My Ex’s Roommates: Chapter 24

Never in a million years would I have ever believed that Silas would paint my toenails. I had to have crossed into an alternative universe. He was a huge man holding a bottle of nail polish that his hands made look miniature sized and he was so focused that I probably could’ve dropped the blanket covering my naked body and he wouldn’t have noticed. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he held my foot in his lap and slowly dragged the brush over my nails. As gentle as he was, his grip on my foot was firm and offered no room for movement. He was keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

“Do you normally paint your nails while completely naked with your door unlocked, princess?” With his head down, Silas looked through his thick lashes at me. “If so, just how often?”

I rolled my eyes. “No. Well, sometimes. I normally live alone when I do it. I was just letting my lotion soak in and figured I’d paint my nails while I sat here. I didn’t plan on anyone barging in. Aren’t you supposed to be at practice?”

“It ended. I was supposed to go to a party but I wanted to check on you.” He smirked. “And I’ve never been happier to have skipped a party.”

“If you love painting nails so much maybe you should reconsider your major.” I laughed at the scowl he sent me. “If it’s not the nail painting, Silas, I don’t know why you’re so happy to be here.”

He finished one foot and moved to the other. “It definitely doesn’t have anything to do with you being naked under that very thin blanket.”

I blushed. “Shut up.”

We both fell into a tense silence as he worked. I watched him closely, noticing the way the muscles in his shoulders bunched as he moved certain ways, and the way his eyes moved up my bare legs every few seconds. He was tan everywhere I could see and I swallowed at the idea of the places he might not have been tan. There was just something alluring about Silas. Even when he’d been an asshole, there was something about him that made me want to get closer to feel his wrath. I’d never allowed myself that before, getting closer. Maybe it’s time to change that.

His hands were hot against the skin of my feet and ankles and his touch sent my body into a tailspin. I was terrified that he’d be able to smell my arousal from that close and that tightrope of concern just made me hotter. My grip on the blanket loosened the longer he was there, until I found myself wondering what he’d do if I just let the blanket go.

I’d lost my mind. It was Silas I was thinking of flashing. Silas, the same guy who’d made me want to break things. But he was also Silas, the guy who’d taken me to see my brothers and held me afterwards while I cried. I wasn’t naive enough to think that Silas was anyone’s Prince Charming, but I was turned on enough to believe that he could be a good choice I made for myself.

He finished with my toenails and dipped his head to blow on them while holding my gaze. There was a searching vibe to his look and when I didn’t move, I got the feeling that he was going to pull away. I hadn’t shown him enough of a green light to do whatever else he was thinking about.

That wasn’t good enough. I wanted him. I also wasn’t Jake so I had to be honest. “I need to tell you something.”

He cupped the back of my calves to lift my feet from his lap. “What is it?”

He was already standing up. I was going too slow. “I slept with Dylan. I slept with him a few days ago but we both decided that it was probably best that it be a one-time thing.”

Silas paused with his back to me, just a few feet from the door. “Why are you telling me, Harper?”

I stood up, still clutching the blanket. “I’m telling you because I want you. Maybe I’m way off but I feel like you might want me, too. I know I’m supposed to be coy or play it cool or some stupid shit like that, but I’m being honest. I want you. For tonight. Just one night, the same as it was with Dylan.”

He blew out a deep breath and walked the rest of the way to the door. My stomach sank and shame burned through me but then I heard the door lock click and the shame was burned away with nervous excitement. When he turned around to face me, I felt the air leave my body at the look on his face.

“Drop the blanket, princess.” His voice was quiet, his tone dark. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and cocked his head to the side. “Be sure this is what you want, Harper.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m the one who initiated this. You be sure that this is what you want, Silas.”

His lips twitched higher on one side. “How did I ever think you were one of Jake’s normal, dead inside choices? More so, how did you avoid showing all of this fucking attitude for two years?”

I shrugged, letting the blanket droop on one side. “How did you avoid showing any kind of decency for two years?”

His smile was more of a snarl. “You think this is decency, princess? I’ve been picturing your mouth around my cock for weeks.”

For some reason I wanted to poke the bear. “Huh. You and Dylan are pretty similar, I guess.”

Eyes flashing, he took a step towards me. “Drop. The. Blanket.”

I let it fall to my feet and held my breath as his eyes devoured me. He didn’t hide any of the hunger from his face as he drank me in. His hands balled into fists at his side and he slowly shook his head while stepping closer.

“Dylan was your second then?” He saw my surprise. “Jake bragged about taking your virginity.”

Instead of a feeling of ick hitting me over the head, I chose to think about Silas hearing about me, about my body, and the way he would’ve reacted. “What did you think? When he told you that and that I was good at sucking dick?”

Inching closer, Silas never dropped his gaze from mine. “I thought that your pretty mouth was wasted on an asshole like Jake. I also wondered if he was right because how would he know what a good blow job was with a dick that small? I imagined you’d see a dick like mine and run screaming.”

It should’ve been degrading to hear him talk about me like that but it just sent flames licking up and down my spine. “Sounds like you’re fishing for a trial run.”

He closed the gap between us and gripped the back of my neck. “When I’m ready for your mouth on my dick, I’ll take a page from your book and be upfront about it. I’ll just tell you that I want you to get on your knees and worship my cock.”

I lost my breath when his other hand tightened in my hair. He was holding me tight, keeping me where he wanted me. I’d never been with anyone so dominant and I found myself still wanting to push him to see how far he’d go. “I’ve never been very religious, Silas.”

“That just won’t do, princess.” He pushed me to my knees, one hand still in my hair. “Time to go to church.”

I stared up at him, half in shock and half so incredibly turned on that everything he said sounded like a great plan. “Really, Silas?”

His grin was devastatingly handsome. “What don’t you understand about me wanting you to worship my cock?”