Chapter 56 – Pretending You Are Mine Novel

“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 l*ps. “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 k**s 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 k**s 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 p**ss 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 fi**ger. “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?”

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

* * *

My dorm door opens and cl**ks 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 imp**ssed by his talent.

After the game, I came back to my place and sl*pped out of my sweats into a pair of lace underwear that barely covers my b**t. 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 w*t 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 f**king good, babe.”

I smile. “So do you.”

He unb**tons 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 sl*ps his hand behind my head and lightly k**ses me, increasing my need for him immediately.

I grip his shirt tightly as he sl*ps a hand under my underwear and digs his fi**gers into my skin. I m**n 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 b**tons 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 br***ts. “Do you know how many times you wore one of these crop tops and all I wanted to do was lift it up to s**k 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 fl**k my fi**ger over his n**ple 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 br***ts. “Did you ever feel satisfied after?”

“Never,” he answers, his voice growing deeper as my h*ps 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.”

“f**k you. Hard. Fast. And then do it all over again.” He rolls my n**ple with his fi**gers.

I chuckle and shake my head.

“What?” he asks.

“Winnie was right.”

“She was right about what?”

I pepper k**ses along his jaw as he pinches my n**ples now, causing a wave of arousal to shoot between my legs. “That there’s a post-game sex adrenaline you guys have.” I k**s his cheek, then his l*ps, then his jaw.

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