Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(136)

He reaches out and swipes the tears from my cheeks.

“I know I fucked up, and I have no reason to ask this, but if you would give me another chance, a chance to prove to you that I do deserve your love, then I promise I’ll never fucking hurt you again.”

“Si-Silas,” I say, my throat so full of emotion.

I thought of this moment, dreamed of it actually, that maybe, just maybe he’d give me another chance. But every time I woke up, I knew it wasn’t a reality. Silas was too hurt, too damaged, and it was on me for not protecting his heart like I should have.

But now that he’s here, in front of me, I know this is my chance.

I scoot forward, on the edge of my seat, and grip his hand with both of mine. Speaking directly to him, I say, “I love you, Silas. I love you so much that I haven’t been the same without you. What I did, telling Ross about—”

“He told me you didn’t do it on purpose, that it was a slip-up. I believe him. I believe you.”

That makes my eyes water all over again. Of course Ross approached him.

“I still shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Baby, it’s okay,” he says as he leans in closer. “I’m the one who should have been more understanding.”

I shake my head. “I should have protected you.”

“You did,” he says, cupping both of my cheeks now. “You stood up for me, you lost everything for me, and fuck . . . I . . . I love you, Oliana. No one has ever done that for me, and I felt like such a piece of shit, knowing that I treated the most precious thing in my life so carelessly. It won’t happen again. I swear on my life, it won’t happen again.”

“I believe you,” I say.

He brings his forehead to mine and whispers, “Can I have you back? Please tell me you’re mine again. I can’t fucking sleep. I can’t concentrate. I feel so goddamn sick without you. Please, Ollie, please come back to me.”

The desperation in his voice.

The grip he has on me.

His words.

They’re everything I need and so much more.

“I’m yours, Silas. Always have been, always will be.”

And then his mouth is on mine in a crash of kisses that steals my breath away. His hand smooths up the back of my head, holding me tightly as I grip his cheeks, allowing him to swipe my mouth with his tongue, tempting me to open. And I do. Because I can’t deny this man anything.

I love him.

He’s mine.

And I’m never letting go.

Like that first night, when I walked up to a complete stranger in a bar, I kissed this man as if he were mine. And just like that moment, I claim him. Kissing him like he’s mine, but this time . . . he actually is.





Epilogue





SILAS





“Can I have this drawer?” Ollie asks.

Standing in front of my dresser, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of her famous crop tops, is my girl, looking so fucking good.

It’s taken a few weeks to work out the logistics, including applying for a work visa, but Ollie is finally back in Vancouver and living with me.

“Baby, you can have any drawer you want,” I say, coming up behind her and bringing her into my chest. I kiss along her neck and add, “Take whatever you want. It’s yours.”

She chuckles and tilts her head to the side, giving me better access. “You can’t possibly be ready to have more sex.”

“I’m always ready,” I say as I slide my hand under her crop top and grip her breast.

“Silas,” she reprimands, turning around. “We need to unpack. I can’t just live with these boxes everywhere.”

“It will get done,” I say, backing her up against the dresser.

“Not when you’re leaving tomorrow for away games.”

“All the more reason to fuck you,” I say, tugging on her shirt.

Laughing, she pushes at my chest. “How about this? You give me an hour of unpacking, and then the rest of the night, I’m yours to do with whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” I ask with a questioning brow.

“Whatever, but you need to put in the effort of unpacking.”

“I can do that,” I say as I slip my hands under her shirt again and play with her nipples.

“Silas,” she says, her head falling back.

“Yes, baby?” I ask, lowering my mouth to her breast, only to be stopped by the palm of her hand.

“No, sir. Unpacking first, then sex.”

“Ugh,” I grumble and then pull away, my erection tenting my goddamn sweats. “See what you do to me?”

Her eyes fall to my lap, and I see that hungry look.

“Goddamn you,” she says right before she pushes me back on the bed and then pulls my sweatpants down to release my cock. Looking me in the eyes, she says, “Real quick, and then you give me two hours of unpacking.”

“Whatever you want, baby, just give me that tight cunt.”

She slides her sweats off, showing me that she’s wearing nothing underneath, and then she hovers above my lap and positions my cock at her entrance. In one fell swoop, I’m fully inside her.

“Fuck,” she says while her hands float up to her breasts. “God, I’ll never get over how big you are inside me.”