Page 53 of Sharing Silence

It’s like a wall I never even knew existed comes crashing down around us, and we sit among the debris, devouring one another. I roll my hips against him, relishing his hardness, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

I reach back and unclip my bra, suddenly eager to feel his hands on more of me. A man I thought I couldn’t kiss is now someone I’m dying to touch, and I take his wrist and place his hand on my bare breast.

“Oh my God,” I whisper into his mouth, and he nips my bottom lip. He rolls his thumb over my nipple, squeezing it gently.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says, and I almost moan at just the words. He kisses along my jaw and nibbles my earlobe. “I want to hear your pretty voice telling me how to make you come, Silence.”

“You’re gonna spoil her.”

I squeak, pressing my bare chest into Yale’s, and look over at the door. Xavier is leaning against the wall, a smirk growing on his face.

Yale growls. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know she’s gonna walk all over you. Make her work for it, for fuck’s sake.”

As I cling to Yale, he kisses my throat, and I throw a smug smile in Xaver’s direction. “I think you’re just jealous that Yale got to second base and you struck out.”

Yale laughs, and Xavier narrows his eyes at me. “Is that how you want to play it, Q?” I stick my tongue out at him, and his next grin is far too victorious. “Yale, remember that time I took a literal bullet for you, and you said you owed me?”

“Oh, fuck you,” Yale groans. “You’re really gonna use that now?”

“Yep. You don’t give Silence anything until Zayden gets back. We don’t kiss her. Don’t touch her.”

My mouth drops open. “You asshole. Yale isn’t going to do that.”

“Actually, he is.” Yale winces. “Sorry, love. He did take a bullet for me.”

I look between them, my mouth open, eyes wide. “You’re not fucking serious. My tits are out and you’re gonna turn me down?”

“Zayden will be back tomorrow at the latest,” Yale says, running his hands down my back and squeezing my ass, which does nothing to help my horniness or my temper.

“Be a good girl and wait a day,” Xavier croons.

This is a joke. A sick, twisted joke.

I stand, not even bothering to cover my tits, and decide to play dirty. I push my panties down, placing them on Yale’s shoulder, and throw the robe off for good measure, not even caring that it’s fucking freezing.

Xavier’s expression turns molten, and he wets his lips. “I take it back.”

I give him the finger. “Too late.”

“No, no—” Yale stands. “Silence⁠—”

“Nope.” I stride around the pool and past Xavier. “Be a good boy and wait a day.”

I stomp through the house, completely naked, and the moment I get to the bedroom, I dart into the shower and crank up the hot water. My toes are frozen, and I wiggle them to work some heat into my extremities, but it was fucking worth it.

Or was it?

Why do I always have to have the last word? I could be having a threesome right now.

Oh God, a threesome with Xavier and Yale.

That really could’ve happened.

My phone is beside the sink, and when it rings I answer quickly, switching to a video call when I realize it’s Zayden. I turn up the volume so I can hear him over the shower.

He grins. “Hello, Mrs. Silver.”