The only tell that I’m getting to him is the tightness in his jaw and the flare of his nostrils as he exhales sharply.
“What? Does that thought make you mad, daddy?”
Be it the hungry, wild look in his eyes or the alcohol flowing through my veins, making me brazen, but I surprise myself when I close the rest of the distance between us and bring my hands to his belt buckle. His breath hitches as I work it open, but he doesn’t pull away or stop me.
“Be honest…are you jealous that it’s not you givin’ me all that attention, daddy?” The vein in his neck pulsates as I work his jeans open. First, popping the button, then sliding his zipper down. “Or maybe it’s that my attention was on someone else?”
Gentry doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t move a muscle. I’m not sure if he’s even breathing. He stands perfectly still as I reach behind me and lock the bathroom door before sliding his pants down his strong legs. Denim pools around his ankles, the outline of his thick cock pressed against his light-blue briefs. Droppingto my knees, I peer up at Gentry from beneath my lashes, waiting to see if he puts a stop to this.
He doesn’t.
This is a dangerous game I’m playing. There’s a bar full of people on the other side of that door. Finn and Hollis are out there. And yeah, the door’s locked, but that doesn’t mean they can’t knock. How would we explain this? It’s a question I should probably give more thought to, but I’m too wrapped up in the way Gentry is looking at me right now to care.
“Admit it,” I grit out. It’s torture not touching him, especially when I can see how turned on he is, but I force my hands to stay planted on top of my thighs. Before I do anything, I desperately want him to be truthful. “Admit you felt jealous watchin’ that guy flirt with me.”
“Why do you care?”
A shiver rolls down my spine at the gruffness of his tone.
“Because I want you to admit, for once, that you want me. I know you feel it too, Gentry.”
His eyes darken, and I keep going.
“You were just as into that kiss as I was, even if you ran out there and pretended like it never happened.”
“It never should’ve happened.”
“But it did,” I push. “Admit you loved it as much as I did.”
Gentry’s hand comes up, threading through my hair. He tugs on it just enough to bring on a bite of pain, but it’s also surprisingly…gentle. “I don’t know what you’re tryin’ to prove here, Remington, but it ain’t gonna work. What happened was a mistake.”
Peering up at him, I wet my lips and slip my fingers into the waistband of his briefs. My heart thrashes against my ribs, but it doesn’t stop me. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. “Then why haven’t you put a stop to this yet?”
He grits his teeth and exhales a sharp breath through his nose, but I don’t give him a chance to respond before tugging the cotton down, letting it join the denim around his ankles.
“Fuck, look at you,” I groan, giving myself a moment to admire Gentry in all his glory.
I figured he’d be big, but this… Jesus, this is impressive. My mouth waters as I take in the veins running over histhickgirth. I can practically feel them under my tongue as I trace them. He’s uncut—another thing I kind of figured, considering Hollis told me in high school that he isn’t either. A fat, bulbous tip pokes out of the delicious foreskin, and I swear, I almost come in my pants.
“So hard,” I rasp. “And it’s all for me, isn’t it, daddy?”
Leaning in, I nuzzle my face into his groin, avoiding the glorious cock begging to be touched, and shamelessly inhale, cataloging his scent to memory. I haven’t even had a taste yet, and I already know I’m going to want more. I wrap my hand around him, giving a tentative stroke to gauge his reaction. There’s a fine line between playing hard to get and actually not being interested, and it’s a line I’m not trying to cross.
His heated gaze is locked on mine, and his body is wound up tight. He’s trying to maintain composure, but his walls are cracking, his restraint wearing thin. I can feel it, but most of all, I canseeit. I stick my tongue out, wanting nothing more than to taste him, but Gentry’s grip on my hair tightens.
“No,” he growls darkly.
“Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop.”
My heart is in my throat while I wait. He very well could tell me to stop, and I would have no choice but to walk out of this bathroom with my tail between my legs. I don’t want to be wrong—I don’t think I am—but I could be. And the longer he carries out this moment, not a sound to be heard beyond the muffled music in the background, the more on edge I become.
But then Gentry’s grip loosens, and I can’t help but smile like the Cheshire Cat because I wasn’t wrong, I wasn’t reading the signals incorrectly, and I didn’t make it all up in my head. Gentry Moore—my best friend’s hot, grumpy dad—wants me, and I’m about to blow his fucking mind.
Taking me by surprise, Gentry guides my head forward, positioning my mouth right in front of his cock. I’m so close my lips are nearly touching the tip. My gaze lifts, a bolt of heat shooting down my spine at the raw, hungry look in his eyes.
“Open.” One single word.
An order.
