Protective (Diamondback MC Second Generation 4)

GEORGIANA

I roll over,or attempt to roll over to my other side, trying to kick off the quilt that has my body warmer than usual, only for me to realize there’s enough heat coming from the weight spooning my backside to be the cause. The last thing I remember is sitting outside with Silas, which means he brought me in after all while I slept through it—him holding me, wrapping my body around his. I missed it all. I could kick my own ass for that. The only good thing that has come from this is that Silas is currently sleeping behind me. How do I know he’s not pretending? Well, I’m pretty sure the light snores would be my answer, but also his body is completely relaxed, causing a smile to come over my face.

It’s then I notice there’s a person standing at the door to my room. Silas must have left it open after bringing us to bed early this morning. Shadow nods his head, a slight smile tugging on his lips, and then he closes the door, stealthily, like a ninja. The moment seemed perfectly timed, like maybe he was waiting until just the right moment to peek his head into my room, a room I’ve had creative freedom designing to my little heart’s content. Which is why it took me months and months to get it exactly how I wanted it. The room was a blank canvas save for the bed. Shila and Shadow used it as a guest bedroom, but from him grumbling about not wanting any fuckin’ strangers in his house when the club was on property told me that the only non-familiar person he wanted here was me. I ran with it, finding a dresser and nightstand at a garage sale, stripping the paint, and then sanding them down until their natural wood tone shined through. It’s probably why it’s hard right now to imagine Silas in my room, feet hanging over the edge of the queen-sized bed, arm wrapped around me, in the velour pink comforter draped over us.

The only reason my eyes aren’t closing on their own accord again is because the red numbers on the clock across the room are glaring at me. “Silas, honey, I need to get up.” His hand that was on my waist slides up, traveling further until it stops in the middle of my chest, and I know if Silas spread his fingers apart, they’d span across my breasts.

“Go back to sleep, Doe,” he murmurs along the shell of my ear, pressing his lower waist into my ass. I feel all of him, literally. When did he strip out of his clothes, save for his boxers? And how did I sleep through him taking off my robe?

“I can’t. We have work or, well, I do. You might be able to take a random day off, but if I do, it leaves Mindy in the lurch.” This man is like a magician when it comes to me, and yes, I’m aware he was an absolute dick when he came home from prison. That doesn’t mean he didn’t have a right to be, and something tells me Silas will definitely right his wrong, maybe not with words but with actions. I have no doubt.

“Fuck, you’re right.” I roll over, wanting to be face to face with him for as long as I can. His hands slide from my front until they’re touching the lower slope of my back, fingers pressing dangerously close to the top of my pajama shorts. They’re so loose it wouldn’t take much for them to slide off me.

“What time did we make it to bed?” I ask. His eyes are shining. The purple under his eyes is still there, but today he looks more alert, and it makes me want to toot my own horn knowing I did something to help.

“Not long after you walked out onto the porch. Pretty sure you would have fallen asleep standin’ up.” His fingers press deep into my back, pushing me into his length, and it’s me this time who lifts my leg over his hips. “Shit, Doe.”

“And you? Did you actually sleep?” I’m not sure who’s the one that presses closer, me or him. All I know is that I’m feeling every inch of his girth with only two flimsy pieces of fabric in our way. Let’s just say I can feel so freaking much.

“Yeah, Gigi, I did. Now I’m going to give us somethin’ we both will think about all day long.” The tingling sensation I feel from my toes all the way to the hair on my head when Silas states that while thrusting his hips into my center has a whole other side of me coming out. A side that even with years of therapy I thought wouldn’t happen. Apparently, it just has to be the right man, and clearly, that man is Silas.