Page 88 of Together We Burn
The bang of the door against the wall had him jumping back, spinning fast to face our interloper. Jake placed his hand on my leg, keeping me on the table and firmly behind him.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” Will snarled, storming into the room that I would bet reeked of sex.
I leaned around Jake, smirking at Will. The little light surrounding us made it hard to see his expression, but I had a vivid imagination.
He would be seething–veins bulging out his neck and temple, nostrils flaring, teeth gritted so tight his jaw would ache, fists clenching by his sides–it would have been a sight I’d mentally cherish until my last breath.
“What. The. Fuck. Is going on here?” he asked again, his words slow and spoken in a dangerous growl, punctuated with each step he took toward us.
“I’d tell you, but I don’t think you’d like it,” I remarked, staring him down with the best resting bitch face I could muster.
“And what if Emilia walked in instead of me?”
“Then she’d probably not like it either,” I quipped. Sometimes I really didn’t know when to shut up. Will was like a bomb, ready to detonate, and I was standing in the blast zone. My smart mouth was going to get us killed.
He lunged forward, dragging Jake from between my legs by the collar and throwing him to the side. I growled, baring my teeth as Will towered over me.
Now it was just fucking awkward being commando as he stood in the same spot Jake was seconds ago.
“One phone call, Stevie,” he sneered so close to my face that our noses nearly touched. “Stop playing the whore, lying on your back any time he snaps his fingers.” Will stabbed his thumb in Jake’s direction. “And remember, it’s no longer about you…”
I spat. A large wet ball of saliva right onto Will’s cheek. I gripped the edge of the table with white-knuckle force as it trailed down his skin. God, that was unladylike, but he always provoked the worst parts of me, bringing them to the surface.
Will’s hand latched around my bicep in a move he’dneverdone before. For once in my life, I actually feared what he would do. Will was unhinged, acting in a way no one would have thought was possible in the past. But now, thisnewWill… I couldn’t read him the way I used to.
“I suggest removing your hand from her,” Jake sneered, gripping Will’s wrist. “Now, William. Before I make you.”
Sneering, Will straightened, letting me go to pull a black handkerchief from his inside jacket pocket and dabbed at my spit. Once finished, he folded the square piece of cotton and put it away.
“Clean yourself up and get back out there.” Will’s eyes were cold as he stared at me for a second longer before turning and walking back to the door. Pausing next to Jake, he said, “Emilia is looking for you. It would be best to go find her and remember who your date is for this evening.”
The door slammed behind him, and Jake was back between my legs, cupping my face in his hands and brushing his thumbs across my cheeks.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice laced with anger as he kissed my forehead.
“Yeah,” I said, pushing him back, so I could slide from the table. “So much for my post-orgasm high.”
“I could make you come again if you like?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Insatiable.
Giving him a chaste kiss on his lips, I shook my head.
“Urgh, don’t tempt me.”
Jake smiled, taking my hand in his, halting when he reached the door.
“You first. I’ll wait five minutes before heading out after you, okay?”
I nodded and slipped out the door, leaving him alone in the dark conference room. Walking past the lady’s restroom, I dipped inside, needing to clean up the mess Jake was a little too excited to leave me in.
I wouldn’t lie; his possessive little speech about knowing he’d been inside me, marked me, made me his, in an unseen way, was a turn-on. However, the uncomfortable feeling of his warm cum slowly seeping out of me as I stood was not.
Finishing my business, I unlocked the toilet stall and washed my hands. Pulling several paper towels from the dispenser, I dried my hands as the bathroom door opened and closed with a softsnick. Clicks of heels against the tiled floor and the rustle of tulle and taffeta had the hairs on the back of my neck raise, and my spine straightened.
“I should have killed you when I had the chance,” Emilia said, her voice light and happy, as if she hadn’t just admitted she should have murdered her daughter. “Would have saved me a lot of time and money.”
Inhaling, I dropped my used paper towels in the trash and turned to face my mother. With slightly pursed lips, I raised my eyebrows, inviting her to continue whatever self-righteous monologue she had prepared, wanting to get to the inevitable point of why she threw this bullshit party.
