Page 71 of Sharing Silence

She laughs and picks up my laptop, placing it on the coffee table before straddling me. I rest my hands on her hips, eager to slide them up her sides and cup her breasts but waiting for her signal.

She lets out a shaky exhale. “We’re alone.”

“We are,” I say. “What do you want to do?”

“I have an idea.”

I smile, and she leans down to kiss me. It’s slow, her tongue dipping into my mouth leisurely, as if we have all the time in the world. She rests her hands on my shoulders, and I run my palms up her front.

Cupping her breasts, I groan softly. “You were so perfect last night.”

“So were you. It was more than I ever thought it could be.” She kisses me again, more urgent this time.

My dick is already hard, and I run my thumbs over her peaked nipples. I’ve always known Silence was beautiful, but seeing her writhe in pleasure like she did last night was like meeting a secret side of her, and I need more.

“You’re sore, Silence.”

“Then fuck me slow.” She grins, and I growl, gripping her hips and flipping her onto her back. She pulls off her T-shirt, and I take off mine, throwing it aside. She captures my mouth with hers again, and pushes down my sweats, freeing my cock. I grip the back of her knee, hiking it up before sliding inside her.

“Oh,” she gasps, head dropping back.

Her warmth quivers around me, and I breathe into her neck, moving slow, my thrusts deep, tender, dragging my cock in and out of her. I kiss across her throat, nibbling her jaw until I reach her mouth again.

“You’re made for us, Silence,” I whisper.

She locks her eyes on me, lips parted. “Then never stop making me feel this way.”

I’ve never had sex like this. Not just the slowness, but the feeling of completion, like we fit together. It feels like we’re one, like I might die if this ever ends, and I can’t stop watching her.

Now I understand why Zayden can do this. Seeing her unravel for me, the pleasure washing across her features, the total peace in her expression—it’s addictive. If my brothers and I can give this to her, we will.

“Yale,” she breathes, squeezing her eyes closed as she comes. She pulses around me, waves of warmth wrapping around my spine as my orgasm follows. I fill her, groaning through gritted teeth. My muscles relax, and I lie with my cheek on her chest as I catch my breath.

Just like last night, Silence runs her fingers through my hair and holds me. Her heartbeat thunders against my ear, and I close my eyes.

“I wish we’d done this years ago,” she says, gliding her nails across my shoulders.

For a few minutes, we’re quiet. Silence continues stroking my back, and I close my eyes, happy to fall asleep here if she’ll let me. She seemingly does, because when I next open them, it’s almost eight in the morning.

“Yale,” she whispers. “I need to pee. If I sleep any longer with cum in me it’ll fuck up my pH balance.”

I smile and lift off her, allowing her to stand. She squeezes her thighs together, tiptoeing out of the living room.

“You look like a T-rex.”

She flips me off and I laugh as she waddles away, quietly begging my cum to stay inside her, as if she can negotiate with it.

While Silence is gone, I lie on my back, gazing at the ceiling as I try not to dwell on what the day could bring. Not just for our relationship, but our safety.

I’m confident that hiring Mercy is the right move. We could use the extra help now that Grant is gone. I’ve also been dipping in and out of the accounts and ownership of the Agency, preparing for if this all goes wrong. If it turns out that Ryker has more power than we realize, we need to be ready to give him what he wants, even if it’s the last resort.

My phone pings, and I’m relieved when I see the message.

CHARLIE: whatever you need, Y. Tell me the time and place and we’ll fuck shit up.

I grin and pull on my sweats and T-shirt before glancing over my shoulder when I hear footsteps.

“Morning,” Zayden says. “Is Silence down here?”