Page 93 of Reluctantly You

Emery leans against the wall, pulling a lollipop from his pocket, and continues to talk to us.

“Oh my god, Giddy, you have gotten ripped,” Emery says, popping the candy from his mouth and waving it around. I turn slightly so he can’t see that my dick’s half-hard just from being in Gideon’s presence. “When did that happen, and how can I get pecs like you?”

“Just hard work, little Emmy. Hard work.”

“Ugh, I hate hard work, unless it’s eating ass. Then I really like working up a sweat.”

My eyes widen, and Gideon grins at me, a wink thrown in there as well. My dick hardens even more.

Fuck.

“A good ass-eating is always worth the effort.”

As Emery blathers on about it, loosely comparing it to a stuffed turkey—God knows what that’s about—I envision it. Me bent forward, my hands grasping the sheets beneath me,Gideon’s scruff abrading my ass cheeks, his tongue pressing into me.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

I rinse off quickly and grab my towel, placing it over my erection and waddling out of the shower. Emery doesn’t even bat an eyelash, just continues chattering happily to Gideon while sucking on that damnable piece of candy.

I move toward my locker, talking down my newfound libido, before quickly drying off and throwing on some clothes. My cock is tucked beneath the waistband of my shorts as Gideon finally comes up next to me.

I can’t look at him or I may end up…begging.

Fuck. No.

“Come on, let’s wait outside,” I interrupt Emery, who stops speaking and then nods.

“Yeah, totally. Outside is so nice. Kinda hot, but you know. I am too, so it works.”

He beams at me, his teeth slightly red, and I sigh, walking out of the locker rooms.

Gideon appears moments later and Emery waggles his lollipop between us. “Are you two like, dating?”

I shake my head as Gideon clears his throat.

“He’s my boss.”

Emery gasps, his lollipop falling to the ground. “Oh damn. That was my last one. The rest are on backorder.” His gaze turns back to us. “What were we talking about?”

“Nothing,” I reply, and he nods.

“Yeah, probably so. I’ll remember tonight at three a.m. Where are we going to eat?”

“I’m not joining you,” I say, and Gideon peers over at me.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

“I think I’d beg to differ. You are coming with us. You need to eat.”

I let him place his hand on the back of my neck and lead me forward. I should fight, should refuse, but we just walk side by side across the parking lot to a small, casual dining place.

“Oh, they have the best French toast here,” Emery says.

“Thought you wanted a cinnamon roll.”

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