Tales of A Tomboy: Britain, page 23
“Is that her?” Silas nods, and I don’t think—I jump up from the love seat. “Excuse me.” She ignores me and turns and starts heading toward the door. I follow her. “I said, excuse me. You could at least stop since it was you who told my family that Silas beat me.”
“I don’t k-know what you’re talking about.”
“Britain,” I hear Silas call behind me. “Baby, come here.” I don’t miss Dorie’s flinch—good.
“No, she told my dad and brothers that you hit me. She should pay,” I say before turning around. The bitch looks scared and I can’t help it, but it makes me happy. “You’re a fucking bitch. Why would you try to hurt him, hurt me? I don’t even know you.”
“Because he should’ve been with me. I mean, look at me—I’m so much better than you.”
“Dorie, that right there is why I’d never be with you. You’re a fucking snake. FYI, good luck trying to get back into Heathens—your membership has been revoked. You violated the confidentiality agreement you signed, and you’re damn lucky they don’t take legal action. Stay away from me, my girl, and my sister. If you don’t, I’ll convince the owners to pursue you legally.” Silas grabs my hand and literally drags me to my car.
“Hey, I wasn’t finished with her. You didn’t let me smack or punch her.” I pout as he puts me in the car.
“She would’ve pressed charges if you’d have hit her. Don’t stoop to her level. It’s over.”
I don’t understand how he can be so calm about this, and that’s exactly what I tell him. “Because of that bitch, you got beat on. Things could’ve ended badly because of her and her lies.” I’m pissed and go to open the door and get out but Silas grabs me, pulling me away from it. “Let me go. I want to claw her face off.” Silas laughs and it vibrates against my chest. “Stop laughing at me. I’m being serious. That bitch needs a beatdown.”
He’s roaring with laughter now. I turn my head and glare at him. “Oh baby stop, you’re killing me. My girl is ready for a beatdown.” Silas pulls me onto his lap. “I don’t mean to laugh—baby, I love that you’re ready to throw down for us, but you don’t need to. I’m a firm believer in karma, and she’ll give Dorie what she deserves.”
I sigh and then sink into him. He wraps his arms around me, kissing my temple. Silas is right, I know it, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. “Fine.” I lower my voice. “She is really pretty, though.”
He grabs my face, pulling me in close. “No, what she is, is a pretty woman whose bitchiness makes her extremely ugly. You, my beautiful girl, are the complete package. Not only are you fucking gorgeous, but you’re sweet, kind, and I fucking love you.”
Silas kisses me softly. We’re both quiet as we head back toward our place. Just inside the door, I drop my bag and before I know what’s happening, I’m in his arms and my legs are around his waist. “What’re you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking my little badass upstairs and I’m going to show her exactly what I think of her defending my honor.”
That sends a shiver through my body. I let out a little shriek when he tosses me on the bed, but moan when he follows me down and settles between my legs. Before he does anything, he pulls off my hoodie so I’m just in my bra, black leggings, and tennis shoes.
He pulls off his own shirt and then his lips are on mine. Our kiss starts as a gentle glide, but soon it turns heated. His tongue dances with mine, and I moan against his mouth. Silas settles deeper between my legs and I can feel that his cock is hard.
He begins kissing down my neck and I tip my head, granting him access. I moan as he nips at the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder. Silas moves down to my breasts, pulling the cups down and first sucking one nipple into his mouth. I arch my back and cry out as he lets it go with a pop before switching to the other.
I grip his head, holding him to my breasts. He begins his descent down my body, kissing and licking a path straight down. Silas reaches the edge of my leggings and sits up. He grabs my shoes, pulling them both off and tossing them on the floor. My leggings disappear next.
I’m naked except for my bra that is pushed down under my breasts. His eyes roam over my body and I feel it all of the way down to my core. “Fuck, you’re so sexy and you don’t realize the power you have over me.”
He climbs off the bed and slowly takes off his jeans, revealing his hard dick to me. Silas climbs back on the bed and stops with his head between my legs. I moan at the first swipe of his tongue. “Fuck me, you taste divine.”
Silas licks me painfully slow, which is so good, but torturous too. I moan as he fingers me, tickling that spot inside that ignites me. “Oh fuck, that’s good.” His lips wrap around my clit and he sucks hard and presses on that spot inside.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispers against my clit and then sucks it into his mouth.
I do as he commands and come hard, gripping his hair and thrusting my hips against his mouth as I ride the blissful wave. Once the orgasm starts to fade he kisses his way up my body, and then he’s thrusting his cock inside of me.
I cry out, wondering if I’ll ever get used to the size of him. He pins my arms above my head as he starts rolling his hips, thrusting inside me, and hitting my clit each time. He lets go of my arms and I reach up and pull his face down to me, kissing him slowly, moaning into his mouth as he hits that spot deep inside.
I know he’s getting close when his thrusts become more erratic. His lips are against mine and he moans into my mouth. Silas reaches between us, rubbing my clit, and I quickly feel the telltale signs that I’m about to come again. “Fuck, I need you to come with me, baby,” Silas whispers against my lips. He sounds like he’s in pain. I know he’s waiting for me to come.
“Oh God,” I cry against his mouth. He removes his hand from between us and gets up on his knees, grabs the headboard, and begins to slam into me at a brutal pace. The feeling is so intense that my orgasm seems to last forever, and I feel it the moment he beings to come inside me. Thank goodness I’m on the pill now or I’d for sure be pregnant.
He holds himself buried to the root inside me and pants against my neck. I hug him tight to my chest and kiss the top of his head.
“I love you,” he whispers against my neck.
“I love you too.”
***
One Month Later
The hairstylist and Heather’s friend, Tina, finishes my hair and makeup. Today my brother and Silas’s sister are getting married. It’s been a busy couple of days and I’ll be happy when this is all over. I’ve had to dress up two times in the past two weeks for this whole ordeal.
Oh, don’t get me wrong: I’m so happy about them getting married, but I hate dressing up and I’ve had to do it for the bridal shower and last night for the rehearsal dinner. Of course the big deal is today. Silas still doesn’t know I’m wearing a dress. No one has seen it yet.
Tina kept my makeup light, thank God. At my niece’s request, she gave me an Elsa braid that’s hanging over my shoulder. I step into the bathroom and take off my shirt and my track pants.
I found wedges that are silver, and that’s the same color as the other girls’ heels. Heather was right—she didn’t care what I wore just as long as I was in the wedding. After slipping them on, I grab my dress out of the garment bag and pull down the zipper before stepping into it. I get it situated and reach behind me, doing up my zipper.
I move in front of the mirror, adjusting the bodice of the dress, and fiddle with my boobs until they look a little perkier. I look like me but I don’t, and the minute all the formal stuff is over I’m changing back into my normal clothes.
There’s a knock on the door, and then I hear my mom. “Are you going to come out anytime soon? Heather’s in her dress.”
I know I can’t stall any longer, and the minute I pull the door open Mom steps back but doesn’t take her eyes off of me, and her eyes are bright. “Beautiful,” she whispers ever so quietly.
“Oh my God, Britain.” Heather comes rushing over. “You’re wearing a dress, and for me.” My future sister-in-law pulls me into a hug. “Thank you.” I close my eyes and smile, knowing I made the right decision.
I pull back and look at her. “You’re fuc—freaking beautiful. You look like a princess. Marcus is going to go crazy when he sees you.”
We pose for pictures and then Mom pops the cork on a bottle of champagne for us and sparkling cider for momma-to-be, Bridgette, and Annie. I swallow the champagne down and one of the other bridesmaids pours me another glass.
The other bridesmaids step out into the hall for minute. My mom grabs a little box out of her bag and brings it over to Heather. “Marcus’s dad gave me these for our first anniversary, the second first. I thought this could be your something old and something blue.”
Heather opens the box and begins to cry. “T-These are beautiful, Sheila. Thank you so much.” I smile watching my mom hug her, and then watch my mom put the sapphire earrings in Heather’s ears. Her blonde locks are down in beach waves so you can’t see them on her, but we’ll know they’re there.
There’s a knock on the door and Silas sticks his head in. “Is it okay if we come in?” He steps inside looking smokin’ hot in his tux. It’s just a simple black tux with the white dress shirt and black tie. Sam steps in behind Silas and is dressed identical to his son. Today Sam is using the kickass cane that Silas bought for him.
I watch both men’s reactions when Heather walks toward them. Silas’s blue eyes shine bright and his smile warms my heart. Both men hug her tight and speak quietly to her while we stand off to the side.
Heather whispers to Silas and he turns toward me. I hold my breath as I await his reaction, and luckily, he doesn’t make me wait long. He walks slowly toward me and I don’t miss the heated look in his eyes. The blue is so bright they almost match the sapphire earrings.
“Do I look okay?” He cups my face and kisses me hard.
“I think he likes it,” my mom says. I laugh against Silas’s mouth at her words.
***
The wedding was beautiful, short, sweet, and to the point. I did trip walking down the aisle, but Keith was walking me so he kept me from doing a face plant. The girls did great as the flower girls. When they reached the end, Annie turned around and curtsied.
Silas and Sam walked Heather down the aisle and I felt tears fill my eyes as I watched them. Their dad looked so proud. I know one of Sam’s new friends has a son who is a physical therapist, and he worked with him before the wedding. All Sam wanted to do was be able to give his daughter away, and he did just that.
As sweet as that was, the best moment was when Marcus spotted Heather at the end of the aisle in her dress. He denies it, but there were tears in his eyes.
The reception was at Lakewood Country Club. The manager brings his cars to be serviced at our shop and gave my dad a huge-ass discount. Heather and Marcus decided to just do hors d'oeuvres and then the cake, of course.
During the wedding party dance I, luckily, got paired with my man. I was born with two left feet, and swaying is the only move I’ve got. Silas, on the other hand, has got some moves, and at one point he spun Mom around the dance floor until she was giggling like a smitten teen.
Last night at the rehearsal dinner, Silas surprised the soon-to-be newlyweds with a week in Galena, and even rented them a house. They weren’t going to go anywhere—just stay in town and hang out.
Now, I sit with my Annie Bananie asleep in my lap, watching Silas and his sister dancing. Keith and Beth disappeared about fifteen minutes ago and I don’t even want to think about what they’re doing…gross.
My parents have been getting down all night. My dad’s a good dancer, but my mom is fantastic. I smile while watching them dance to their song, Let’s Stay Together by Al Green. Marcus is dancing with Bridgette, but then swaps her with Heather, spinning her around.
Beth and Keith return a few minutes later and all I can do is shake my head at them. She looks slightly embarrassed and he looks like the cat that ate the canary. I decide not to give them shit because I hope that Silas and I still can’t keep our hands off of each other after years together.
Marcus and Heather leave first, heading to the suite my parents got for them tonight. I hug and kiss them both and we all stand outside, waving to them. Silas and I help get Annie and Bridgette loaded up in their minivan and they all leave.
Mom, Dad, Sam, and his buddy Mac leave, and we follow them out. We’re both quiet on the way back home until I hear Silas whisper, “Pull up your dress.”
My heart begins to beat faster and my pussy immediately starts getting wet. I wiggle around until I’m able to get the back of the dress up and then spread it apart at the slit. Silas reaches over, resting his hand on my bare thigh.
I hold very still while his hand slowly slides up. Goosebumps pop up all over my body as he gets closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. “Spread your legs.” I do as he commands and spread my legs as much as I can. “Reach in your panties and show me you’re wet.”
Again I do as he tells me. I moan when my fingers slide over my clit. I reach my pussy and of course it’s wet. I pull my fingers out and Silas grabs me by the wrist, bringing my fingers to his mouth. I whimper as he sucks each wet digit into his mouth.
“Take off your panties.” I do it and then hand them to him, and Silas sticks them in the pocket of his tux jacket.
We pull into the parking garage and as soon as he puts the Porsche in park he hops out, coming around to my side, and helps me out. He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me to the elevator. I’m not sure what’s happening but my body is like a live wire. He lets us inside, and I slip off my jacket.
Silas fits his front to my back. He reaches around cupping my breasts, pinching my hardening nipples through my dress. He places his lips against my neck and begins kissing me. My mouth opens and a sigh comes out.
My nipples harden even more and he begins massaging my breasts. Silas’s lips touch my ear. “I love you in this dress. I love it even more because you did it for my sister and your brother.” He kisses the spot behind my ear. “You’re so selfless, always thinking of others first, and that is such a huge turn-on.”
He begins his assault again on my neck, kissing and licking at my skin. My body is so flushed and I’m so turned on right now. Silas’s oral assault on my neck and shoulder lasts for what feels like forever. He keeps one hand on my breast and the other one grips my braid, pulling my head back further and to the side.
Silas places his nose against my skin, and I can hear him inhale. “God, you smell good. Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I nod because I just can’t speak, but Silas spanks my ass, and I bite my lip to keep from yelping. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
He groans and I feel it all through my body. “Good girl. I want you to go upstairs, strip out of your clothes, but leave your shoes on.” His tongue touches my earlobe, and I do a full-body shiver. “Then I want you to stand facing the cross, and wait for me to come up there.”
Silas backs away from me and I walk toward the stairs on shaky legs, keeping one hand on the wall as I head upstairs. I didn’t even notice he had the cross out earlier, but my stomach dips every time I see it. I reach behind me and pull my zipper down until my dress flutters to the floor in a pool of blush silky material.
I’m hyperaware of everything right now. I fidget as I wait for Silas and what he’s going to do to me. His footsteps echo through the room as he walks up the stairs. My nipples harden as his footsteps get closer. The room is dark, only the moonlight shining in and casting a subtle, romantic glow in our room.
The warmth of Silas’s body radiates as he moves in close to me. In a million years I never thought I’d find a man or want one, especially one like Silas, but I can’t imagine my life without him in it now. We had a rough start, and hell, a rough middle, but I look forward to our future, a future I never thought I’d have.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” he whispers against my ear.
I again do a full-body shiver, but smile and answer my man eagerly, “Yes, Sir.”
Epilogue
Silas
Six Months Later
“Are you nervous?” Stefan asks. I turn to my best friends, who both smile at me because they know I’m not.
We’re standing in Brit’s parents’ backyard and I’m waiting impatiently for my girl to come out so I can make her my wife. I proposed a month ago at a Cubs game, which was fitting since it was after a Cubs game that she first gave herself to me. I know my girl isn’t into jewelry, so her engagement ring is a thin gold band with both of our birthstones on it.
She began to cry when I got down on one knee and everyone around us started cheering, but I only had eyes for my girl. Britain screamed yes, and then tackled me right there. Needless to say we didn’t stay for the rest of the game.
We decided we didn’t want to wait to get married, and since Britain still hates to wear dresses, we made the decision to have the ceremony in her parents’ backyard in the personalized Cubs jerseys she ordered us and shorts. On the invitations, we’ve asked everyone to wear sports gear.
My future brother and already brother-in-law, Keith and Marcus, join our huddle. They’re both wearing their Cubs jerseys. “What’s up, guys?”
“Can I just say that I’m so fucking happy our sister is not making us wear tuxes?” Keith says with a smile. Of course they’d do it for their sister if that’s what Britain wanted.
“Places, everyone,” my future mother-in-law shouts.
Sam Cooke starts playing through some speakers. First Beth comes walking toward the front with a Cubs-colored bouquet in one hand and her and Keith’s newborn son, Gunner, in her other arm. They’re both decked out in Cubs gear, as were Annie and Bridgette as they came down the makeshift aisle.
The moment my girl appears at the top of the deck stairs, I’m speechless—Britain is gorgeous and dressed exactly like she was when we went to our first Cubs game together and the night she gave me the gift of her virginity. I laugh because she’s even got the C painted on her cheek.
