Tales of A Tomboy: Britain, page 13
Britain gets up a little closer, and I try to keep my breathing calm even though my heart is racing. I lace my fingers behind my head to stop myself from touching her. Her fingers ghost over my stomach before she grabs the waistband. My dick leaks pre-cum as the material is pulled back and down.
My cock stands tall and proud, and I want to squeeze it right now to relieve the pressure. I’m afraid that the moment she touches it, I’m going to explode. I look down and I know she can see the pearly fluid on the tip of my dick.
Britain reaches out and wraps her hand around it. I can’t not touch her any longer, so I slam my lips down on hers, moaning into her mouth as she squeezes my cock.
She whispers against my lips. “I want to make you come. Help me?”
I wrap my hand slowly around hers and show her what to do. As soon as she gets the hang of it I let go and commence kissing her. The desire to come hits me, and hard. Before I can prepare her, a groan slips past my lips and I leave a sticky mess all over her hand.
“Was that okay?” Her voice is small, and she worries her lip.
“The minute you looked at him, I was ready to blow—it was perfect.”
I kiss her once more before she disappears into the bathroom. I take off my boxer briefs and use them to clean myself off. I pull a clean pair on as Britain walks back into my room. She looks completely shy right now. I grab her, wrapping my arms tightly around her, and kiss the fuck out of her. I let go, turn her toward the stairs, and push her—lightly, of course. “Now get out of here before I say, ‘fuck it’ and we spend the rest of the day in bed. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Britain gives me a disgruntled look, and when I laugh she flips me off before laughing softly herself.
I get dressed, slip on my black dress shoes, and then head downstairs. Britain waits for me at the breakfast bar and hands me my wallet and phone. I grab my spare key for the loft and the extra key fob for the Porsche. “Here’s the key to let you in if you get home before me, and then this is for the Porsche.”
She hands me the keys for her Chevelle. “I’m trusting you with my baby. If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.” Britain’s sassiness is coming out, and I love it.
“Okay, Killer. I believe you. I promise I’ll take good care of her.”
I have my arm around her as we head out and take the elevator down to the parking garage. She walks up to her car and dramatically lays herself across the hood, stroking the top. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll see you later.” She kisses it, and then looks at me feigning innocence. “What?”
“What? I’m jealous. I want you to lay across me and rub me like that.” I open the driver’s side door for her and watch her climb into my baby. “She’s got a lot of get up and go,” I say before leaning in to kiss her. “Have a good day.”
“You too,” she says before closing the door.
She starts her up and I watch with wide eyes when she whips out of the parking spot and hightails it out of the parking garage. I look toward the ceiling. “She’s going to keep me on my toes, isn’t she?” I ask no one in particular.
I climb into her Chevelle and turn the key. Once her baby starts to purr, I take a second to appreciate it before pulling out and heading to meet my boys for breakfast.
Chapter Sixteen
Britain
A small smile has graced my lips all day long today. If I close my eyes, I can still feel Silas’s hand between my legs. The orgasm he’d given me had been better than any I’ve given myself. Touching him this morning had been progress. He let me control the situation. I was surprised to feel how soft, yet hard, it was.
I won’t lie, when I went to the bathroom to clean off my hand, I tasted some of his cum. It was warm, salty, and musky tasting—not terrible, but it would definitely take some getting used to.
I focus back on the oil change I’m doing. I feel eyes on me and find Marcus staring at me. “What?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know, you just look different. Are you still dating that douchebag?”
“He’s not a douchebag, asshole.” I look up at him. “Silas is a good guy. Mom and Dad like him.”
He stands in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. “No one is ever going to be good enough for you.” Marcus lowers his voice. “Keith says you’re staying with him all week…Why?”
“I love you, but it’s none of your business. I don’t ask you about the girls rotating in and out of your life.” I’ve never had a problem speaking my mind to my brothers. They may scare and intimidate others, but not me. Hell, Marcus and Keith are both scared of Beth, and she’s all of five-foot nothing. “What happened to CrossFit girl?”
“She wanted more, and I didn’t.” He changes the subject. “Ummm…and why the fuck did you let Silas drive your car? Because whenever I ask, you tell me no, and I’m your fucking brother.”
“You don’t have a Porsche.” I smirk and don’t miss him flipping me off—with a smile on his face, of course.
We work silently to finish the job, and he pulls the car out while I go take care of the bill with the owner of the Prius. My phone vibrates in the pocket of my coveralls. I pull it out and feel my cheeks heat up when I read it.
Silas: After that little stunt this morning I want you waiting in your bra and panties in the position you did yesterday. Understand?
Sweat dots my brow, my heart races, and an ache starts deep in my belly.
Britain: Yes. What are you going to do?
I get nothing back from him. Yikes. The chime over the door goes off and I look up, smiling when I see Silas’s sister walk in. “Hi, Heather.” I walk around the counter to greet her, and she surprises me by hugging me.
“Hey, sorry to just pop by, but I saw my brother’s car and thought he might be here.”
“We actually switched cars today. He’s got my Chevelle and I took his Porsche. I think he’s mad because I may or may not have peeled out of his parking garage. I couldn’t help it—that SUV’s got some serious horsepower.”
Heather laughs and shakes her head at me. “I’m sure he’ll be okay.” She looks behind me and freezes. Her cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. I look behind me and find Marcus standing in the doorway, staring at Heather.
“This is my brother, Marcus—Marcus, this is Heather. She’s Silas’s sister.”
It’s like a movie, and honestly, I feel my eyes burn as I watch Marcus walk toward her. His eyes don’t leave Heather’s. When he reaches her, she holds out her hand. “Nice t-to meet you.”
“You too.” He grabs Heather’s hand and they disappear outside.
“Who was that?” I turn and find my dad standing behind the counter.
I walk behind the counter and stand next to him. “That’s Heather, Silas’s sister. Is it bad that I want to tell him to leave her alone? If he breaks her heart, that could ruin things for me and her brother.”
Dad walks to the front window, peering out into the parking lot. “Come here,” he tells me. “I know your brother has been the love ’em and leave ’em type, but look at this.”
I stand staring out the window at two people who look like they’ve just won some cosmic lottery. My heart races as I watch the two of them, talking like they’ve known each other forever. I watch as my brother takes her phone and types something before handing it back. He walks Heather to her car, and then Marcus waits as she pulls out of the parking lot. My eyes follow him as he walks back to the bay doors.
I smile up at my dad. “That was…intense.”
He wraps his arm around my shoulders. “That’s how it was with your mom. We were just too young the first time—we weren’t ready. When we got back together, it was effortless, and the way she loved you like you were her natural daughter just solidified my feelings. Hell, I don’t think I ever stopped loving her.”
It should hurt that he never seemed to love my real mom, but knowing what I do about the past, I’m not really surprised.
Dad turns me to him. “You’re glowing.”
“Am I?”
“You are, but are you sure you should be staying with him?” He smiles down at me. “You can’t blame me for asking.”
Dad kisses my forehead and then heads into the back, and I get back to work.
When I pull into the parking garage of Silas’s place, I see he’s not home. I let myself inside, locking the door behind me before heading upstairs, stripping down to my bra and panties. My pulse races as I hurry into the bathroom to brush my teeth and brush my hair out before braiding it. I step out of the bathroom and move to the top of the stairs. Turning my back to them, I get down on my knees.
I close my eyes and take some deep breaths. Nervous anticipation fills me, because I have no idea what kind of punishment he has in mind. I’ve read books where the punishment was a spanking. Is that what he’s planning for me?
An unknown amount of time goes by when I hear keys in the door. My heart races as his footsteps echo across his wood floors. He walks up the stairs and moves around until he’s in front of me. I stare at his shoes while I will myself not to look up at him.
Silas squats down in front of me and tips my face up to look at him. I can’t read the expression on his face, and I swallow the lump in my throat. “Do you know how lucky I feel to see you waiting for me, and doing it so beautifully? You take my breath away.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He strokes my cheek. “Stand up.” Silas takes my hand and helps me to my feet. He leads me to his bed. “Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Because I peeled out while driving your SUV?”
Silas nods. “Yes. Now come here.” He sits down and pulls me so I’m lying across his lap. His hand glides over the cotton of my panties that are embarrassingly wet right now.
I hold my breath as the first swat happens—it stings and I cry out. He spanks me three more times consecutively. I squirm and bite my lip to keep from cussing at him, begging him to stop. It stings, but the ache in my belly grows again. Silas smacks me twice more before stroking me over the overly sensitive skin of my ass.
He grabs me, pulls me up onto his lap, and hugs me close. Silas strokes my hair, and then pulls back to look me in the eye. “You did good.”
I smile shyly before wrapping my arms around his shoulders and hugging him. “Sorry about peeling out. I couldn’t help myself. It’s got some power behind it.”
“Well then it’s safe to tell you that I took your baby out on the highway today and opened her up. Damn, she purrs like a kitten too.”
I look at him with wide eyes. “Hey! How come I get spanked for peeling out in yours? Does this mean I get to spank you too?”
He flips me onto my back, hovering over me. “You can try and spank me—see what happens.” Silas tickles my sides until I’m squirming and laughing so hard.
Somehow my legs get wrapped around his hips and his chest is smashing my breasts. I can feel his heart pounding against mine. He stops and stares at me with a look on his face I can’t describe, except I feel it down deep in my soul.
All too soon, the moment is over and he pushes up onto his knees. “Are you hungry?” I nod. “Get dressed and I’ll start dinner. Do tacos sound okay?”
“That sounds great.”
I miss the weight of him as he shimmies back and climbs off of his bed. He gives me a smile before disappearing downstairs to start cooking. I throw on a black ribbed tank top and a pair of red cotton shorts.
Silas smiles at me when I walk in the kitchen, and he comes to me, picks me up, and places me on the counter before handing me a bottle of beer. “Where did you learn how to cook?” My dad is a good cook, and my brothers aren’t bad either. Our mom said that her boys weren’t going to starve when they lived on their own, so she taught them both to cook before they moved out.
I, on the other hand, can’t cook nearly as well. I try, and try, but I’m kind of hopeless. I’m an excellent helper, but leave me to do it by myself and shit’s going to burn.
“My dad got hurt and for a long time I had to take care of myself and Heather. A little girl can only survive on hot dogs and macaroni and cheese for so long before I had to buy a cookbook and learn how to make more of a variety of foods.”
He’s browning the ground beef when a thought comes to me. “Where’s your mom?”
Silas stiffens. “She left us a long time ago.”
“I’m sorry. So I guess we both have shitty moms.”
He stands right in front of me. “I guess we do.”
From my perch on the counter, I continue browning the ground beef while he gets everything else out. In no time, we’re carrying our full plates upstairs and out onto the patio. I dig in with gusto, moaning and not even caring that I’m making a fool of myself. “This is so good,” I say with a mouthful of food.
Silas shakes his head at me before taking a huge bite of his taco. I take a drink of my beer and can’t help but feel like this is the weirdest situation ever. He spanked me earlier, and now we’re eating tacos all willy nilly. I don’t understand any of it.
“You look like something is on your mind.” My eyes widen. How did he know? “Do you have questions?”
“You spanked me earlier, and now we’re just sitting here eating tacos. Doesn’t that seem weird?” I’m so out of my depth here. I wonder when he’s going to want to have sex. I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet, even though I’ve loved everything we’ve done so far.
“Not really. When we play, we play, and when we’re just living our everyday life, we’re living it. You’d be surprised how many people live this type of lifestyle, but appear to be what society considers normal.”
I nod, because he’s right. I know it’s just fiction, but in some of the BDSM books I’ve read they have regular day jobs, and they play at night, but not all the time either, unless of course they’re a full-time Master/slave relationship.
After dinner I clean up his kitchen and then find him typing away on his computer. I don’t want to disturb him if he’s working, so I grab my Kindle and curl up in the corner of the sofa, reading the latest Kaylee Ryan novel. I love her stories because I always find myself smiling like a loon while I read them.
I feel myself being lifted and open my eyes. “It’s okay, baby. You fell asleep.” I curl into him and let sleep pull me under again.
My eyes crack open again later and I hear the sound of the shower shutting off. I don’t move and a moment later Silas comes walking out with a towel tied around his waist. My body flushes as I look at his wet muscled chest, which tapers down to a trim waist. He’s even got that V, and I just want to lick it. Standing in front of his dresser he drops his towel, and I get a good look at his penis. My core clenches, and my mouth waters.
I itch to touch it again, but I lie perfectly still watching him pull on a pair of red boxer briefs. He moves until I can’t see him anymore, but he knows I’m up when he rips the covers off of me and climbs on top. “Morning.” His voice is so rich and smooth, especially in the morning.
“Good morning.”
Silas kisses my neck. “Did you enjoy the show?” Of course he knew I was watching him. I can’t even summon up the strength to be embarrassed.
“I did, thanks.”
He slaps me on the ass. “You better get up so you can go get your nieces.”
I reluctantly climb out of his comfortable bed. While I shower, I think about the night before. After he carried me to bed, I woke up again as he laid me down and loved that he pulled me into his arms. My back rested snuggly against his chest.
When I get out, I quickly dry off before throwing on my black track shorts and a form-fitting white t-shirt. I blow dry my hair and then quickly do it in a fishtail braid. I dig my black Nikes out of my bag and throw them on. I head downstairs and am hit with the scent of coffee.
Silas greets me in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a piece of peanut butter toast. “Do you and Annie want to meet me for lunch today?”
“Absolutely! Just text me where you want us to meet you. We have story time this morning at the library, and then they do arts and crafts. We should be done around eleven or so.”
He bends down and kisses my lips. “Great, I’ll text you later. Have a good day.” I watch him leave and rest my hands on my cheeks because I can’t believe this man is real and that he wants me.
I decide to head home early, with the hope that I can talk to Beth about everything going on. I pull in the driveway and see that Keith is still home. I was hoping she’d be alone. Using my key, I step inside and find my brother sitting on the sofa with his head buried in his hands. My heart begins to race as I move toward him. “Keith, what’s wrong? Where are the girls?”
“Dad came to get them.” He looks at me with tears in his eyes. “Beth lost the baby last night.”
My eyes burn, but no tears fall. “I’m so sorry. How is she? Where is she?”
“She’s in bed resting. My girl is so broken right now, and I don’t know how to help her.” I wrap my arms around him as my big strong brother cries heartbreaking tears.
“You’ll help her by loving her.” I give him a squeeze. “What do you need from me?” I ask.
He’s quiet for a moment. “Mom’s got to work, and Dad and Marcus are handling the shop. Can you still look after Annie? Pick Bridgette up after school?”
“Of course. If you guys need a little time, I’m sure I can take them to Silas’s place.”
He gives me a relieved smile. “Thank you. You can go in and see her if you want.”
“I’d do anything for you guys. You know that.” I stand up, leaving my brother on the sofa as I head down the hall. Pushing open the door, I practically choke on the sadness in the air as I step inside.
Beth is curled up in the middle of their bed. I climb on it and cuddle up next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist. She opens her bloodshot, swollen eyes and begins to cry. “Why?” Beth moans, like a wounded animal. It’s breaking my heart. “Brit, what did I do? Did I do something wrong?”
