Free Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection by Selena Kitt

with every deep thrust, her teeth raking his skin. His cock
felt even more swollen somehow, filling her completely, and she
felt him tense, the hard, flat expanse of his belly slapping
against hers as he gave into his own lust.
    “I’m going to come,” she whispered into his
ear, feeling the quiver of her pussy around the pounding heat of
his cock. “Oh you make me come so hard. It’s so close. I can feel
it. Right…oh…right there…Silas…”
    He groaned and thrust deep, her imminent
pleasure forcing him to give into his own, his thighs spreading her
so wide she thought she might break apart like a wishbone and still
she wouldn’t have cared. She’d gotten her wish. He cried out and
called her name and buried his face against her neck. She felt
every glorious pulse of his cock as he filled her with the white
hot spurts of his release.
    “Almost there,” she whimpered, rolling her
hips, arching up, and he moaned loudly and clasped her to him as
her climax came in just behind his own, her pussy milking his
still-spasming cock. Jolee threw her head back and let herself go,
quivering beneath him, barely able to breathe, taking all of his
weight and still wanting more.
    “How did you get in?” Silas asked, still on
top of her as they rested. He petted her, stroking her hair.
    She wrapped her arms around him, as if she
could get closer. “The door was unlocked.”
    He rolled them up in the covers like a
cocoon, pulling her with him, impossibly hard still inside of her,
and they stayed that way, joined together, Jolee sleeping on top of
him. But it was still dark when she felt him carrying her naked to
her own bed before she even knew what was happening. He tucked her
in, kissing her forehead.
    “Silas?” she asked sleepily, reaching for
him. She kissed his mouth in the darkness, her body instantly
remembering, wanting.
    “Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll see you
in the morning,”
    And then he was gone and Jolee found herself
alone, wishing for his warmth as the door down the hall closed and
locked her out again.
    * * * *
    Silas had never really been afraid of
anything. When he was young, his father had labeled him “fearless,”
and he was. It wasn’t always a good thing. He took risks others
wouldn’t, especially when an injustice was involved. Bullies ran
the other way when Silas came along. Tyranny or inequity in any
form raised his hackles, and often his fists. He’d discovered that
fighting fire with fire, and fighting dirty if he had to, was a
good strategy, even if it wasn’t the most popular, honest or lawful
one.
    He’d faced down everything, from bullies to
criminals to black bears. Once, in a bar, he’d taken a bullet that
missed his spine by inches. It had been meant for a woman he didn’t
even know, but the man who fired the gun had punched her before
pulling out his weapon—and that was all the information Silas had
needed. He couldn’t count how many times he’d faced death or the
possibility of death, and even that didn’t frighten him.
    But he was afraid now. He was afraid of the
hundred-and-twenty pound woman in his house, who had taken over his
life and the way he lived it, in so many ways. She terrified him,
that tiny slip of a girl. He hadn’t thought about another woman
since Isabelle, hadn’t even considered the possibility. There was
no reason to—Isabelle had been the perfect woman, perfect for him
in every way, and you couldn’t improve on perfection.
    But Jolee had been thrown into his life, had
found her way into his heart, and he couldn’t deny it anymore. In
the midst of protecting her, caring for her, guarding her against
the possibility of his brother’s harm—and he had to admit, part of
him had been thinking about Isabelle when he was doing those
things—he had fallen for her. The ghost of his dead wife had faded
in the light of Jolee’s smile, her quick temper, her soft hands
and, last night, her lush, full body.
    It wasn’t Isabelle he thought