Chapter 17
Jesse’s eyes drooped as Gideon smeared cold lotion over his back, soothing away the sting left from the wax, but he didn’t allow himself to fall asleep. Gideon had refused to talk about the party up to that point, and Jesse wasn’t going to rest until he had a full report. Still, a part of him suspected Gideon was trying to lull him, because his hands felt amazing, and he occasionally brushed his lips across Jesse’s neck.
The night had been hell. Each hot dribble of wax had heightened his arousal, and even thinking about the monsters that were no doubt slobbering over him couldn’t deaden his response. The result was almost painful. He had no hope of relief, and he hated every second of it, and he just wanted Gideon to touch him, and he was terrified. His body was pulling him on
