Right Man, Right Time
: Chapter 21

Ollie: I had a hell of a time covering up all your bite marks this morning.

Silas: Am I supposed to feel bad about that?

Ollie: A little sympathy would be nice.

Silas: Not sorry. Let everyone know who you belong to when they ask about them.

Ollie: I’m going to start nibbling your dick, so your teammates know who *you* belong to.

Silas: I welcome it. Nibble away.

Ollie: Don’t threaten me with a good time.

Silas: Pretty sure that would be a good time for me.

Ollie: Have I told you how much I love your dick?

Silas: Not nearly enough.

Ollie: I think about it constantly.

Silas: Once again, don’t make me hard in front of my guys.

Ollie: Can’t you control yourself?

Silas: Can’t *you* control *yourself*?

Ollie: No. Get used to it.

Silas: At least you’re honest.

Ollie: Will you come to my place after the game tonight? I have plans.

Silas: I’ll be wherever you want me to be.

Ollie: Good answer. Good luck tonight.

Silas: Thanks, baby.

“YOUR SMILE IS CONTAGIOUS,” Ross says as he comes up to my booth in the student union, where I’m munching on a salad. “And you did a shit job covering your hickeys.”

“I was just telling Silas how I had a hell of a time covering them up.” I save the article I’m working on and turn my attention to Ross, who sits across from me. “How are you?”

“Good.” He smiles. “Saw Ian last night.”

“Did you?”

Ross nods. “He took me out to this really nice steak restaurant. We spent the whole night chatting about nothing and everything, and when it came time to say goodbye, he asked if I wanted to go back to his place.”

“Please tell me you said yes.”

“Of course I did.” He leans forward and whispers, “Hockey bodies are unlike anything I’ve ever touched.”

“Tell me about it,” I say, thinking about Silas and his naked self.

“Broad chests, tiny waists, muscles everywhere.” Ross sighs. “I honestly feel inferior when I’m around him. I feel like I have to try harder.”

“Stop it,” I say. “You have an amazing body, and if Ian didn’t think so, he wouldn’t be inviting you back to his place.”

“True.” The corners of his mouth pull up. “He is such a dom, Ollie. He owns every part of the bedroom.”

“That’s so hot.”

“Is Silas the same way?”

“He is,” I say, thinking about our night together. “He likes to control every aspect of what we do. He tells me what to do but also asks what I need. He’s considerate and thoughtful. He prefers to pleasure me, and I prefer to pleasure him, so sometimes it feels like we’re fighting over who gets to make the other come.”

“I could see that in him. I can also see that in the bite marks all over your neck.”

I press my hand to my neck. “Things got a little out of hand last night.”

“Everyone on campus can see that.”

“Do you have any bite marks?” I ask.

“No, but Ian loved smacking my ass last night, so that’s a touch sore.”

I reach across the table and take Ross’s hand in mine. “Oh my God, Silas did that to me. I’ve never been spanked before, and I swear to you, I almost came when he did it the first time.”

“Really? I had to get used to it, but once I did, I really enjoyed how he slapped it and then soothed his hand over where he smacked me.”

I shake my head in disbelief. “How did we get so lucky? Doesn’t it feel weird that everything is falling into place for us?”

“It does. I feel like something is brewing that can’t be good.”

“Or you can think about it like we’ve earned this in life,” I say, trying to find the positive in all of this. “Just because things are going right, doesn’t mean they’re going to go wrong.”

“I know, but my dating life has been tragic at best,” Ross says. “And yours has too. Yonny was anything but a good boyfriend. He was terrible, and then you randomly kiss some guy in a bar, and he happens to be the sex god you’ve always dreamed of? Doesn’t that feel like too good to be true?”

“A bit,” I say, thinking about it. “But I think Silas and I were supposed to meet each other. Was it a risk just randomly kissing him so I could prove Candace wrong and shove it in her face? Of course. But it feels like we were meant to meet that night. He helped me feel confident and beautiful again, while I helped him find value in himself after being cheat—uh . . .” I glance away. Fuck. “I mean, after he and his ex broke up.”

Ross pauses and studies me. “What were you going to say?” I roll my lips together, mentally cursing myself. “Were you going to say Silas was cheated on?”

Panic eclipses me. “No, he, uh . . . they just broke up. That’s it. I wasn’t going to say cheated.” As if my panic is believable. God, how could I have said that out loud? So casually? I swore to him I would never say anything, and here I am, almost dropping the bomb. What the hell is wrong with me?

Absolute betrayal. Tears fill my eyes as my throat grows tight.

Ross notices my panic and reaches across the table to take my hand. “I won’t say anything, I swear on my life, Ollie.”

I nod, believing him, but still hating myself. “Okay . . .”

He squeezes my hand. “I promise.”

“Thank you,” I reply solemnly.

“Hey.” He squeezes my hand again. “It’s going to be okay. You two were meant to find each other. I know it.” I nod as a tear slips down my cheek. “Don’t be upset.”

I swipe my cheek. “I swore I wouldn’t say anything.” I take a deep breath and pick up a napkin to blot my eyes. “God, I’m an idiot.”

“It’s okay, Ollie. Hey, how about we talk about something else? How’s the article?”

Yeah, let’s talk about anything other than the betrayal that caused Silas to close off his heart.

“Good,” I answer, shaking the panic from my voice. “I’m almost done. I have a few finishing touches, but I really hope Roberts likes it. I dove into the daily life of a hockey player, what they deal with, their commitments, and I even touched upon the Agitators organization. How they protect their players at all costs, and how the players are held to higher standards. But it’s why they’re champions. I really hope it’s what Roberts is looking for.”

“I’m not sure it’s what he’ll be looking for exactly, but I also believe it will be captivating and he’ll let it slide.”

“I hope so,” I say. “I really worked hard on it.”

“Did you let Silas read it?”

“Yes, he read it this morning and approved. Then he went down on me.”

Ross chuckles. “That man loves pussy, doesn’t he?”

I laugh and nod, feeling a touch better. I know I can count on Ross. I’m glad it was him I slipped up to and not someone else. “He does. And I love that he loves it so much.”

“I bet you do.” Ross wiggles his brows.

I STEP into the quaint coffee shop and look around. Exposed beams run along the ceiling while a variety of plants open up the space, making it feel like a jungle. Hence the name Jungle Café. I’ve never been here, but from the pine wood floors to the delicious aroma and the adorable booths that extend at least seven feet high and connect bulbed lights from one end to the other, there’s no doubt I’ll be bringing Ross here to get some work done.

From the corner of my eye, I catch someone waving, so I turn and find Winnie with two large cups in front of her.

I weave through the tables and sit in the seat across from her. “Oh my God, it’s adorable in here.”

“I know. It’s my favorite place to do my work.” She hands me one cup. “Caramel latte, just for you.”

“You’re so sweet. Thank you.”

“I’m just glad we got to find some time alone to sit and talk.” Winnie is probably the cutest person ever. Such a bright smile with golden-blonde hair and a welcoming personality. It’s obvious why Pacey fell for her and quickly at that. They make such a cute couple.

“I’m grateful. This whole dating a hockey player thing is completely new to me.”

“Well, I’ll be your guide and help you through the unexpected bumps. Also, it will be nice to know someone who is going through it as well.”

“Aren’t you close with Penny, Hornsby’s girl?”

“Yes,” Winnie answers. “But she’s also been super pregnant, so she’s on a different level.”

“Ooof, I don’t want that to happen to me for a bit.”

Winnie chuckles. “You have a lot of time to worry about that. Unless . . . you’re not careful with Silas.”

I lift my coffee to my lips. “I’m careful. Very careful.”

“Good.” She smirks. “I’m really happy Silas found you. I know I said that before, but I am. He’s such a good guy. It’s so nice to see him happy.”

“Well, he makes me happy too.”

“I hope this isn’t too presumptuous, but he told Pacey and me about your fake arrangement.”

“I figured he did.”

“How on earth did you have the confidence to just go up to him and kiss him? I doubt I could ever do that.”

“Desperation makes us do funny things.” I set my coffee down. “There’s this girl I work with who I can’t stand. She’s the type of person who acts cordially to your face while sneaking in insults, and then when you’re not around, plots how to take you down.”

“Oh, don’t you just love people like that?”

“Yeah, they’re the best,” I say with an eye roll. “Well, she’s been out to get me ever since I took one of her Post-it Notes, and she hasn’t let up. She was even put in charge of the end-of-summer assignments and gave me hockey, something I knew nothing about. The night we found out was the night I met Silas. She goaded me at the bar we were hanging out at, and that’s when I discovered she was dating my ex.”

Winnie winces. “Oof, that could not have gone over well.”

“It did not. I wanted to save face and said that my boyfriend was at the bar too. When they didn’t believe me, I saw Silas by himself, walked up to him, and told him I was going to kiss him. When he didn’t tell me no, I did it.”

Winnie chuckles. “That’s so amazing.”

“After that, we made an agreement to help each other out, which you know about already. Honestly, I didn’t think it would turn into this, but if I look back at it, I wonder how it could not. Silas is unlike anyone I’ve ever met. The way he makes sure that I’m okay, that I have everything I need . . .” I press my hand to the necklaces he gave me. “He’s truly everything I want.”

“That makes me so happy. You two are seriously the cutest.”

“Thank you. I kind of wish we didn’t start this relationship during the season, because it makes it more difficult, but we’re working it out.”

“It’s hard for sure,” Winnie says. “But it has its bonuses.”

“Oh?” I ask.

Winnie glances to the side. “Have you experienced the post-game adrenaline sex yet?”

I perk up. “I mean, we’ve had sex after his game, and it was the most incredible sex of my entire life.”

Winnie slowly nods when bringing her cup to her mouth. “Expect that after every home game. Every . . . home . . . game.”

My palms start to sweat at the thought of those kind of orgasms rolling in every other day. “Seriously?”

“Yup. I even asked Penny, same thing with her. They have so much energy and adrenaline that they become rabid beasts after games. I don’t even bother with clothes anymore when Pacey comes home. He knows exactly where to find me, naked and in bed.”

“Is Pacey the best sex you’ve ever had?”

“Hands down. What about you and Silas?”

“He is,” I say, my chest feeling full for this man. “He’s the best all around.”

“It’s so freeing to be able to talk about this stuff with someone. I can’t talk to my best friend Katherine about it because she’s a touch uptight and prudish. And then Max, my other best friend, well, he keeps asking me when I’m going to introduce him to Ian Rivers.”

I wince. “Uh . . . I might have had Silas introduce my friend Ross to him.”

“Noooo,” Winnie says, biting down on her finger. “Shit, did they hit it off?”

I slowly nod. “They did.”

“Crap.” Winnie leans against the back of her seat. “Max is absolutely going to kill me.”

I chuckle. “I’m sorry.”

Winnie waves me off. “Don’t be sorry. It’s my fault. I should have whored him out sooner. Ugh . . . what the hell am I going to say?” Winnie taps her chin. “I don’t suppose your friend Ross and Ian would be interested in a threesome?” Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“I could always ask,” I say as we both laugh.

MY DORM DOOR opens and clicks shut.

Anticipation sears through me as I wait on my bed.

I’ve been thinking about Silas all day. I even watched his game with Ross. They won again, and Silas scored as well as Holmes. He looked so smooth out there on the ice. I’m truly impressed by his talent.

After the game, I came back to my place and slipped out of my sweats into a pair of lace underwear that barely covers my butt. I paired it with a black crop top, something I know he loves. I considered the whole naked thing, like Winnie said, but I also really liked the idea of Silas peeling my clothes off.

He steps into the main part of my living space, and when I see him come into view, dressed in a suit, hair wet from his shower, I feel my entire body heat as if I’m standing over a fire, flames ablaze.

His eager eyes roam me from head to toe, and when he reaches my face, he says, “You look fucking good, babe.”

I smile. “So do you.”

He unbuttons his suit jacket and removes it, setting it on my desk. He also kicks off his shoes and closes the space between us. Gently, he slips his hand behind my head and lightly kisses me, increasing my need for him immediately.

I grip his shirt tightly as he slips a hand under my underwear and digs his fingers into my skin. I moan against his mouth, and he brings me to the edge of my bed, where I sit, releasing his mouth from mine.

Standing in front of me, with an obvious bulge in his pants, he undoes the buttons of his white shirt. Then he untucks it, letting it hang open so I get a glimpse of his well-carved body. He then undoes his belt and pants and lets those hang open as well.

“You had a good game today,” I say as I stand and push his shirt off his rock-hard shoulders.

“You watched?” he asks as my hands go to his pants, and I push those down as well, leaving him in only his briefs.

“Yes, Ross and I watched. He’s really getting into hockey. He was texting Mr. Mustard throughout the game.”

Silas steps out of his pants right before I tug him onto the bed and have him rest against the headboard. I straddle his lap and sit right on top of him.

His hands immediately fall to my rib cage, his thumbs teasing my breasts. “Do you know how many times you wore one of these crop tops and all I wanted to do was lift it up to suck and play with your tits?”

“Every time?” I ask, drawing circles on his chest.

“Yes. Every goddamn time.” He lets out a steady breath.

“Did you ever think about me while you touched yourself?”

“Many times,” he answers. “Too many times than I care to admit.”

I flick my finger over his nipple and feel his pelvis shift under me. “I find it so hot thinking about you jerking off to the thought of me.” His hands reach up under my crop top and cup my breasts. “Did you ever feel satisfied after?”

“Never,” he answers, his voice growing deeper as my hips move over his. “I always felt like I needed more, that I needed the real thing.”

“You have the real thing now,” I answer.

“Yeah,” he breathes as I grind down on him. “And I’m trying not to lose my goddamn mind as you move over me. I can’t just sit here and talk as if all my brain cells aren’t disintegrating by the second.”

I smirk. “Then tell me what you want to do to me.”

“Fuck you. Hard. Fast. And then do it all over again.” He rolls my nipple with his fingers.

I chuckle and shake my head.

“What?” he asks.

“Winnie was right.”

“She was right about what?”

I pepper kisses along his jaw as he pinches my nipples now, causing a wave of arousal to shoot between my legs. “That there’s a post-game sex adrenaline you guys have.” I kiss his cheek, then his lips, then his jaw.

“There is, and if I don’t fuck you soon, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

I chuckle and lift my arms for him to remove my shirt. “Well, fuck me then.”

He quickly removes my shirt, then rolls me to my back and pulls on my underwear. He tears them off and tosses them to the ground before spreading my legs and lowering himself.

“Hold on,” I say, pausing him. “I want you to put something on first.”

The confused look on his face is so cute. “You want me to wear a condom?”

“No. In my nightstand is a cock ring. Put it on.”

His eyes turn dark before he reaches and pulls open the drawer of my nightstand and finds the black cock ring. He holds it up between us and says, “Put it on me.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I have him sit back so I can pull his briefs off. When his erect penis comes into view, I can’t help myself. I dip down and suck in the tip.

“Babe,” he says, shifting my hair to the side so he can watch my mouth. I give him a few pulls before I release him and slip the cock ring around the base of him, and then with a smirk, I turn it on. His body jolts, and his hands grip the mattress. “Fucking hell.”

“Does it feel good?” I ask as I roll my tongue around the head again.

“Yes,” he says, his head falling back to the headboard. “Fuck yes, it feels good.”

Satisfaction races through me as I slip his cock inside my mouth. I feel the vibration against my tongue, and as I take him deeper, I enjoy the constraint I have on him, the tension in his thighs, and the stiffness in his body. Nothing is sexier to me than being able to make a man come from my mouth. I love having that kind of control. That kind of power.

I pull up to the tip and then swirl my tongue down his piercings, taking time on each one. When I reach the base where the cock ring is vibrating, I move back up, nipping the entire way.

“Shit.” He clenches his jaw. “More. Suck me in deep again.”

Loving that he loves my mouth, I part my lips and bring him to the back of my throat again. His girth doesn’t bother me, nor does his length. I revel in it. And since I don’t seem to have a gag reflex, I’m able to bring him deep.

I repeat my pulsing over his strained erection a few times until he releases a loud growl, causing me to pause. I glance up just in time to feel him lift me up off his dick and toss me backward on the bed. His crazed eyes meet mine. “I’m coming in that perfect cunt, not in your mouth.”

Mmm, yes, please.

His strong hand slides up my stomach, over my breasts, and up to my neck, where he grips me.

“I need to fuck you badly,” he says. “I’ll eat you out after, but I need release. Now.”

“Then fuck me, Silas.”

He positions his cock at my entrance, I spread even wider for him, pulling on my knees so he has better access, and he slides into me, one agonizing inch at a time. The vibration from the cock ring immediately hits me in just the right spot, and I know at that moment, with his hand on my throat and his massive cock stretching me out, I don’t stand a chance.

“Be rough,” I say. “Make me feel every inch of your massive cock.”

His eyes go wild, and he starts pumping hard, so hard that I slide across the bed until I’m right against the wall.

“Fuck me harder,” I say, his hand still gripping my neck, making me feel completely owned by him.

Because he’s pumping so aggressively into me, I release my legs and push one hand against the wall to steady us while my other hand grips his shoulder, where I dig my fingers into his back. “Harder, Silas. Fill me with your cum.”

“Goddammit,” he says as his hips pulse in and out of me, his abs firing as his body moves. The veins in his neck protrude, his muscular pecs bounce, and his grip grows tighter around my neck.

“You’re so big inside me. I can feel every inch of you.”

He pumps again.

And again.

And again, hitting me directly in the G-spot, sending me into a swirl of euphoria, my orgasm right there, ready to fall over.

“I’m going to masturbate to this when you’re gone,” I say. “To this very moment.”

He moans as he stretches tall, giving me an amazing view of his delicious abs. If he wasn’t so desperate, I would push him so I could lick every inch of his stomach.

“I never want to stop fucking you,” he says as he pulses and pauses, then pulses and pauses. The new friction matched with the vibration of his cock ring has my toes curling.

“Punish me. Choke me. I’m right there. Harder, Silas.”

“Fuck,” he says right before releasing himself and turning me onto my stomach. He props my hips up and slaps me so hard in the ass that tears spring to my eyes right before a wave of lust pulses down my legs. And then he does it again, the slap so loud that it echoes against the walls.

And just as he spanks me again, he inserts himself inside, making me feel so full that my stomach bottoms out.

“Fuck me deep, Silas.”

On another growl, he wraps my hair around his knuckles and tugs my head back right before spanking me so hard in the ass that I cry out in pleasure.

“Blister me,” I cry. “Again, Silas.”

He pulses inside me and spanks me again.

“Make me red.”

He grunts and slaps me again.

And again.

And again, until my pussy starts to convulse.

It’s too much. All of it. His cock. His control. His hand.

My orgasm pulses up my body, and with one more thrust, I spasm around his cock and scream his name.

“Ahhhhh . . . fuck.” He pumps a few more times, grumbles something unintelligible, then stills, his hands shaking my pelvis as his cock swells inside me, and he comes.

We moan together. Our orgasms matched right before we slowly tumble down from euphoria until we both collapse on top of the bed, the cock ring still vibrating.

“Jesus, Ollie,” he says as he reaches between us to turn off the cock ring and remove it. I feel him toss it to the side, and then he rolls and pulls me with him. I curl my leg around him and rest my head on his shoulder. He rubs his thumb over my side while I trail my finger up and down his chest. “Fuck,” he breathes out heavily. “That was . . . fuck . . .”

Probably the best way to describe it.

“You turn me on so much,” I say.

“Same, babe.” He kisses my head and takes a deep breath. “Give me a second, and I’ll be between your legs again, giving you what you deserve.”

I press a kiss to his chest. It’s not just the sex. I mean, the man can fuck like there’s no tomorrow. But not only that, he makes me feel cherished. As if there is nothing better to him than the enjoyment I experience. That makes me feel . . . treasured. I love it. “You’re what I deserve.”

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