“Okay, I think.” I shrug. “To be honest, I kind of expected it to feel a lot harder than it does. Lukas… He’s a really great kid, and havin’ him around feels…right? I don’t know how else to describe it.”
“That’s great.” Finn pats me on the back. “I was surprised as shit when you told us about the plan, but I gotta admit, this new role suits you.”
His words hit me square in the chest and have my throat tightening. “Thanks, Finn. Means a lot.”
“No problem, man. I’m gonna go find Ash, but I’ll catch you around.”
No more than two minutes after he walks off, someone takes his place. Turning my head, I meet their gaze. Shamelessly looking me up and down, a man I’ve never seen before flashes me a flirty grin before offering me his hand.
“I’m Jake. And you are?”
“Remi,” I say, returning the gesture.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Jake asks, his thick Midwestern accent telling me he’s probably not from around here.
My lip curls into a smirk as I regard his offer.
All things considered, Jake isn’t really my type. Not only does he look younger than me, and clearly, I love an older man, but his hands are way too soft and his suit is way too nice for my liking. I’ve always preferred my men with a little more…grit. Calloused hands, weathered skin, dirt under their nails, the type of muscles that only come from working long, hard hours.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t let him buy me a drink and flirt a little. Especially when I glance across the bar and catch the chilling glare being sent his way by a certain somebody.
Which means Jake may just be the solution to getting what I want tonight.
“You sure can,” I drawl. “What a gentleman you are, Jake.”
His cheeks pink up as he glances down shyly. “I try.”
After the bartender drops off our drinks, Jake tells me all about his life in Minnesota and the commercial real estate gig that has him in Wolf Creek for the week, but admittedly, I’m only half listening. It’s damn near impossible to pay attention to a word he’s saying when a set of glowering brown eyes are burning a hole into the side of my head.
Each time I glance in Gentry’s direction, he’s not even hiding the fact that he can’t look away anymore. Jealously and irritation vibrate off him in waves, and fuck, does that fill me with joy.
Get mad, Daddy Moore.
Get jealous and put me in my place.
This is so fucked up. Normally, I’m not somebody who feeds off making someone jealous. It’s not my style. But if this is what it takes to make Gentry’s walls shatter and for him to give in to what webothclearly want, then so be it.
And surprisingly, it doesn’t take much. A couple of laughs, my hand brushing against Jake’s arm, a bite of the lip…and before I know it, Gentry’s storming into the bathroom, huffy and pissed off, and I’m quick to follow, like a lab chasing a fucking treat. Shoving the door open, I find Gentry standing in front of the sink, his head hung and his hands gripping the edge of the counter.
He doesn’t bother looking at me before growling, “Get out, Remington.”
My heart thumps, and my stomach does a flip. “Aww, is Daddy Moore mad?”
“I’m not mad,” he lies, standing to his full height and facing me. “I’m just not in the mood for any more of your bullshit.”
I take a step closer and tilt my head. “And why’s that? It wouldn’t be because you’re jealous, would it??”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He scoffs, his face twisted up in disgust. “What the fuck is there to be jealous of?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Another step in his direction. “Maybe because that guy was flirtin’ with me.”
“Watch it,” he grits out.
“Admit it,” I taunt. “Admit you’re jealous that someone else had my attention. Fuck, I bet he would’ve come home with me if I asked.”
Gentry huffs at that. “Maybe you should.”
“You think so? Then you can go home, climb into bed, and think about what we’d be doin’. Think about his lips wrapped around my cock… Or maybe mine wrapped around his.”
