Who Killed Aylee?

Chapter 12

Penny

 Sitting at the table with the club discussing the run one more time. I can see the worry and trepidation in their eyes. I can tell they think it's not going to work. Truth is it won't. After time with Silas I feel a new need to do all I can even if that means getting hurt myself.

" This will work. We will make it work. I promise we will make it to the homebase in time." I try to sound positive.

" You don't know that" Asher chimes in. " You say that every time Penny and its been fucked up a lot."

"It's your head on the chopping block Penny." Miller says " I don't want that for you. This has to work."

I look at Silas in his black hoodie watching my every word. Like everything I say is magic. I want to walk over and kiss him but I have to look away as he winks at me. I feel the blush run up my neck and face. I just hope no one notices.

" She will be just fine, gentlemen." Silas stands up. " She has us to back her and we don't want anything to happen to her. So we won't be screwing this up." Everyone is shocked by him saying anything. He never talks in the meetings unless spoken to.

We leave to get ready for the run. I head to my room and grab my hoodie and start to braid my hair, same routine as always, when the door bursts open. Silas walks in. He doesn't give me a minute to turn when he grabs me and pulls me to him. Eagerness in his kiss, in his touch. He picks me up and wraps me around the waist pushing his hips into mine. Kissing me like his life depends on it.

" It was so hard to sit there and watch you be such a badass controlling the room." He says lifting my shirt and exposing my breast to his mouth. I let out a moan, he pulls just a bit with his teeth. " I need you again. Spend tonight with me?"

" Haven't you had enough of me?" I laugh running my hands through his thick dark hair.

" Never, not a chance." He says now kissing my neck. " Just a little before the run, some relaxing connection. I think that will help us both. Don't you think, my little star?" His hot whispers turn me on so much and all I want to do is let him fuck me right her in the doorway to my bedroom closet.

" Silas, we don't have time." I plead. So nervous about what I am about to do. Knowing this could be my last time in this house if they find out what I have done. Then I won't have him. I won't be able to choose to be with him tonight or not.

He looks at his watch. Body still pinned against me. His eyes begging me more than his words are. "We have fifteen minutes. That is plenty of time. I can't wait until after." He looks at me for my last chance decision. Have him now or possibly never again. " Please give me you."

" You're right." I say pulling back in for a kiss.

His strong hands pull down my leggings and I make quick work of his jeans. I reach over and lock the door. He picks me back up and slides a thumb over my slit making my moan.

" Now be a good girl and be quiet." He says low with that smirk that is all mine. He only has that smirk for me. He is mine. He goes slow even though we have minutes to get dressed and ready to go. I let him control the speed. I like letting him take the reins. Letting him take his time. I like that he doesn't rush his need for me.

His lips find my neck and then my lips again. Pushing me closer to the wall. He could throw me through the wall, I would get up and beg yes sir again, please. He would never do that but he has that effect on me, that scares me. A grunt and a faster pace starts. I bite his bottom lip and he squeezes my thighs with his thick fingers. His grip is strong enough to bruise me, I like it. I want to see it later and know it was him that did it, while holding me. While in this moment. Not anyone else. Just us.