Page 11 of Glorious Ruin
Could I do it here? Would I be able to find a ring in San Juan before we got on that plane? It felt insane.Reckless. But the urge to drag him to the courthouse in Old San Juan and sign the papers before the sun went down was clawing at my throat. I didn't want to leave this island as his boyfriend. I wanted to leave as the husband I should have been years ago.
“We can’t change the seven years, Cal.” Silas’s whisper pulled me out of my planning spiral. His voice was gaining back its strength, a new resolve settling in his eyes. “But wecandecide what happens next.”
He stepped close to me, and rested his forehead against mine. We stood there for a long moment, finding our footing in the silence together until his breath fanned across my lips. “After Sunday, we have the week off. We’re going home.”
“Yeah,” I breathed, my mind still stuck on Tuesday.I have three days. I can make this happen.
“Why don’t we take the week?” he whispered and swallowed hard. A nervous but fiercely brave light in his eyes.“To decide if we’re ready for that step. If we’re ready for the world to know.”
My heart stopped. Silas wasn't just talking about coming out. He was talking aboutus. About finally starting the life I just admitted we should have had years ago.
“You’d do that?You’d risk it all?”
“For you?” Silas’s eyes shined with a fierce devotion. “Cal, I’d burn the whole company down for you. I’m done wasting time.”
A massive, overwhelming wave of love crashed over me. Intense enough that it bordered on violent. I no longer wanted to talk. I needed to ground him completely in the moment, to claim him.
I am going to marry him.
The promise settled deep in my bones as I memorized every inch of his face, even more determined to put a ring on his finger the second we got home.But right now, I needed to remind him exactly who he belonged to.
I flipped the dynamic instantly. In a single smooth motion, I grabbed his wrists, twisted my hips, and slammed him back against the wall. The impact knocked the wind straight from his lungs. I stepped fully into his space, my thigh parting his legs, pinning him in place.
“Cal—” Silas gasped. His eyes flew open wide at the sudden dominant shift.
“You think she has anything over you?” I growled, my fingers wrapping around his neck. “You think I’m looking at others and wishing you were different?”
“No,” Silas breathed. The submission he had been craving all day instantly flared to life.
“I don't want women, Silas,” I said in a low, punishing tone. “I never fucking did. I want you. I want your heavy hands, your muscles. You belong to me. Now, get on your knees.”
Silas let out a ragged, desperate breath as he slid down, dropping to his knees right between my legs. He looked up at me with a dark worship gleaming from his eyes.
“Show me,” I ordered, “Show me what nobody else could ever do for me.”
Silas’s hands moved swiftly to the waistband of my trunks. He pulled them down, allowing my semi-hard cock to spring free as his hot breath grazed my skin. There was no hesitation, he leaned forward and took me desperately to the back of his throat.
I threw my head back. Harsh, filthy curses ripped from my throat. The wet, scalding heat of his mouth around me sent a blinding shockwave straight to my spine. My hands tangled violently in his hair, holding him in place as he ravaged me. Devastatingly sloppy, wet sounds filled the quiet hotel room as he sucked eagerly, creating a rhythm of devotion as he swirled his tongue over my swollen head. “Fuck, baby,” I groaned, thrusting my hips forward, chasing the incredible sensation. “Take it.”
A muffled, needy sound rumbled from Silas’s chest as his large hands gripped my hips. It was punishingly tight, enough to leave bruises, as he swallowed me down to the hilt. His nose pressed into my pubic bone, and a line of drool slipped from his lips as he gagged. His full submission in sound form. I guided his head, setting a ruthless, demanding pace. Every agonizing slide of his mouth pulled me closer to the edge. The pressure continued to build to a blinding peak, my hips bucking forward as he brought me to my breaking point.
“Silas,” I choked out, a warning and a plea. “I’m going to—”
The heavy pop of his mouth leaving my cock echoed through the quiet room. A long string of saliva still connected his lips to my head. I gasped, my body going completely rigid. The sudden, sharp loss of his mouth bordered on physical torture.
Silas looked up at me. His lips wet and swollen, his chest heaving. The insecurity I had seen before was completely gone, replaced by a dark, possessive, brat. His large hand wrapped around the base of my now slick shaft, his thumb lightly stroking the pulsing vein, but he didn't take me back into his mouth.
“Not yet,” he taunted.
“Silas,” I growled. My entire body hummed with excruciating need. “Finish.”
“No,” he breathed, leaning in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my stomach that left a wet smear across my abs. “You don't get relief. Not until Sunday.”
Our eyes connected, his gaze gone utterly feral. “You’re going to walk around this hotel and then get in that ring all while you ache for me. Every time you look at me, all you're going to be able to see is my lips around your cock until you hand me the belt.” I gripped his jaw, forcing his head back, my eyes blazing with a dark, dominant promise.
“I am going to absolutely destroy you for this,” I vowed, “When you get that belt back to this room on Sunday, I am going to fuck you until you forget your own name. I’m going to split you open, reminding you for hours that you made me wait. And you’re going to take everysinglesecond of it.”
A wicked, slow, devoted smirk creeped across his face. “Promises, promises.”
