I sucked a little faster. Pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
I looked up at him and inclined my head. Nodding slightly, giving him permission to give in to his release.
He bared his teeth at me, but he didn't complain. He knew if he did, I'd stop.
With a grunt, he came, spilling his release into my mouth, filling my throat with pearly saltiness. His mouth twitched like he wanted to tell me to swallow, but for once, he didn't say a word.
He watched while I drew my head back from him, and swallowed down every drop.
"Fucking hell, woman," he whispered, pulling me back to my feet by my hair.
I rose quickly, not wanting him to pull it out by its roots, thank you very much.
"Something to say?" I asked, cocking my head at him. He could have slammed my head against the wall or strangled me.
He didn't.
"Not a fucking thing," he said. He let my hair go and pushed himself away from me, quickly tucking his cock back into his pants.
"You’re a prick," I said to his back.
He raised both hands to either side of him, flipped me off and kept walking.
I rolled my eyes and headed back into the restroom to fix my hair. It looked like a tangled mess, half of it pulled out of my ponytail, the other half barely hanging on.
I smiled to myself. That felt good. I suspected he didn't often have people reminding him he wasn't the only one in charge. From now on, that was going to be me.
My former stepson was going to learn who was boss around here.
CHAPTER 24
FORREST
"What did you do?" I asked Woody as he strode out of the corridor, looking smug as fuck, which for him was saying something.
"Nothing." He flopped back down in his chair and picked up his glass to down the rest of his beer.
"Where's Sable?" Leif demanded.
"She's right there," Woody said as she stepped out of the corridor, combing her fingers through her hair.
I gave him a glance before standing, waiting for her to approach the table. "Is everything okay?"
It was her turn to look smug as she glanced at Woody, then back at me.
"Everything's fine." She lowered herself back in her chair.
I exchanged looks with Leif and shook my head. He was trying to hold back a laugh.
I sat back down, not sure if I should be furious with Woody or not. Sable could do what she wanted but the idea of those two alone? Woody had already proven I couldn't trust him around her. Someday, maybe. Today? Absolutely not.
I'd wait at least a week after he tried to kill her before I reconsidered that stance.
"So you two are getting along?" Leif asked teasingly.
"I wouldn't say that," Sable said. Except the skin around her mouth was red, as if it had been stretched recently.
My cock twitched. I wanted to feel her mouth around me. And I would, when the time was right.
