Page 94 of Prodigal

Gideon licked him, a drag of his tongue from André’s chin to his nose, and then he reared back, pulling himself almost all the way out before driving in.

Deep.

“Fuck!” André scrambled to hold on. But Gideon didn’t give him time.

Over and over, he drove in. So hard, André’s teeth rattled and his bones shook. So deep, André felt him in his spine. In his chest. His toes curled and he shoved a hand between their bodies, but Gideon got there first. The both of them ended up stroking André’s dick in time to Gideon’s thrusts.

Head thrown back, his ass came off the bed with each thrust he caught from Gideon. They fucked each other, Gideon’s dick driving to the depths of André’s soul and André riding it without a motherfucking care. Full abandon. No brakes.

He wasn’t even aware of Gideon shifting positions, but he found himself choking around Gideon’s tongue in his mouth, tasting blood when their teeth banged. They kissed. But no, that wasn’t even the correct description for the way they ate eachother’s mouths. Saliva dripping, teeth tearing, lips attempting to soothe.

It was nasty perfection.

And it wasn’t long before André was melting, coming with a low cry that Gideon snatched away with his mouth. André clenched around him, muscles squeezing until Gideon grunted, fingers spasming on André’s hips, almost as if the other man was tapping out. Finally, Gideon was coming too, burying his face in André’s neck as he pounded into him. André felt every bit of it, shuddering when Gideon’s cum heated him up from the inside out. He wrapped both arms around Gideon, holding his shaking body, stroking his hair.

Their ragged breathing filled the room, hearts thundering in the aftermath as their bodies struggled to regulate. Gideon clung to him, and André clung right back.

When his brain righted itself enough for him to formulate questions about what happened tonight with Gideon’s plan, he didn’t ask.

That could wait.

After a while, he kissed Gideon’s temple and rolled away from under him. The other man was already falling asleep. André hobbled to the bathroom and cleaned himself up, then returned with a wet towel to take care of a now snoring Gideon.

André smiled down at him.

He wanted to be Gideon’s safe space. His peace. Whatever he had to do to protect what they had, what they were building, he would. He’d never wanted to do that with anyone else, not even his ex. But for Gideon, he would do it all.

He climbed back into bed, holding Gideon in his arms, watching him sleep. When the first rays of morning sun appeared through their window, he carefully got up from the bed, ensured that Gideon was still asleep, and quickly got dressed. He tiptoed out of the bedroom, using a second bedroomdown the hall to wash his face and brush his teeth since he didn’t want to chance waking Gideon. Then he made his way downstairs.

He found Samir in the kitchen, scowling into a cup of tea.

“Morning,” André greeted him. “Take me to my father.”

Samir faced him with a raised eyebrow.

“No, Gideon doesn’t know, and he won’t, not yet.” André wasn’t asking. “Let’s go.” If he wanted a future with Gideon, then André would have to really deal with his father.

It was time.

He’d expectedto find Ennis in a dungeon somewhere, shackled and beaten and bloodied, too.

Instead, when Samir unlocked the warehouse’s heavy iron door that groaned when it swung open, André found his father sitting on the floor in the middle of the large, empty, and echoing space, armed men wearing masks and big guns standing off in the corners.

Ennis’s legs were folded under him and his eyes were closed. He appeared to be meditating.

André ignored the other men in the room as he studied his father. He no longer resembled the aloof billionaire one would see on television or in the glossy magazines. He looked as if he’d been stripped of something and as if it hurt. If André wasn’t in the know, if he wasn’t privy to all of Ennis’s sins, he might have felt sorry for him.

Samir jerked a finger and the armed men filed out of the space, leaving the three of them alone. Only then did Ennis open his eyes. They were filled with happy surprise when they landedon André, only for that happiness to die a quick death when his gaze shifted to Samir. Ennis froze, staring at the hulking man.

“You only have a short amount of time,” Samir told André. “Use it quickly.” He didn’t like that André had basically forced him to bring him here, though André knew no one could force Samir to do anything he didn’t want to. The other man just hated that they hadn’t consulted Gideon before leaving the penthouse.

“André.” Ennis got up from the floor, fidgeting from foot to foot as his gaze bounced between André and Samir. “You’re here.”

“I am.” Walking over, André stood in front of him. He understood the hope in Ennis’s eyes but had nothing for him.

“Come.” Ennis waved him over to a pair of metal chairs that were randomly placed off to the side. “Sit with me.”

Samir moved as they did, skirting the perimeter of the room, and it seemed his presence, or at least something about him, made Ennis uneasy. That made sense. Samir was calm, hardly ever speaking, but he was a killer. You only had to look at him to know that. Maybe in another life, André wouldn’t have known or picked up on it, but he’d been around Gideon and his people long enough to sharpen his discernment.

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