Hard Ride (Filthy Dirty Desires)

I meet his thrusts, and Silas groans.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You were made for me.”

My toes tingle, my legs wrapped tightly around his back. Warmth spreads through my veins as my orgasm blossoms low in my belly. Silas’s dick tends to it, nurturing it, feeding it with his ragged breaths and deep pumps, until it blooms and blinds me with its dazzling beauty. Silas Irons, this man making me feel so alive, has fucked me so good, I’m blind.

I moan through my release, and Silas holds me tight, close to his body, grunting through his own release, stringing together a mix of curses as he does.

As soon as our bodies have calmed, reality sets in and I worry about what I should say next. Do I just leave? Should I rush out of this bathroom and never look back? I mean, he’s not a commitment type of guy, I’m sure.

Once I straighten my dress and run shaky fingers through my hair, I exhale. “Thank you, I needed that,” I say as I hightail it out of the bathroom and rush out of the Cool Cactus.

“Dad, the doctor said you need to lay off the junk food and eat more fruits and veggies.”

My father, in his usual grumpy style, rolls his eyes at my words and brings a jelly donut closer to his lips. “They make jelly from grapes. That’s a fruit.”

I park a hand on my hip. “Don’t try to win this argument on semantics.” I dig through his refrigerator, looking for anything I can put together to make him a proper breakfast. Every Sunday morning I head to my father’s house to cook breakfast on his one and only day off. Today I was a little late, and he fended for himself.

I can’t press him too hard on his unhealthy breakfast, because I don’t want to delve into the reason I was late. I can’t very well tell him I was getting busy with the city’s MC president last night at a bar across town and overslept.

So I have no choice but to let his jelly donut slide and smile. “I’ll bring you some groceries this afternoon. I have to run into the store today to grab a few things anyway.” Because no one can ever get everything they need in one shopping trip.

I feel like I live at the Hungry Grocer and still never have all the ingredients I need to make a meal.

“I heard Silas Irons was in the store yesterday.” My father licks a bit of jelly from his fingers. “Did he cause any problems?”

Dammit, Mrs. Fuller. My insides coil tight as I try to act nonchalant. “Uh, no. I mean, he got a banana. That’s not a problem.”

My father sets his half-eaten donut on his plate. “Banana?”

“Yes, even criminals eat their fruits and veggies.” My father studies me for a quick beat before taking a sip of coffee. “I want you to stay away from him.”

He eyes me over the rim of his mug, and I suck in a deep breath, unsure of when I’ll ever be releasing it. I finally do one quick exhale and try to keep my voice calm. “Never planned on hanging out with him.”

“He’s into some bad things, Betty. I wish he wouldn’t shop at your store.”

I should change the subject, but nosiness wins out. “What kind of bad things?”

My father shrugs his broad shoulders. “Someone stole a government shipment of guns out on Route 47. We think they were involved somehow.”

I don’t need to ask my father who they are in that sentence. It’s obvious he believes the Legendary Villains stole the guns. And who am I to say anything different?

I try to think about Silas stealing guns from a semi off the side of the road. It frightens me I let him touch me when he’s obviously a criminal.

I’m going to hell.

Right along with him.

At least we’ll be able to keep each other company.

Hell can’t be hotter than Silas’s orgasm face.

Ugh, I can’t believe I just thought that.

My father finishes his donut and grabs the last one from the box.

I snatch it before he can reach his mouth with the pastry. “Oh no you don’t.” I take a big bite of the donut and grab my purse and keys from the counter. “I’ll be back in an hour. Just gonna get you some groceries.”

My father chuckles as I leave the kitchen. “I’ve got more donuts hidden away.”

I shake my head as I shut the front door, hopping into my SUV to head off to the store. That man will always have donuts hidden away and I wish he would eat better. He’s got a demanding job, and with all the stress the donuts are most likely wreaking havoc on his system. I push the thoughts away as I start the engine and back out of the driveway.