Can We Teach Them? (Sequel to Can You Teach Me?)

Chapter 4 Birthday

Chapter 4 Birthday

"Happy 18th Birthday, Superman!"  I giddily laughed as I jumped on top of his sleeping form.  Kota brought me over at five in the morning so I could be the first one to tell him.  It was important to me that I am the first to wish the birthday boy a Happy Birthday.  I don't know why, but I feel it is important that I acknowledge their special days first.  Call me crazy.

"Aggele, what time is it?"  Silas trapped me in his warm embrace and rolled over slightly so that I was now halfway caged between Silas's large stature and the bed.  Of course, he wasn't actually lying on top of me.  He consciously avoids hurting me with his weight.

I tighten my strangle hold around his massive chest and hook my ankles around his hips.  "It's time to claim your birthday kiss."  I try to sound saucy, but to my own ears, it comes out sounding more like a squeaky mouse.  Ugh!

Silas rumbled with deep laughter, the vibrations sending tingles throughout my body.  "Am I now?"  He looked down at me, his pointer finger tipping my chin up so that we were only an inch apart.  "And what if I want more than a birthday kiss?  Do I get to have whatever I want?  It is my birthday, after all."

My eyes grew a little wider, the hint of a smile tugging at my lips.  Was I ready for our relationship to include all things physical?  Yes.  Did I want to have to say it out loud?  No.

Silas shook his head, no, before claiming what was rightfully his.  His lips were so soft and warm, yet powerful and demanding.  He held himself off of me with his legs and one elbow while the other hand lazily explored and caressed my left leg from my knee to my butt.  Just as his tongue delved into the recesses of my mouth, Silas palmed my left butt cheek and greedily squeezed.

I let out an involuntary yelp and accidentally bit his tongue in the process.  "Ow, shit, son of a motherless goat!"  He rolled off of me and covered his mouth with his hand.  I shot up to a kneeling position, my hands flitting over his chest and face as if somehow I could swish my hand and make the pain I caused disappear like magic.  No such luck.

As Silas groaned and mumbled about my tiny teeth being razor sharp, Kota came sauntering in.  "Sounds like you are awake now.  Happy Birthday, man.  Although, I have yet to figure out who exactly is this son of a motherless goat you are referring to."  Kota pushed the bridge of his glasses up his nose and chuckled softly.  Silas waved his hand in the air in dismissal toward Kota before he hoisted his body out of bed. 

He grabbed a pair of navy blue cargo shorts and a Red Sox t-shirt that were laid across his desk chair and donned them before I could blink three times.  "Let's go before I sustain any more injuries. I'd like to officially begin adulthood fully intact.  Besides, I'm sure Luke has a huge unhealthy breakfast waiting for me somewhere."  His white teeth radiated the smile he was wearing in the light of the dawn.

Kota nodded, "He does, at the diner."  Kota put his arm around my shoulders to guide me back toward the living room.  "We'll wait for you at the car.  I'm sure Charlie wants his moment today before we monopolize your time."

"Most likely."  Silas agreed.  "This is probably his last time to do so in person."  Silas headed toward the bathroom at the end of the hall and we turned left toward the front door. 

Just as Kota closed the front door, I heard the boisterous boom of Charlie wishing his son a "welcome to adulthood" birthday greeting and backslap.  The backslap was so loud, I thought a whip had been cracked nearby.  Kota just chuckled and shook his head indolently.

Silas eventually made his way downstairs and folded himself into Kota's new Ford F-150 quad cab.  It surprised me when North went with us two weeks ago to look at new cars, that North insisted the truck be white.  I quirked my eyebrow at North, usually everything with him is black, especially vehicles.  "Sang Baby, if Kota wants to blend in with an actual truck, not an SUV, it needs to be white.  Almost every business out there uses white trucks."  I didn't care what color it was, I was just surprised North suggested anything other than black.