Page 106 of Take My Love
Instead of arguing with me like I expect, Silas crosses his arms and an amused smile spreads across his face.
“You’d be a lot more convincin’ if you weren’t squeezin’ your thighs together like you’re replayin’ last night in your head.”
God, I hate when he reads me so well.
I start to argue but something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye.
“Teddy!” I squeal, pushing Silas out of my way so I can quickly pick him up before he runs off again.
“Um…an excuse me would’ve worked just fine,” Silas mumbles behind me. “And oh yay, the rat’s back.”
I pick up Teddy and nuzzle him with my face. “Where did you go? Are you okay?”
“He looks fine to me,” Silas says.
Petting him, I feel his little ribs. “Aww…he’s skin and bones. Look!”
I shove Teddy into Silas’s chest, but he quickly holds up his hands and stumbles backward.
“Nooo…I’m good.”
I scowl at him acting like a wimp.
“It’s okay, Teddy. Mama’ll take care of you.” As I walk toward my room, memories of Silas calling memamaflood my mind.
No guy’s ever said that to me before, and I had no idea it’d make me absolutely feral in the moment. Silas didn’t hold back and worked my body better than anyone I’ve been with before.
And worse, he knows it too.
I never considered I had any preferences in the bedroom besides the desire to actually finish, but he’s proved there’s a whole other side to me I hadn’t realized until now.
We have insane chemistry, and I fully trust him to make me feel good, but I’m still not a hundred percent convinced he won’t break my heart a second time.
Once I get Teddy back in his cage and refill his food and water, I go to the kitchen to drink my coffee.
“All good now?”
“Yep, safe and secure. Even put a couple books on top of his cage so he doesn’t get out again.”
Silas stifles a laugh. “Marjorie opens cabinet doors and powers off phones. I hardly think that’ll deter her from gettin’ him out again if she wanted.”
I blow out a frustrated breath because he’s right. “Whaddya suggest then?”
“Get a snake and let Teddy be his snack.”
“Silas!” I smack his arm, and he cackles trying to get away. “Gonna feed you to a snake instead.”
“But then who’d be ’round to give you hickeys?” He waggles his brows, clearly proud of his comeback.
“I’m sure Jackson wouldn’t mind givin’ me a hand.”
He snorts. “He’s too busy jerkin’ off to his sister.”
I roll my eyes because I still don’t believe it, but I certainly didn’t need that image in my head.
“Let’s go, we’re gonna be late.” I grab my bag and we walk out to the truck.
Except before he gets in, he pulls out a cowboy hat from the back and places it on his head.
