Page 49 of Prodigal

He studied them for a moment—the way Gideon hugged Jules to his chest as if she was his own flesh and blood. He also recalled the way Gideon had worked overtime to make Jules smile tonight, teasing her, promising outrageous things that had André rolling his eyes, if only she would smile for them. The other man cared for Jules, that much was obvious, and André softened even more toward him.

Silently, they walked back to Jules’s bedroom, where Gideon laid her on the bed gently, smoothing her hair away from her face while André pulled the blanket up over her. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and Gideon dragged his knuckles down her cheek. Her lashes fluttered but she didn’t wake.

André straightened and tapped on Gideon’s shoulder when he kept staring down at Jules. “Come on,” he whispered. A part of him wanted to remain in the room with her, didn’t want to take his eyes off her, but he forced himself to step away. “Let her sleep.” God knew she needed it.

Gideon turned away from Jules reluctantly and together they exited, André flipping off the lights before closing the door softly behind them. He nodded to the guard Gideon had posted outside…in case Jules needed anything, he’d told André.

Outside Jules’s door, André hesitated. He didn’t feel like going to bed; he knew what he wanted instead, but sudden trepidation had him hesitating, the words stuck somewhere in the back of his throat.

“André.” Gideon touched his face, and André blinked at him as the other man stepped into his space, their chests brushing. He smelled warm, intoxicating, and immediately saliva flooded André’s mouth. “Come with me.” His voice was all gravel, abrading André’s skin. Making him shudder.

That invitation wasn’t an innocent or simple one. André knew that. Promises darkened Gideon’s eyes, promises André would insist he followed through on. “Okay.”

Gideon licked his lips before they curved into a hint of a smile. He didn’t speak again, taking André’s hand instead, linking their fingers as they strode away. André focused only on where they were connected, where they touched. The feel of Gideon’s hand in his.

Heat spiraled through him, originating in his groin, hardening his dick to the point of being uncomfortable, thenspreading. His breath hitched. He didn’t think he’d ever wanted anything or anyone more than he wanted Gideon Winters. Maybe this was all a mistake, but he wouldn’t regret making it.

In fact, he looked forward to it.

So, he let Gideon lead them away, and he followed the other man into the dark recesses of his bedroom that smelled subtly of Gideon. André immediately inhaled deeply, taking that scent into his lungs. The door closed at his back, then the light came on.

He turned away from the huge bed covered in white sheets and faced Gideon, who watched him with eyes turned bright with hunger.He hungered for André.Just the thought sent André’s heart off at a gallop.

“Gideon.” It took effort to speak.

“I thought about having you in here so many times.” Gideon’s tone was hushed as he stepped forward. He loved getting all up in André’s space, but André didn’t mind it, not then. Not at all. As he studied Gideon, the other man swallowed, the movement of his Adam’s apple oddly erotic in the way it slid along his throat. “I didn’t think I’d get the chance.”

Because André had been so wishy-washy when dealing with him. But that was over and done. He knew what he wanted and he would take it for however long Gideon wanted to give it to him. “I’m here now,” he whispered, cupping Gideon’s cheek. “What do you want to do to me?”

Gideon’s tongue flicked out, gliding along his bottom lip as flames leaped in his eyes. “I want to fuck you. I want you perched on my dick, crying out my name.”

Fuck.André swallowed, a spasm rocking his body. Fuck.

Gideon moved then, backing André up until he was trapped between two immovable objects: Gideon and the wall. He pressed a hand to Gideon’s chest, nails curling to dig into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. “Gideon.”

The other man made a sound, hungry, rumbling, and dipped his head, pushing his nose into the crook of André’s neck as André struggled to remain upright on legs that were basically cooked spaghetti at that point.

“Just like that.” Gideon nipped him, teeth sharp, that pinch of pain so fucking sweet. André bucked against him. “I want to feed you my dick until you speak my name just like that. Like you’re drowning and I’m the air you need to survive.” His tongue dragged along André’s neck, drawing a soundless cry.

André tipped his head back, hips hitching to press up against Gideon, seeking his heat, his hardness. His dick pulsed a rhythm that matched the racing of his heart. He wanted that too, what Gideon just said. He wanted all of it.

And so much more.

Gideon lifted his head then, taking André’s face in hands that trembled, peering into his soul with lust-darkened eyes. “And I want to kiss you until you taste like me. And I taste like you.”

André didn’t know if he’d survive Gideon Winters with his soul intact. But he didn’t care. He held the other man’s gaze as he slid down his body, landing on his knees at Gideon’s feet. Anchoring himself with a hold on Gideon’s belt buckle, André told him, “Feed me your dick then.”

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It felt like a dream,staring down at André on his knees. Gideon’s heart raced, dick hard and aching, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. It was a pain that made his mouth water, that made his muscles quiver as he struggled to remain still, to allow André to make the first move. And still, he had to grit his teeth when André licked his lips, holding his gaze as he unbuckled Gideon’s belt and tugged it out of the loops before tossing it aside.

Breath stalled and straight-up died in Gideon’s chest when André unzipped him and reached inside, palm wrapping around Gideon’s length and pulling him out. He didn’t have it in him to hide even a fraction of what he was feeling at what André did to him. He pulsed in the other man’s grip.

“Fuck.” The curse left him unbidden. “I’ve thought about this a million times,” he confessed in a hoarse, jagged whisper.

André squeezed him, the corners of his mouth lifting. Lust had darkened his eyes and had his nostrils flaring. “Yeah? What else did you think about?”

He wanted to talk. He had Gideon’s dick in his hand and he wanted to talk, when all Gideon wanted was to tunnel to theback of his throat and take up residence there. “I thought about you wrapped around my dick.” The words came out harshly as the fire in his blood burned hotter and hotter. “Your throat, your hole. Doesn’t matter.”

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