Page 71 of Addicted to You
“You sure you’re ready?” he asked, ripping open the box of condoms and pulling out a foil packet.
“Yes.” My cock was leaking pre-cum onto the comforter below, and I was desperate to stroke myself, but I wanted to wait until he was inside me.
The bed dipped as he positioned himself behind me, and soon I felt the head of his dick pressing against my hole.
“Tell me if you need me to stop.” He pushed forward.
The stretch was more intense than when he’d used his fingers, but I breathed through it and focused on allowing him to sink deeper.
When he was fully seated, he paused and trailed his hands up and down my sides. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Move, please,” I urged. “I want to feel you.”
He started with slow, shallow thrusts that felt like the best type of torture, but I wanted more.
“Harder,” I begged. “Give me more.”
He gripped my hips and picked up the pace, hitting that perfect spot again. I reached down and fisted my cock, stroking it in time with his movements.
“Fuck! I’m so close,” I shouted, not caring if the people in the rooms on either side of us could hear.
“Me too, baby,” he growled.
My orgasm ripped through me, and with a loud moan, I exploded all over my hand.
A second later, Cash groaned in my ear. “I’m coming too.”
Neither of us moved as we both attempted to catch our breath. Then Cash pulled out slowly and went to deal with the condom.
I followed him to the bathroom and reached past him to turn on the water. As steam filled the small room, I tugged him closer. “Looks like I need another shower, but this time, you can wash my back.”
28
CASH
I staredat Silas as he lay next to me, his breathing slow since he was sound asleep. Our alarm had yet to go off and once it did, we would be getting a quick breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant before heading to Colorado. I hated to think about what was coming, since after Denver the next stop would be Texas, first Dallas and then Austin. While I was going to enjoy being back in my home state, it also meant the days andnightswith Silas would be ending. Professionally, I knew what I needed to do, but it hurt to think about what was going to happen once our contract was over after the Austin show.
The morning after, I’d fly to Boston and have a few days to grab my things from Britt’s before starting another six-week job with a new client. I’d already rented a storage unit for my things, but other than that, I had no plan once I returned to Massachusetts. My job required me to live with my clients, which gave me time to figure out my next move, but did I even want to stay in Boston? I’d moved there because of Britt, and now there was nothing tying me to the city. And after mysix weeks with Silas were over, what would become of us? He would continue with the tour and I’d be devoting my time to another client.
But Silas wasn’t justanotherclient. He wasn’t one I could shake hands with, wish well, and move on from.
No, Silas Hale was the first person who made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. He was someone I knew I shouldn’t cross that line with, but at the same time, he was someone I craved.
It wasn’t just about the way he kissed me, or the way he touched me, or even the way he felt beneath me. It was deeper than that. It was the way he looked at me, like I was something more than just the guy keeping him sober. The way he let me see him—really see him beneath the rock star exterior—when he wasn’t putting on a show for the world. The way he trusted me with the parts of himself he tried so damn hard to hide.
I ran a hand down my face, exhaling slowly. I’d had sex with a man. Withhim. With my client. With my ex’s brother. And it hadn’t felt strange or wrong or like something I needed to justify. It had feltright—natural, even—in a way that should’ve scared the hell out of me, but all I felt was the dull ache of knowing it was already slipping away.
I’d spent my whole life believing I was straight, never questioning it, never wondering if there was something more. And maybe it had just been easier that way. Easier to never let myself think about it, easier not to consider what it would mean to want something different. But it was impossible to ignore now. Not after last night. Not with the way I felt about him.
Not after I started falling for him.
Silas shifted beside me. I stayed still, staring at the ceiling, my body exhausted but my mind too restless to shut off. I should’ve been sleeping while I still had the chance, but instead, all I could think about was the fact that in six days, I’d be gone.
How was I supposed to go back to a life where he wasn’t in it every day? I’d always known this was temporary, that myjob had an expiration date, but last night had changed everything and I didn’t want to leave.
I glanced at him. The sheets barely covered his waist and my mouth watered at the sight of his rippled stomach. I wanted to reach out, to smooth my fingers over his skin and pull him closer. To pretend we had more time.
But time wasn’t on our side, and I didn’t know how I was supposed to walk away.
