“Can I touch your butt?”
I chuckled. “You may.”
He dug his nimble fingers into the fleshy part of my ass, humming as he ran his face along the curve. I heard him inhale, and my knees nearly buckled when he lifted the hem of my shirt and ran his tongue along my waistline.
“Silas.”
“I like your skin, Daddy. I like it so much.”
I let him play.
My kitten hummed while he tasted me, tugging at my skin with his teeth. My throat convulsed when he sucked a chunk of my flesh into his mouth, releasing it with a loudpopand a satisfied sigh.
A shiver tore through him, and I tightened the grip I had around his waist.
“I made a mark, Daddy.” His finger was light as a feather as it traced the spot he’d made, dancing along the base of my spine. “Can I make another, please?”
“No, baby, not now.”
I shrugged my shoulders, and for a split second he was airborne, soaring through the air until he landed in my arms bridal style.
Brown eyes beamed up at me. “Hi.”
“Hi, sweetheart.”
“How come I can’t make any more marks?”
“You can suck on me as much as you want, Kitten.” I dipped forward and kissed his nose. “But we’re here, and I think it’s best we don’t alarm your sister the second she answers her door, yeah?”
His eyebrows dipped. “But… how come she would care? You’re not her daddy, so she won’t be mad.”
“She won’t be mad, no, but it might make her uncomfortable to see her baby brother in a position like that. Understand?”
Typically, I wouldn't fucking care who saw. If Silas wanted a taste of his daddy, I’d give him a taste, and anybody who felt uncomfortable could look the fuck away or get their eyeballs ripped out by my bare fingers.
Thea was different.
She meant something to Silas, and I was certain any negative reaction from her would leave my boy in a considerable amount of distress.
“I understand.”
Silas wrapped his arms around my neck and squeezed me with everything he had. His needy disposition was so fucking cute, I smiled against his neck and let him lick at my collarbone. After a moment or two, he kissed me on the cheek and climbed from my arms.
“I can unlock it.” He said, and I watched his fingers slip into the pocket of his pants and reemerge with a single key. His tongue ran across his lip in a flash of concentration when he shoved it in the lock and twisted the knob.
The door flung open and Silas took off. “Thea!”
I ambled after him, watching as he raced through a small apartment and threw himself at a woman wearing full scrubs. A laugh escaped her, and she shut her eyes as she squeezed him back, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
The similarities between them were subtle, and if I hadn’t spent two hours last night memorizing each slope and divot of his perfectly pale face, I might not have noticed.
Her cheekbones sat a little higher, and the curve of her nose was all wrong, but the skin she wore was an almost perfect match to his. When her eyes peeled open, I noticed the brown in them, and just like Silas’, they were a little too big for her face.
Silas finally released her. Plum-stained lips parted as though she was going to say something but the moment our eyes met, her jaw clamped shut. She blinked, her lips unmoving as confusion seemed to sweep across each of her features.
I cleared my throat. “Silas, baby, did you tell Thea I was coming?”
“No.” He peered over his shoulder. “Was I supposed to?”