“So why not walk right up to his door and shoot him like you did Callan?”
“Not that easy,” Dean answered. “Callan didn’t see it coming because he was cocky, believed Gideon was going to him to grovel. If he was smarter, he’d have realized his mistake. Lorcan, and I hate saying this, is smarter, always has been.”
“He’ll expect you.”
“He’ll expect anything and everything,” Gideon corrected.
Smirking, I said, “Except he wasn’t expecting me.”
Gideon’s eyes sparkled, and there was no hiding the hunger there. Fortunately, Dean didn’t pick up on it or if he did, he didn’t address it. “That’s why you have to stay here.”
I looked at him. He was serious, fear in his expression. “What happens next?”
The collective sigh they released was comical. Gideon answered my question.
“I need to keep you all here; this house is protected. Out there?” He pointed toward the window, but from the second floor I couldn’t see much aside from trees. “It’s going to be a war zone, and I can’t have you all out there and be worrying about any of you.”
“You’d worry about me?” I leaned forward and unless Dean was blind, there was no way he missed how I was leering at Gideon.
“Yes.” Gideon clenched his jaw. “I’d worry sick.”
Well, that was nice to hear. “I can’t sit here and twiddle my thumbs, Gideon. I’ll go stir-crazy.”
Gideon’s laugh was positively salacious. “Oh, I’ll figure out a way to keep you busy.”
“Okay.” Dean stood. “This part of the conversation I do not need to be here for.” He clapped my shoulder as he passed. “I’m glad you’re staying, Penn.”
Too focused on Gideon, I didn’t watch Dean leave. Gideon stood and rounded the desk, and I sat back and opened my legs wider, glad he stepped between them.
“Are you feeling stir-crazy right now?” His hands were in his pockets, straining the material of his pants and accentuating his impressive bulge.
“Madly.” I bit my lip and tentatively brushed my finger over his erection, earning a hiss.
“I wouldn’t be keeping my promise if I let you go on this way.”
“Hmm…” I slid my hands up his thighs, my thumbs brushing his cock, and stopping once I reached the button of his pants. “It would be rather rude of you.”
He didn’t remove his hands from his pockets. Not as I unsnapped his pants or pulled down his zipper. Not even whenI slipped my hand in and pulled out his beautiful cock. He just watched me with his sultry obsidian eyes that sparkled with sex, sin, and everything in between.
I didn’t dare withdraw my gaze as I leaned forward and swiped across the tip, indulging in the precome that begged for my tongue. He watched every second, his hands still firmly in his pockets, even after I took him all the way in, my nose pressing against his pubic hair.
I reveled in his taste and smell and if oxygen wasn’t a requirement, I’d have happily stayed right here like this.
“Shit, Penn.”
Popping off, I met his eyes. “You want to fuck my face?”
He swallowed loudly, and I could feel his legs shaking with need. I’d sit right here and let him use me for however long he wanted, because surrendering to a man like him was euphoric. Maybe that was because of who he was, I didn’t know. What I did know was that if he didn’t get his cock into my mouth, I was going to take it.
Finally, his hands left his pockets and gently, he cradled my head. “Tap my leg if it’s too much.”
“I will…but it won’t be. I can take more than most.” I winked, and that seemed to be all the spurring on he needed.
He pushed in slowly at first but as I hollowed out my cheeks and swallowed around his cock, he sped up. Fuck, I loved this. I wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of being used or that I was giving this powerful man the greatest throat fuck in the world.
“Penn.” He moaned, and his thrusts became a little erratic. A few pumps later, he was coming down my throat, and I was relishing in it.
I hummed as he slid out, smiled when he wiped his thumb over my swollen lips. “Delicious.”
