Page 56 of Reluctantly You

Why the fuck was I ever mean to him?

Yeah, I was an asshole. Still am. But I’m better, right? I have a cat now.

That has to mean something. But not better enough to confess that I might like someone else’s dick, too. I can barely fucking admit it to myself, let alone to any of my brothers.

I see Gideon stepping out of his car and I stare at him, the lean lines of his body, the way he moves. He’s stronger than he looks, bigger than me, too. The way he pressed into me over that desk.

A small whimper escapes me.

Fuck, I’m pathetic.

I adjust my dick and step out of my car, striding toward Gideon with a purpose. That’s a lie too. I feel no purpose. I mostly just feel feeble and confused.

I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing anymore. I need to fucking pull it together.

“You drive like a teenager,” he says, and I clench my teeth.

“You were braking all the time, like a maniac, so I had to drive cautiously.”

He scoffs and meets my gaze. “I think your mind was on something else.”

My mind flashes again to being bent over the desk, his cock pressed against my ass.

“I wasn’t thinking about anything except your bad driving.”

His lips twitch and he presses a hand to my lower back, guiding me inside the restaurant.

I fucking hate that he’s leading me around like some kind of dog. Like I need a collar and a leash.

The thought makes my cock jump again, and I shrivel slightly. What the hell is wrong with me? It has to be some kind of mid-life crisis. An identity crisis at least.

As soon as we enter the restaurant, some kind of Greek place I’ve never been to before, I see Shiloh in a bright pink shirt sitting next to the guy I saw wrapped around Gideon last week.

My body hesitates slightly, but Gideon’s fingers curl into my lower back and he pushes me forward a little rougher. He really wants me to eat dinner.

When we arrive at the table, he pulls out a chair for me like I’m his date, and I sink into it, knowing I’m blushing like a nervous schoolboy. God, this is worse than a first date.

This isn’t even a fucking date. I’m not his type.

Shiloh smiles softly at me, almost pitying, as Gideon takes a seat next to me, his arm brushing against mine. If he reaches out and puts his hand on my thigh, I’m fucking leaving.

“So glad you’re here,” Shiloh says to me. “Unexpected, but very welcome.”

I nod and then turn to look at the other guy. He looks cute in his flowing pastel purple shirt, his hair braided on either side of his head. Almost like a girl, but…hotter.

“This is Rory,” Gideon says, and I pick up a water glass and sip on it quietly.

Bite your tongue. Bite it so fucking hard.

I did it with Matt and Max at dinner. I can do it again.

“Rory, this is Mitchell.”

Rory holds out his hand, and I startle slightly at the gesture before shaking it quickly.

“Hi, Mitchell. So nice to meet you. Gideon’s told me so much about you.”

My eyes flash to his, they’re pretty, almost violet in the dim lighting. I can see why Gideon is infatuated with him.

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