Page 159 of Right Man, Right Time
“I could see that in him. I can also see that in the bite marks all over your neck.”
I press my hand to my neck. “Things got a little out of hand last night.”
“Everyone on campus can see that.”
“Do you have any bite marks?” I ask.
“No, but Ian loved smacking my ass last night, so that’s a touch sore.”
I reach across the table and take Ross’s hand in mine. “Oh my God, Silas did that to me. I’ve never been spanked before, and I swear to you, I almost came when he did it the first time.”
“Really? I had to get used to it, but once I did, I really enjoyed how he slapped it and then soothed his hand over where he smacked me.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “How did we get so lucky? Doesn’t it feel weird that everything is falling into place for us?”
“It does. I feel like something is brewing that can’t be good.”
“Or you can think about it like we’ve earned this in life,” I say, trying to find the positive in all of this. “Just because things are going right, doesn’t mean they’re going to go wrong.”
“I know, but my dating life has been tragic at best,” Ross says. “And yours has too. Yonny was anything but a good boyfriend. He was terrible, and then you randomly kiss some guy in a bar, and he happens to be the sex god you’ve always dreamed of? Doesn’t that feel like too good to be true?”
“A bit,” I say, thinking about it. “But I think Silas and I were supposed to meet each other. Was it a risk just randomly kissing him so I could prove Candace wrong and shove it in her face? Of course. But it feels like we were meant to meet that night. He helped me feel confident and beautiful again, while I helped him find value in himself after being cheat—uh . . .” I glance away. Fuck. “I mean, after he and his ex broke up.”
Ross pauses and studies me. “What were you going to say?” I roll my lips together, mentally cursing myself. “Were you going to say Silas was cheated on?”
Panic eclipses me. “No, he, uh . . . they just broke up. That’s it. I wasn’t going to say cheated.” As if my panic is believable. God, how could I have said that out loud? So casually? I swore to him I would never say anything, and here I am, almost dropping the bomb. What the hell is wrong with me?
Absolute betrayal. Tears fill my eyes as my throat grows tight.
Ross notices my panic and reaches across the table to take my hand. “I won’t say anything, I swear on my life, Ollie.”
I nod, believing him, but still hating myself. “Okay . . .”
He squeezes my hand. “I promise.”
“Thank you,” I reply solemnly.
“Hey.” He squeezes my hand again. “It’s going to be okay. You two were meant to find each other. I know it.” I nod as a tear slips down my cheek. “Don’t be upset.”
I swipe my cheek. “I swore I wouldn’t say anything.” I take a deep breath and pick up a napkin to blot my eyes. “God, I’m an idiot.”
“It’s okay, Ollie. Hey, how about we talk about something else? How’s the article?”
Yeah, let’s talk about anything other than the betrayal that caused Silas to close off his heart.
“Good,” I answer, shaking the panic from my voice. “I’m almost done. I have a few finishing touches, but I really hope Roberts likes it. I dove into the daily life of a hockey player, what they deal with, their commitments, and I even touched upon the Agitators organization. How they protect their players at all costs, and how the players are held to higher standards. But it’s why they’re champions. I really hope it’s what Roberts is looking for.”
“I’m not sure it’s what he’ll be looking for exactly, but I also believe it will be captivating and he’ll let it slide.”
“I hope so,” I say. “I really worked hard on it.”
“Did you let Silas read it?”
“Yes, he read it this morning and approved. Then he went down on me.”
Ross chuckles. “That man loves pussy, doesn’t he?”
I laugh and nod, feeling a touch better. I know I can count on Ross. I’m glad it was him I slipped up to and not someone else. “He does. And I love that he loves it so much.”
