Chapter 9When Gideon took their belts off, Jesse began trembling with anticipation. He had to clench his fists to disguise the tremor in his fingers, and he sat heavily on the bed because his knees refused to support him. He didn’t know what Gideon would start with—or who would get to come first—but he didn’t care because he was finally free of that maddening belt and his c**k hardened as soon as he felt a whisper of air against his damp skin.
Except, Gideon looked at the clock and then told them to get some sleep.
For a moment, Jesse thought he was joking. He had to be joking, because nobody could take that directive seriously. But Gideon hadn’t been joking, and Jesse was too tired to fight with him. Chances were good that he was going to have his first wet dream since he was fourteen,
