"Easier than people hoping I'm a nice guy and being disappointed." He pushed himself to his feet and stalked out the door, closing it forcefully behind him. The doorframe rattled from the impact, making me wince. His footsteps slapped on the ground as he walked away.
"I'm not sure that's what they'd think," I whispered to my empty cottage. Was I reading too much into this? Just because someone was nice once didn't make them a good person. He'd probably spend the rest of forever being a dick to me, just to prove he really was one.
If that was how he wanted to play it, fine. Either way, I was going to have to find some way to repay him for this.
Whether he liked it or not.
11
RILEY
"Okay, out with it."I placed a beer in front of Connor, and slipped into a stool. "You've been moping around like an angry bear all night."
"No I haven't," he snapped.
"Look around," I said. "Everyone's left and it's barely nine p.m."
"It's a Sunday," he said, as if I didn't already know that. "They don't hang around late on a Sunday."
"They didn't hang around tonight because you glared at everyone like they kicked your puppy." I ran a finger down the side of my glass, swiping at the condensation that gathered there.
"I did not." But he glanced around and saw I was right. He and I were the only ones left, except for Zara, who was finishing up behind the bar. "Fine, I did. Some days a guy isn't in the mood for socialising."
If his dad was here, he'd kick his ass, but he went home early too. Connor insisted we had things under control because the night was already quiet.
"Which brings me back to—” I gestured at him to spill. "You're even grumpier than usual. What's going on?" I gave himmy best ‘out with it’ look. How could he not tell me what was on his mind?
"I did something fucking stupid," he said after a few more moments of pointless hesitation. "I got it into my head something was up with Leah and I went over there."
I squinted at him. "Did you fuck her without me?" I wasn’t bothered, because I didn't do jealousy. Not really. I'd pretend to be pissed off with him for a while, but that would pass quicker than a summer storm. I held grudges against everyone but him. I knew he wondered what he did to deserve that, but he tried not to take it for granted.
"No, I did not fuck her," he said. "I did see her naked though. She's fucking gorgeous." Slowly, in detail, he told me what he did, from rubbing the aches out of her feet, to pulling the plug on the bath. He even admitted to buying her food.
I sipped my beer and shook my head at him. "No wonder you've been in a bad mood. To balance out doing something nice."
"It wasn't nice," he growled. "She needed help, that was it. What was I supposed to do? Walk away and leave her in pain?"
I wouldn’t have walked away either, but I said, "You could have called Whitney or Fiona." I paused. "Or Holly. She would have helped Leah, then sucked you off after."
"I don't want Holly to suck me off," he snarled. "She's just a friend, okay?"
"Because you want Leah to suck you off," I said. "And me."
"If you keep saying 'suck you off,' I'm going to make you get under the table," he said. As if that was some kind of threat. I could almost see him thinking he should do that anyway, even with Zara present. No doubt she'd seen worse.
"You say that like I'd object." I grinned and took a gulp of beer.
"My dad would fucking kill me," he said regretfully.
Not that Jacob Ferguson cared what Connor did and who he did it with, but if he did it here in front of the staff, he'd be pissed. He was known to check in on things at the end of the night from time to time, without warning. It would be just my luck if he did it tonight while I was on my knees, my mouth around his son's cock.
"He'd fucking kill both of us," I said with a sigh. "I guess we better get out of here then." I glanced towards the door.
"We're not going to Leah's," Connor said before I suggested it. "She's probably asleep by now anyway."
“I guess.” If I got a massage, then a hot bath, I'd be asleep. After fisting my cock. Was she lying awake right now, thinking of us? Thinking of me? Pushing her hand under the waistband of her track pants and between her legs? Circling her clit with her fingers, rubbing herself until she got off with my name on her lips?
My cock was swelling at the mental image.
