Turning to Silas I said, “When is this fight taking place? And what kind of fight is it?”
“Boxing, mostly. And in about fifteen minutes,” he answered, picking up a beer off a waitress’ tray and bringing it to his lips.
“Shouldn’t you be refueling your body with a Gatorade or something, instead of a beer?” I asked.
He winked at me. “Honey, I’m too old for those electrolyte drinks. Now I’m drinking because my liver would probably revolt if I didn’t.”
“Dad doesn’t know how to back off,” a tight-lipped voice said from our side.
I smiled at Sebastian and moved to hug him.
“How’s Baylee doing?” I asked.
He smiled and hugged me back before letting me go and pointing in the direction of the bar where Baylee’s arms were waving in front of her as she spoke animatedly with some woman I’d never seen.
She had red hair that came down to her waist and a ready smile.
When I turned back to Silas, his gaze was on something across the room.
“Silas,” I said. “When are they going to start cooking?”
“A couple of minutes, I guess,” he shrugged.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him again.
He shrugged again.
Something was wrong.
I just didn’t know what.
Something had changed in the last few minutes, and I wanted to know what.
Smiling down at my shoes, I suddenly took his hand and started pulling him along with me to his office, leaving Ruthie to speak with Sterling.
“Take me to your office,” I ordered.
He went, but I could tell it was reluctantly.
The moment we got inside, I pushed him back until I could close the door.
I flicked on the light, then dropped down to my knees in front of him.
“Sawyer,” Silas growled.
I looked up at him to see his face still set in stone.
He didn’t want to talk?
Well I wouldn’t make him.
“This isn’t the time,” he growled once again.
I ignored him.
Reaching for his belt buckle, I quickly undid it.
The metal buckle clanged loudly as I quickly removed the belt from the loops and tossed it somewhere behind me.
I saw his hand move to his back and heard him grunt as he caught what I assumed was the gun he kept at the small of his back.
Whoops.
Regardless, I started working on his pants, roughly yanking the zipper down.
“Shit,” he hissed.
Then I yanked his underwear and jeans right down to his knees.
His soft cock fell free from its confines, and I licked my lips as I marveled at how big it was even in its softened state.
A challenge?
Looking up, I smiled at Silas.
He glared.
“What’s wrong, Silas?” I asked, leaning forward to trail my tongue along the head of his cock.
The moment my tongue met his skin, his cock jerked.
Keeping contact with his eyes, I leaned forward and sucked his entire cock into my mouth.
I’d never felt it when it was soft.
Well, I’d felt it, as it wasn’t unusual for me to cup his package on occasion as I would walk past him or even sometimes when the mood just came over me. What can I say? I love his cock.
I’d just never had it in my mouth while soft.
This was the first time I’d ever been able to get his entire cock in my mouth, and I savored the feeling.
Except he still wasn’t getting hard.
Was he reciting the ABC’s or something to keep from getting hard?
“What? Should we get you some Viagra or something?” I teased, cupping his balls. “You’re too old to get it up?”
I felt like I’d just taken my life in my hands as I said it.
Nervous as hell, I finally looked up into his burning eyes.
“You wanna know what’s wrong?” He asked, gently cupping my face.
I nodded, albeit reluctantly since he now had a firm grip in my hair that was hurting already, and he wasn’t even doing any tugging.
“My problem, honey, is that you were talking to a man. Touching him. Hugging him. Allowing him to put his hands on you,” he said softly. “You’re mine. Not his. He doesn’t get to have you like that.”
I laughed. “Silas, you’re name isn’t tattooed on me. You have no right to say who I can and can’t hug. I promise you I won’t be fucking anyone else, but there are occasions when I want to hug other people of the male and female variety.”
“Suck my cock,” he said, tugging my hair until my face was resting against his still flaccid cock.
I opened my mouth but instead of sticking his cock in my mouth, he placed his balls there.
“The thing about me,” he said. “Is that I have complete control over my mind and body. I’m not a little boy to be trifled with. If I want to fuck you, I’ll allow myself to get hard. If I don’t want to fuck you, it won’t happen. Now, run your tongue around my balls.”
When I didn’t comply fast enough, he yanked my hair and I moaned.
God, I was such a whore.
This shouldn’t be turning me on, this domineering side of him.
But it was, and I was fucking dripping.
I could tell my panties were soaked.