Nothing to Fear (Wicked Games, #1)

by Jenn Plummer

I’m left panting and out of breath, my heart racing behind my ribs, telling my head what it already knows. “I’ve been thinking about doing that all day, baby.”

Every time Asher says something like that to me, it’s a balm, healing every single insecurity, every single thing I question about myself. Asher is slowly healing me, giving me the courage to be myself. “Me too.”

“Show me! Lead with that next time!” “You tasted too good. The world could have gone up in flames around us, and I wouldn’t have stopped.”

There are a million things that should be occupying my mind right now, but none of them hold a flame to Silas Blackwood.

Everything about him calls to me, and I don’t know, I never noticed it before. How I ever went a day without knowing what it was like to kiss his lips, touch his skin, make him moan.

I should be focusing on searching for the hidden entrance to get us to the graveyard, I should be tutoring him, studying myself, but ins...

My eyes track the slow slide of the zipper as it separates. I love how worked up he gets, how easily I can get him going, love how flustered he gets when I’m more aggressive, love him.

“That’s my good boy. Let me see it.” “Ash . . .” he practically whines.

Whether or not it’s for me to stop or to keep going is up for debate, but the tone in his voice almost brings me down to my knees. I want to give him everything, make him feel good always, teach him how deserving ...

“What’s that face for?” “I can’t believe Asher Ambrose is on his knees in front of me, looking up at me like I’m worthy of his affection.” “You’re worthy of everything, Silas.”

I’m feral for him.

Fuck, that’s what I want, what I love so much. I love how he fights it, how he battles against it, and then the dam breaks, and he lets go to the primal urges he feels.

I dream about those nights, and I’m losing my mind knowing it was Silas and how badly I want to feel it again. I wanted to hold out longer, wanted to take him back to bed. But I’m so damn desperate.

I move quickly, not giving a shit where we are. If someone sneaks up on us in the heart of the school, they can watch. I no longer care.

I’m going to love it even more now, knowing that it’s my Silas I’m inside. The whimpers I can pull out of him as I fill him make me go insane, and I need them now more than ever.

I pound into him ruthlessly; his body bent over books centuries older than we are. I fuck him like he’s the air that I breathe, the reason the sun rises each day, and the moon each night. I fuck him like he’s the only thing in the world that matters. Because it’s true.

Our fucking echoes through the chamber, our own personal soundtrack, while I claim him all over again.

He’s so much better than I remembered. He’s perfect. Made for me.

“Tell me your fears.” Asher’s words are whispered against my shoulder, his breath warm on my skin. His fingers trail up and down my side, over my hip and thigh and back again, a slow caress that I feel down to the marrow of my bones. “Everything. But mostly not ever being myself out in the open.”

“Fear is what’s stopping you?” “I hide behind it. In some ways, it was easier to just stay the course. In others, it’s been the loneliest time of my life. I never had a reason until now to want to change anything.”

Asher’s hands grip my chin, forcing me to arch and look back at him as he looms over me. His eyes are dark and serious, and when he speaks, his voice is a deep baritone—ruthless and severe. “You’re enough of a reason, Silas.”...