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“Fuck. Goddamnit,” he murmurs as he holds us in his palm, our mess smeared between us, his lips pushing against mine. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I moan lowly as his tongue snakes lazily into my mouth, tasting me, my desperation, my need.

And when he’s finally done, he steps away, pulling his shirt off and wiping us up with it.

He kicks his pants off and helps me undress, gathering our clothes in his arms.

“Go turn on the shower,” he says, and I roll my eyes, trying to get my legs to work.

“Fuck off. I don’t want you here.”

He grins at me, his hand grabbing gently onto my jaw.

“Too fucking bad. I’m here and I’m staying the night.”

Chapter Fifteen

Gideon

Ithrow our clothes in the wash and then make my way to Mitchell’s room, hearing the water spray from the en suite shower. He’s inside, waiting for me, completely nude, his cock erect, muscles tense.

He’s not washing, just standing there, watching as I approach.

I step inside, my cock twitching between my legs in appreciation of the sight of him.

He might not be my type, but fuck, he’s hot.

He was even hotter earlier, when he picked Arnie up and socked him in the face.

I never wanted to drop to my knees faster and suck his cock. But I couldn’t, not when Rory was so shaken.

So I brought him to Shiloh’s before heading here.

And hell, what a fucking night it’s been.

I plan on keeping him next to me, moaning and needy until the sun peeks above the horizon.

“You need to wash,” I say when I step right in front of him, my hand trailing up his arm. His dick is hard, not having gone down from earlier, and I wet my lips in anticipation.

The things I want to do to him.

If he’ll let me.

“I’m not a child,” he retorts.

I arch an eyebrow at him as my hand snakes around the back of his neck and pulls him toward me. My mouth captures his, my tongue sliding into his mouth.

“You love it,” I whisper when we finally part. “You want to be told what to do.”

“Fuck off,” he whispers, but I can feel his heartbeat in his dick. It doesn’t lie.

I reach around him and grab the soap from the rack and squirt some in my hand.

“Shut up and let me wash you,” I tell him, and he huffs in frustration.

My hands skate across his broad chest, his muscles rippling as I drag my fingers toward his groin, his breath coming out in pants when I wrap my hand around his cock once more.

So big, thick, the perfect size.

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