salem jerked as if he’d been slapped and stepped back from me before quickly walking over to the sinks, not casting me another glance as he began to wash his hands. My fingers were clumsy as I righted my jeans, and when Salem opened the door, I forced a smile to my lips all while my heart began breaking into tiny little pieces inside of my chest.

Suddenly, I was glaringly sober… and my best friend was rushing ahead of me, leaving me behind.

What the fuck had we just done?

Everything was fucked up. The moment we’d stumbled out of that club bathroom a week ago, Dalton had known what had transpired between me and Salem. He’d known with one fucking look. And now, it was clear the other guys knew as well.

And Salem… he was pretending like it had never happened. In fact, he was acting as if we weren’t even fucking best friends. As if we hadn’t spent almost every waking moment of our lives together.

I was spiraling. He wouldn’t talk to me. He continuously gave me the cold shoulder. And instead of us sharing a bed like we’d done since we got this place with our friends, like we’d done so many times before when I didn’t want to be alone, he now slept on the couch in the living room.

I didn’t know what the fuck to do. I was losing my anchor all because of a drunken mistake. I should have put a stop to it before it went that far, but I’d thought that maybe things were changing. That maybe Salem returned my feelings. Sure, we’d both been drunk, but didn’t drunk people speak sober thoughts?

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