Was I jealous Woody fucked her mouth first? Not really. Disconcerted, yes. But not jealous. Life was too short for that sort of sentiment. Mostly I was irritated to think what might have happened in there while they were unaccompanied. Why hadn't he acted?
Presumably her mouth was too much of a distraction for him to take advantage of the fact they were out of sight.
"We should get out of here," I said, waving for the server to bring over the check. He nodded and hurried to get things sorted.
"Does this mean you two are involved too?" Apparently Leif wasn't ready to let the conversation go just yet.
"Hardly," Sable said with a laugh. "We hate each other, remember?"
I grunted softly, recalling my words to her about the fine line between love and hate. Not to mention lust and hate. That was all this was, wasn't it? Physical attraction. Need.
What if it wasn't? That was up to them to work out. They might be cute together. Almost as cute as me and her. Her and Leif were relatively adorable as well if I had to admit it.
"Do you want to see our lair?" Leif asked.
"You have a lair?" Sable raised her eyebrows and smiled at me.
"Yes, Judgeman and his sidekicks have somewhat of a lair," I admitted.
Her smile widened. "If you're Judgeman, what does that make them? Designerman and Prickman?"
"Sounds about right," Woody said, pushing the glass away from himself. "I want to be known for the size of my cock."
Sable laughed. "It's because youarea big cock, Prickman."
He glared at her. "Same thing."
"I think I'd prefer to be called Leatherman," Leif said. "Which brings me back to our lair."
He stood and offered her his arm before I could. She took it and they started out of the restaurant, leaving Woody and I to catch up. That is to say, stroll along behind them because neither of us would trot. Me in particular. I had a reputation to maintain. I needed to be dignified in public.
Scurrying was definitelynotdignified.
"How far away is this lair?" Sable asked.
"Not far," Leif was saying, leaning in so they were walking shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. "It's down at the end of this block. Forrest owns the building."
"Forrest owns half the street," Woody said.
"I ownonebuilding," I reminded him. What would I do with half a street anyway?
"Close enough," Woody said. "You own more than we do. Lucky for me my cock is bigger than yours."
"In your dreams," I told him. Honestly, I didn't care if his was. I knew what to do with mine. Could he stay the same? No doubt hethoughthe could. He had arrogance to spare.
"Inyourdreams," Woody said, looking at me from beneath his eyebrows.
"I can safely say I've never dreamed about the size of your cock," I said.
"No, he's too busy dreaming about the size of mine," Leif said over his shoulder.
"Not yours either," I said.
These men were like brothers to me. We could be related, they were as out of their minds as I was. Probably more so. How long was it since I flinched when I saw someone die in front of me?
Had I ever flinched? I might have the first time. It got easier after that.
I wasn't sure when I started to feel nothing but satisfaction and a hint of arousal. The guilt was long gone. The things Bob, and people like him, did kept that at bay. When people discovered he was gone, they'd celebrate, even if it was only a moment in their own minds. Justice was served at last.
