Chapter 9
Jesse became aware of the world around him long before he opened his eyes. Gideon wasn’t in the room, but he heard him in the kitchen, and then heard him running upstairs, rustling around in the office above Jesse’s head. Jesse knew they had work to do, but he was in no hurry to jump out of Gideon’s bed.
If only because there was a possibility that if he lingered long enough, Gideon would come in for him.
He swallowed, trying to wet his dry, slightly bruised throat, and carefully rolled onto his back. He didn’t mind waking up sore. He especially didn’t mind waking up sore in Gideon’s bed. Images from the night before bombarded him, but the only thing that seemed real was the emotions that very nearly carried him away. The blow jobs, the f*****g, the biting, the almost endless
