Seventeen

Being in Teagan's house as a guest feels different. When I walk past her bedroom, the night in there flashes in my mind. That's twice now. I've had my hands on her as the mask but never as myself. Although I'm sure she thinks the first time was a dream, I'll let her believe that—she needs to fix the lock on her bedroom window.

"Here, I'll take that. If you want to grab plates." Teagan points to a cupboard next to the sink.

I hand her the bag of food and watch her while she takes each container out and sets them on the island. She hasn't said much since Mr. Li's comment, and her mood shifted. I grab the plates, setting one in front of her.

"You doing okay? You had an eventful day. Did you wanna talk about it?"

I watch as she sits across from me, absentmindedly moving her plate. "Not overly. Can we eat, please?"

I know when to talk and when not to. But this isn't Teagan. I feel like she's keeping something from me, and it's bothering me not being able to figure out how to support her. I want to share my past with her, but I'm worried it might cause problems between us.

"My parents weren't there for me when I needed them. They only looked out for themselves; I was just their meal ticket to get what they wanted. I moved out when I was sixteen, and I've been alone since then. I've done some shady shit to get where I am now, Teagan. I'm not proud of it. Don't get me wrong, taking care of yourself is important. But being vulnerable and sharing your feelings can be tough, too." I reach out for her hand. "So many people have screwed me around; I have a hard time trusting others. I don't intentionally mean to block you out; it happens naturally. My walls are built so strong I can't even get over them."

"Silas, I just want to know you more. You can't blame me for wanting to dig into that brain of yours, and I'm sorry for being nosey. I'm trying to respect your boundaries and not ask that many questions, but you are a mystery."

"I answered a few questions."

"You avoid is what you do. It's not your fault."

I let go of her hand and reach for the food, avoiding her. "I don't mean to; it's how I was raised."

She grabs my hand, stopping me. "Silas, I want you to know I would never underestimate you for being honest about your feelings. Your feelings are important to me."

I stare into her dark green eyes, only now noticing how they shift colours depending on the lighting. "Teagan, when you discover who I am, you'll want me out of your life."

"That isn't true. You don't know until you at least try. Why don't you trust me?"

As the person who low-key follows your every move, I fear that confessing my creeping ways will totally derail our vibe. Yeah, that'll definitely go smoothly. I might as well just tell her I'm a car thief for all the luck I'll have.

"Try me."

"Teagan, you're pushing." I feel myself getting annoyed.

"Good. Maybe a little push is what you need to get out of that shell."

I slide out of her hold and position myself behind her. Gently pushing her hair aside, I lean close to her ear and speak softly. "I don't think you want to push me. You might not like what happens."

"I might like it," she whispers, without looking back.

I run my fingers through her hair, intertwining them deeply, and tug her head back. I marvel at how her pupils dilate and hear her take a deep breath. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yeah. I want anything with you."

I slowly spin her chair and push my legs between hers. With a stroke of her face, I lean in close. "You have two options, Dimples. On the counter or the bed. Either way, this pussy is mine." I release her hair and press it against her clit.

"Silas, I don't care where we do it, just fuck me."

I've been waiting to hear those words, fuck the bedroom. With a swift movement, I lift her and set her on the island. I will always be in awe of Teagan's beauty, and I am constantly amazed by the fact that she still wants to be my friend. It truly warms my heart. But who cares about that now, my mind is preoccupied with more pressing matters .

"I'm gonna finish my dinner now if you don't mind." I push her back and unbutton her jeans. With a tug, she lifts her hips, and I slip her jeans off, exposing her pussy. God, I love that she doesn't wear underwear.

"Silas, can I tell you something."

My hands freeze on her ankles. "Always, don't ever hold back."

She sits up and nibbles her bottom lip. "I um."

I slide my hands up her legs, stopping at her hip. "It's alright. Tell me."

"No one has ever gone down on me before."

Oh, I landed in heaven. "I got you. Lay back, and let me show you what it's all about."

I gently wait for her to completely lay down before carefully pulling her to the counter's edge. Looking up at her, I notice she is staring at the ceiling. "Teagan, eyes on me. Tell me if it gets too much, and I'll stop."

"Okay." She watches me as I move her legs over my shoulders. I slowly lower my head.

The first lick makes her gasp, and her hands grip the edge of the counter; I slide my hands under her ass, pulling her closer to my face. Her taste is intoxicating; I'll never get enough of her, no matter how much I get close.

Her hands weave into my hair, grabbing a fistful when I nibble her clit.

"Silas, fuck."

My dick presses against my jeans, protesting. I slide one hand off her legs and unsnap my jeans. I stroke along the length of my dick with each glide along her pussy. I'm not sure who I'm torturing her or me, but I'm not gonna last much longer. Her hips rise off the counter, her moans filling the room.

"I need you, Teagan."

"Here, take me here," she blurted out.

I gently lift her by the arms, helping her to sit up and face me. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she clasps her hands around my neck. My eyes look intensely onto hers; neither one could escape. Her beauty is something I'll never forget. She slips her hand around my dick.

"Fuck, Dimples. Squeeze me a little harder; I wanna feel you gripping me tight."

I close my eyes and rest my head on her shoulder as she strokes my dick. The sensation is unbelievable; I finally have her hands on me, and it's everything I dreamed of.

"Just like that, fuck don't stop." Her hand moves faster, and I move my hand between her leg, finding her clit. She tightens her grip when I apply pressure with my fingertip. I feel her warm breath softly brushing against my ear.

"Shit."

"You're not coming unless it's around my dick." With a swift motion, I step back and flip her over. Positioning myself, I slip deep inside. Her inner muscles grip me tight, and I have to hold back from coming. "Fuck, love, you're so tight."

She presses her ass back, and I grasp her waist and shoulder, driving deeper. Sweet moans fall from her lips, and it makes my dick harder.

"Where do you want me to finish?"

"Inside, don't stop."

I slam into her hard, making her legs give out. I hold her upright until she squeezes me tight; as she gets close, I pull her into my chest, thrusting faster as she comes.

"Shit, Silas." She groans.

A few seconds later, I find my own release. Feeling a wave of emotion, I gently bring my head to her neck and plant a soft kiss.

"I'm going to go clean up. I'll be right back." She doesn't even look back as she says it, and now I'm just standing here, second-guessing myself. Did I mess up somehow?

Pulling up my pants, I wash my hands in the kitchen sink and tidy up the food, feeling concerned when Teagan hasn't emerged from the bathroom. I move to the bathroom to see what she's up to; I find her sitting on her bed in pajamas.

"Teagan? What's wrong?" I sink onto my knees before her, taking her hands into mine.

"Did we make a mistake?"

My heart drops. "Why would this be a mistake?"

"Because, Silas. We're friends. This is going to change how we see each other now."

"No, love. Nothing will change. I'm still Sunshine, and you're still Dimples. Nothing will change. You can still yell at me when I don't do my job correctly if that makes you feel better."

She laughs. "If my shop ever opens again."

"You still have to tell me what happened."

She pulls my hands away, falls back onto the bed and groans. "Please don't. I wasn't thinking and didn't think Taylor would arrest me. He's such a pussy."

I climb on the bed, pulling her into my side. "Yeah, but I like your pussy more."

She slaps my arm. "Don't start."

"I can finish if you want." I run my hand down her stomach, but she stops me.

"Can we just sleep?"

"Of course." I pull the blanket over us and smooth her hair.

No matter how often I reassure her, I can't shake the feeling that this has altered our relationship. Perhaps it was easier when I wore a mask and stayed a stranger.