I fisted his cock with both hands, knowing that would enable me to stay away from the head by experience.
I shuttled both of my hands back and forth along the shaft of his hard cock, surprised when the hand in my hair tightened and pulled my head back.
Water splashed down my face and ran in rivulets down my body as I held my breath in order not to breathe water into my lungs.
“Stand up,” he said huskily.
I did as he asked, coming to my feet and leaving the soap on the ground.
Silas pushed forward, rinsing the soap from his body quickly before he reached for the faucet.
The water was turned off from over my shoulder, and with his hand still in my hair, he guided me out of the shower and stopped me when my feet hit the towel I’d laid on the floor this morning.
Silas followed me out, stopping when just the tip of his cock prodded my ass.
Then, reluctantly, he let my hair go and wrapped a towel around me.
I clutched at it, pulling it around me tightly as the cool air hit my overheated body.
Hearing the distinct sound of foil ripping, I turned my head to follow the sound.
I don’t think that Silas even bothered with a towel, because the next thing I knew I was bent over the toilet, my hands resting on the back of the tank, with Silas filling me.
I gasped, the scream trapped in my throat, as he started to slam into me.
With nothing to hold on to, I dropped down to my elbows, rested my head on my arms where they crossed, and held the fuck on.
Silas was relentless.
And I liked it.
An orgasm that wasn’t even on the horizon moments before suddenly started building with each rough thrust of his huge cock inside of me.
My entrance screamed as the widest part of his cock finally worked its way inside of me.
He filled me like never before, going even deeper in this position than he had the previous night.
I felt him everywhere as he pushed into me repeatedly, dragging the head of his cock over sensitive spots that had my eyes rolling back in my head and my toes curling up in the towel I was standing on.
Each thrust of his hips had our wet skin slapping together so loudly that even the thunder from the storm raging outside couldn’t drown out the sound.
The tornado sirens were now going off, but neither one of us stopped or even slowed down for that matter.
Too lost in each other to think about the world around us.
“Come now, Sawyer,” he gritted through clenched teeth, moving one of his hands from my hips circling my waist, and trailing over my belly on its way down.
When his fingers met my clit, giving me exactly what I needed, I shot straight into orbit.
I came hard, clenching and clamping down around him forcefully.
A growl was ripped from his throat when my pussy started to convulse relentlessly, and he suddenly yanked himself from my still contracting pussy.
I heard the sound of the condom being ripped from his cock, and seconds later, I felt the hot, wet splashes of his orgasm decorating my back and ass.
“I don’t think I finished my beer,” I said, not even remembering when or where I put it down.
He laughed and I yelped.
Mostly because I felt the bite of his teeth on my shoulder before he pulled the towel free of my grip and cleaned my ass off.
“I think it’s at the bottom of the shower. We’ll have to get it tomorrow,” he said, tossing the towel down onto the ground and helping me stand.
I turned in his arms and wrapped my arms around his shoulder as the siren continued to wail around us.
“We should get out of this apartment,” I told him.
“Hmm,” he agreed, walking me to my bedroom.
I felt, what I guessed was a T-shirt, hit me in the face, followed by a pair of shorts.
Slipping them both on, I waited for him to finish.
When he did, his hand was once again in mine, and we were walking down the back entrance that led to Dallas’ garage.
“Have you been here before?” I asked in surprise.
How was he able to do this without any light?
“No, but I have good night vision, and I was here for about an hour before you got here,” he admitted.
That made sense.
Obviously, he didn’t sit on his ass while he’d been here.
Silas wasn’t the type to do that.
I had doubts that he even slept since whenever I saw him he was either standing, fucking me or had just finished fucking me.
“Ah,” I said. “Do you think there’s really a tornado?”
He squeezed my shoulder. “They wouldn’t have turned the sirens on if they didn’t have a real reason to. False alarms tend to piss off the masses.”
My heart fell.
Although tornados weren’t really a ‘new’ thing for me, they weren’t something I’d had to worry about the past eight years.
However, where I lived now was an area that the weathermen referred to as ‘Tornado Alley.’
There was even a whole season that was devoted to the storms that usually produce them.
When those sirens went off, we had been taught from a young age to immediately seek shelter in a windowless room.
Texas didn’t have underground tornado shelters like they did in other areas along Tornado Alley.
The soil was too dense to dig through.
The shattering of glass had my head whipping around, but it was Silas’ arms that circled around me, lifting me off my feet, that had my heart beating a mile a minute.
“What was that?” I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Hail,” he answered, setting me on top of what I guessed was my brother’s workbench.
Should’ve worn shoes, I thought to myself.
“Stay there while I run and get your shoes,” he muttered as I heard his boots going back upstairs.
I stayed there on that bench, looking out of what I assumed was the broken window.
It was getting pretty bad out.
The garage around me was shaking, and I had the hysterical thought that Dallas better have insurance on it, because it wouldn’t surprise me if the whole thing blew away with me inside.
Then the horrid thoughts of whether Dallas’ prized Nova being ruined by a possible tornado would affect him more than it would if I was hurt.
But Silas’ return jolted me out of my bad thoughts.
“I found some rain boots, figured they would be better,” Silas said.
I thought about what rain boots he could be talking about and decided they were probably ones I hadn’t worn in over ten years.
I wasn’t sure if they’d even fit.
But when Silas easily slipped socks over my feet and then helped me get my boots on, I realized that they, surprisingly, did.
Pretty well, too.
“You have a flashlight, don’t you?” I accused.
He snorted. “Yeah, what man doesn’t?”
I thought about it. “My father and brothers don’t carry them.”
I felt him lean into me causing my unbound, t-shirt clad breasts to rub up against his leather vest.
I hummed in contentment as I snuggled into his arms.
“I like your vest.”
“It’s called a cut,” he muttered laughingly.
“What’s a cut?” I asked.
The storm was getting worse. The rain was slapping against the roof and the side of the garage in sheets, and the sound of the hail bouncing off the house in a loud succession of pops echoed through the space.
“A leather vest,” he quipped.
I giggled against his chest, turning my face so it could rest against his neck.
He growled when I kissed his exposed throat, but otherwise didn’t move.
“All joking aside, the cut is me. It’s my club. The top rocker, the white banner, is our club
name,” he said.
I felt along his back as he spoke, running my fingers over the patches as he explained what each one meant.
“The bottom rocker is our club’s location. We’re the Benton chapter, and we have chapters all over the south,” he explained. “On the front, over my heart, is my name, my club title, and the city again.”
I knew he was explaining this to me to get my mind off the fact that the roof was shaking over our heads, literally.
“I can’t believe Dallas hasn’t at least come to check on me,” I muttered darkly.
He tangled his hands in my hair, and I looked up at him…or where I thought he was.
“Your brother is a shit head. And I don’t think he even realizes that he is. Because if he did, he wouldn’t be telling your parents anything about how you were doing. My guess is that he really is worried, but he doesn’t know how to handle it. So, he closes himself off, telling himself that by telling your mother how he thinks you’re doing, he’s helping. Which, in reality, he’s not,” Silas said. “Maybe it’s time you had a talk with him. Let him know you don’t appreciate being tattled on like a child.”
I wholeheartedly agreed, and I’d already planned on doing just that.
“I was going to do that today, but then he had that huge freakin’ party,” I said, annoyance unmistakable in my tone. “I had to park on the street.”
He lowered his mouth down to mine.
“Well, then it’s a good thing he’s preoccupied, because I could really fuck you right about now, on top of his car, and he’d never even know,” he said tightly, lifting my body off the bench and laying me down on the car’s hood.
I laughed. “You know,” I said as he stripped my shorts from me, “this car is my brother’s pride and joy.”
“Well your brother’s pride and joy is about to become our fuck stand,” he muttered, and then he was on me.
Chapter 11
If a man says he will fix it…he will. There’s no need to remind him every six months.
- Coffee Cup
Sawyer
Despite the way Silas was able to keep my mind off the storm that raged on outside, our town, as well as the surrounding towns, was hit hard.
Really hard.
I drove to work in my now very dented car, and I pulled into Dr. Zack’s office lot to see a flurry of activity.
I parked in the back of the lot where the employees had been told to park, and walked into the office, straight into total pandemonium.
“What’s going on?” I asked Joanie.
Joanie, who was standing at the front door, her back holding it open, lifted her head to me and visibly wilted.
“We’re swamped. Zack asked me to send you straight to the back, but you’ll have to walk around the building. There are so many people and dogs here right now that you won’t be able to make it through.”
Giving the crowd one last look, I hefted my bag on my shoulder once more and started to walk through the damp grass around the building.
The building itself was just plain brick. There were only three windows in the entire place, which meant Zack’s office didn’t get hit as hard as he probably could have.
The road to work today had been perilous.
Two of the roads had still been under water.
One had been inaccessible due to a downed power line and there had been so much debris scattered about that I’m sure I looked like a crazy person with all the swerving I had to do to get around the stuff.
I wasn’t risking running it over, though.
That would’ve been just what I needed, to run something over, getting stuck on it or getting a flat and not making it to work on time.
“Sawyer!” Zack called. “Hurry!”
I picked up my pace, moving back through the lot toward Zack, who was in his truck.
“Hey!” I said, stopping at his open window, “what’s going on?”
He shook his head as he ran a hand over his weathered and tired face.
“The tornado that hit Dixie was bad. I’m headed there now to see what assistance I can offer.” He pointed toward the front. “I’ve already got people bringing in animals that they’ve found. I’ve called in my old partner, Bane. He’s going to handle the practice and help anyone who comes in today. You wanna go with me?”
He looked so hopeful that I really couldn’t tell him no.
“Yeah, sure,” I said, circling around the front of the truck.
I smiled when I saw Zack’s Labrador Retriever, Belly, in the front seat.
“Hey there, big girl,” I cooed as I scooted her over and sat next to her.
“You’re going to put her back into action?” I asked hopefully.
He nodded.
Belly was a retired police dog.
Her specialty was finding things, like one would use a Blood Hound.
Belly had been hurt two years ago during another storm similar to this one, and she’d been temporarily retired while she got back into fighting shape.
Even now she walked with a slight limp, one she sustained when the house she’d been searching caved in around her.
“If you’re game, I’d like you to take Belly. I already know I’m going to be busy with a lot of triaging,” Zack said as he pulled out of the parking lot, giving a wave in Joanie’s direction.
“What?” I asked in surprise.
He nodded. “Yeah, I’m going to be helping with the animals coming in to the shelter. You can take Belly and start wherever the police direct you two, once it’s been deemed safe though.”
Holy shit.
Belly was attached to Zack’s hip.
It absolutely floored me that he’d willingly give me the responsibility of handling Belly.
“Are…are you sure?” I asked with hesitantly.
Zack tossed me a grin. “Yeah, I’m sure. You’re pretty awesome, girlie. You’ll do just fine.”
I highly doubted that.
I’d never seen anything like this level of destruction, though, and I was really nervous.
Adding responsibility for Belly to the mix made me feel positively nauseous.
The ride to Dixie, Louisiana was relatively short – less than a fifteen-minute drive – which further drove home just how bad it could’ve been for our little town.
How lucky we had been that the tornado hadn’t formed just ten miles south.
“Okay,” Zack said, pulling in to park in the bank’s parking lot. “Let’s go. I’ll introduce you to the incident commander, and we’ll go from there, okay?”
I nodded, following Zack and Belly.
My eyes, which I imagine mirrored the haunted expression I wore, were scanning all around me as I took in the destruction.
“My God,” I breathed. “Oh, my God.”
Trees were uprooted, large ones that I couldn’t even fit my arms around.
Park benches that’d been bolted to the ground, gone. Laying as if they’d been carelessly tossed to the side, twisted into scraps of metal that no longer resembled a bench and never would again.
Signs hung haphazardly from their perches. Letters and numbers missing off of the remnants of what once were the buildings of downtown Dixie.
Only one of the buildings was still standing, relatively intact.
The only thing that was really there, were the roads.
And even those were ripped up in some places.
“Yeah, this isn’t my first rodeo, but this one is pretty bad. I’d bet it was an F-3,” Zack muttered, stepping over what appeared to be a car’s bumper.
My stomach was in knots.
How could a town of this size ever come back from something like this?
And if I wasn’t mistaken, an F-3 was at the middle of the scale, a scale that ran up to F-5. My God, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how it could have been any worse.
“There’s the command tent,” Zack said, interrupting my contemplation.
I looked up in time to see a rather large firefighter dressed in bunker gear shouting out orders to men and women alike.
They got their orders and then immediately started on their assignments without any hesitation.
Then he turned fully around, and I was greeted with a younger version of Silas.
Sebastian, I think I’d heard Silas call him.
But I wasn’t one hundred percent sure.
What was he doing here?
Then I saw Silas not too far from him with a little girl in his arms that looked to be two or three at most.
When he’d left my house this morning after the storm had passed, I’d thought it’d been rather abrupt. I never expected to see him here doing this.
He’d gotten a call before he’d left.
And I was ashamed to admit that I thought that maybe it’d been another woman.
But now I was glad to see that I was wrong.
“Sebastian!” Zack called.
Sebastian turned at the sound of his name being called, and he smiled when he saw Zack.
“Hey, Guzzy. How’s it going?” Sebastian asked somewhat distractedly.
“I’m setting up in Old Miller’s place. I just wanted to lend Belly and Sawyer here to you. Use ‘em as you see fit,” Zack said, offering Sebastian his hand.
Sebastian took it.
“Thanks,” Sebastian said, returning the handshake. “I just got here myself. I’m on two different volunteer departments, but since Dixie was hit worse than the other town, I came here. And suddenly find myself in charge of everything.”
He seemed like he was doing a good job, though.
Even if he didn’t think he should be the one in charge.
“Alright, Sawyer. Take care of my Belly and take this,” he said, passing a handheld, two-way radio to me. “Call me if you need anything.”
I took the two-way radio, strapped it to my jeans and reached for Belly’s leash, scared as hell and trying my damnedest to hide it.
“O-okay,” I said.
Zack smiled reassuringly. “These boys will take good care of you. Promise.”
I didn’t need his reassurance.
Silas had taken care of me very well last night…not that I’d be telling him or anyone else about that.
I nodded firmly. “Thank you.”
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