Page 48 of Reluctantly You

But before I can reach for the door handle, my phone rings, a loud, ugly chime that startles me.

I grab for it and stare down at the name on my screen.

Gideon.

My brain immediately flashes back to my dream. His cock pushing against my hole. His murmured words.

Say please.

I shove it away, replacing the feelings with the one I’m most familiar with—anger.

What the fuck does he want? Why the hell is he calling? This better not be about fucking work.

I stab at my phone and answer with the grumpiest voice I can muster. “Yeah?”

“Mitchell, where are you?” he asks, and I feel my heart rate pick up.

“Is this a work thing?”

“No, it’s personal.”

“Then it’s none of your business.”

I hear him huff and then the rustling of something in the background. A plastic bag, perhaps?

“I stopped by to check on you.”

“Fuck off. I don’t need you checking on me,” I grump, and he lets out a small laugh.

“Sue me for fucking caring.”

“Yeah, well I don’t need you caring about me. I’m fine. I’m with my brothers.”

I don’t know why I admit that, but I do. It’s out there now, sitting heavily between us.

“Hm. Good,” he finally says, and I let out a breath. “Meet me tomorrow at the gym. Seven a.m.?”

“Sure,” I murmur, and he hangs up.

The rest of the evening with my brothers goes well. I manage to play it cool and not overreact, but fuck, seeing Matt cuddle into Cooper and watching Max kiss Beau makes something unfurl inside of me.

I’m jealous, practically green with it.

When I finally arrive home, I’m wrung out. My body feels weak, and I suddenly have the urge to sleep for days straight.

Of course, Little Pantaloons won’t let me. She meows angrily, and so I feed her some wet food and then give her a few treats before scooping her up and carrying her into the bedroom and collapsing onto the bed.

She curls up on my neck and starts to make little biscuits. I should push her away, should toss her outside, but I just leaninto the small little purrs emanating from her body and let it lull me to sleep.

When I wake up in the middle of the night, I ache, a deep innate throb that I can’t satiate. My cock is hard and throbbing against the mattress and I rut against it, trying to ease the tension, but it only builds. A raging inferno inside of me.

Fuck, this is becoming a problem.

I need to take care of it or I won’t be able to sleep.

Quickly, I shuffle out of bed and move to the bathroom, locking the door, as if Little Pantaloons will come in and interrupt, but I honestly need my privacy for what I’m going to do.

Again.

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