CHAPTERFOUR
Lauren
“I thought I’d check if you were still hanging around,” Dad says, an easy smile on his face as he walks across the office. “Turns out I wasn’t needed after all.”
He’s got no idea my panties are all sticky from what just happened.
It was like a flashing burst of lust, happening so quickly I was still struggling to believe it was real when it came to an end.
I can’t believe I even had the courage to pull down my pants and show him my tattoos…but my need was way fiercer than my nerves.
I remember looking over my shoulder at hishugemanhood, so massive his large hand didn’t even cover half of it, his swollen end glistening with precome.
I told him to be gentle, but I didn’t tell him why.
I can’t believe I was going to do that.
But was I?CouldI?
Then Silas changed, his tone getting harsh when he told me this never happened.
We’re going to bury it. Ignore it.
But I can’t forget the feeling of his tongue rubbing up and down my sex.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been talking his head off about your tattooing,” Dad says, seeming so carefree I want to cry, to hug him.
Silas is right, even if what he said hurts. We have to act as though what we just did never happened.
We have to act as though we don’t want to do it again.
But it’s not even likewedid it. It was more like we were animals, uncaged, unchained, feral.
Dad’s looking at me as though expecting an answer.
I fumble. I just spit it out, even if Silas might not feel the same anymore.
“We were talking about a tattoo for Silas.”
“Oh.”
Dad looks at Silas. I can tell what Dad’s thinking.
Not in a mean way, but he’s basically wondering why Silas would pick me, a relative newbie when he has so many choices.
“Yeah,” Silas says, nodding, his voice as tight and mean as when he told me that what we did – what I can still feel reverberating through me – never happened.
“For the anniversary of…of my dad’s death,” he says after a pause. “Would you be okay with that?”
Iknow why Silas suddenly asks the question, with so much weight and significance buried in there. He remembers kneeling behind me mere minutes ago, his hands greedily moving over my ass and making me tingle all over as he slid his tongue inside me.
But it didn’t happen. I have to fight it.
What if Dad ever found out?
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Dad says, laughing softly. “If you think you’re up to the challenge, Lauren, I say go for it.”
“We’ll arrange a date then,” I say, glancing at Silas.