Page 81 of Prodigal

“As far as you’re concerned, I am God because I can give you what you want.”

“What do I want?”

Okay, so he was gonna make Gideon spell it out. He rolled his eyes. “You want your son. I have him.”

“You—”

“I have his ear and his heart.”

Ennis paused, his heavy breathing the only thing Gideon heard. But he already knew what the response would be. He didn’t bluff and he didn’t play games he couldn’t win.

“What do you want in return?”

Gideon smiled as he dimmed the lights and got into bed. “I want to know who killed my mother.” He brushed his lips to André’s temple, lowering his voice when he told Ennis, “You have information.” That wasn’t a question. He knew the older man had information. “Dinner tomorrow night. I’ll have Samir send you the details, but Ennis, you’d better come prepared to spill secrets. Otherwise, you won’t leave my presence alive, and I can almost guarantee you that your son will help me bury your body.”

He ended the call and tossed the phone aside, cuddling up to André and inhaling deeply.

“Almost there,”he whispered to his father, to his mother, because he had no doubt they were together.“Almost there.”

André openedhis eyes to the sound of Gideon snoring. He smiled and rolled onto his side to face the other man. He didn’t recall falling asleep last night. The last thing he remembered was Gideon massaging him and how good it felt. His nakedness told him that he’d fallen asleep under Gideon’s hands.

Now, André studied the sleeping man next to him.

He looked peaceful, lashes brushing his cheek, hair a tousled mess. He liked all iterations of Gideon Winters, but André reallyliked when the other man slowed down. There were a million things pulling Gideon in a million different directions on a daily basis but he never complained. He always looked good handling business. And he’d put all that aside to take care of André last night.

Maybe André could do the same for him.

He got up carefully from the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, closing the door so he wouldn’t wake Gideon as he used the facilities and brushed his teeth. When he was done with that, he returned to the bedroom and crawled into the bed.

He tugged the covers off Gideon and took him in, lips lifting in appreciation. The sleeping man wore only black briefs, and André had never seen a finer specimen, honestly. He could barely remember what the men who’d come before looked like when he had a veritable feast spread out before him. Gideon was all golden skin and muscles, and André wanted to lap him the fuck up.

He dipped his head, pressing kisses to Gideon’s knees, spreading them wider and nuzzling the inside of his thigh until he got to his groin. He pressed his face to Gideon’s crotch, inhaling with a deep moan that echoed.

Except that wasn’t his moan.

That was— He lifted his head then, gaze clashing with Gideon’s half-opened blue eyes. André winked and pulled Gideon’s underwear down, ripping them off and tossing them aside.

“Baby.”

The raw scratchiness in his voice had André shivering. “You took care of me last night,” he murmured against Gideon’s hip. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.” He fisted Gideon’s dick, stroking it a couple of times, then holding it at the base as he ran his tongue over the crown.

Gideon cried out, arching.

André tightened his grip, dragging his tongue down the length of him. Then up. Over the crown. Repeating that movement over and over while Gideon bucked and writhed under him. André’s mouth watered, Gideon’s salty flavor hitting his taste buds just right. He relished it, moaning as he laved the dick in his mouth, tonguing Gideon down until his entire length was soaked and dripping and his hips were circling.

André pushed his throbbing dick into the mattress. He ached, but he focused on Gideon, on making him feel good, taking him apart.

He sucked Gideon into his mouth, and Gideon’s hand settled on the top of his head as André bobbed and weaved on the dick that pulsed against his tongue, pre-cum spilling and flooding his mouth. His eyes closed on a moan, all his senses locked in on Gideon—his taste, his texture, the weight of him.

Gideon held on to him but his touch was gentle. He wasn’t forcing André to take him deeper, wasn’t ramming his way down André’s throat. André took it upon himself to sink onto him, taking him as far as he could. Not stopping until his nose was practically buried in Gideon’s pubes, his eyes were watering, and his throat was convulsing.

“Fuck.” Gideon’s nails dug into the back of his neck. “André. Shit.” His ass came off the bed as he circled his hips.

André retreated and Gideon slid out of his mouth as saliva spilled down André’s chin, soaking them both. With both palms flat atop Gideon’s thighs, André dipped his head again, taking him back into his mouth, slurping him up all while he fucked the bed. Gideon’s grunts and moans filled his ears, as did André’s own pants and the wet sounds he made as he gobbled up the dick.

He moved one hand from Gideon’s thigh and fisted his balls.

Gideon moaned his name, his body vibrating under André’s touch. Releasing him, André inched lower, pushing Gideon’sthighs up with both hands and dragging his stiffened tongue from his balls to his ass.

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