Gideon (Boyfriend for Hire Book 3)

by RJ Scott

  Finally, stiff cock met stiff cock, and they kissed with desperation, sliding and rutting against each other.

  “This is dangerous,” he whispered as he kissed Rowan’s heated skin concentrating on his neck. Leaving a trail of kisses up to his lips, he pulled Rowan closer so they could deepen the kiss.

  His balls were tight. He was overwhelmed. He’d never felt anything like this, and it didn’t matter if it was right for the company, it was right for them at this moment. One taste of Rowan and he was addicted.

  “You got any protection?” Rowan asked, and Gideon whimpered into his throat. Condoms were the very last thing he’d thought of bringing with him on a Christmas family visit. He’d packed gift cards, and his shaving kit, a couple of suits, and that was it.

  “None. Shit.”

  “Okay, then we do it this way for now, but when we can, I want you to fuck me. You get that?” Rowan was fierce, and Gideon looked into stunning brown eyes and saw the promise in them. “I want you to show me everything you feel for me, fuck me over my desk, in the file room, in your place, mine. I want to steal kisses and hold your head as I fuck your mouth.”

  “Stop.” How was it that someone as sassy but innocent seeming as Rowan knew how to talk with sex dripping from every syllable?

  “No, I won’t. I’ve wanted you so long, dreamed of you forcing me up against the filing cabinet, tearing off my pants and falling to your knees and sucking me until I’m dry then turning me around. There’d be so much lube, and you’d press inside me, and I would grip that cabinet as you fucked me into next week.”

  “Rowan—”

  Gideon was so close. He wanted all that, every second of it. Wanted to push Rowan to his knees, over his desk, anywhere that was safe where he could show Rowan what he felt. Orgasm chased down his spine, but he wanted Rowan to go over the edge first.

  “My turn,” he said thickly and pinned Rowan’s hands above his head. “I’ll do that. I’ll open you up for me, put my fingers in you. How many can you take? One? I’ll push it in. I’ll find your sweet spot, and I will make you fucking come without touching yourself. I won’t let you move. You like that?”

  Rowan closed his eyes and gasped. His neck was exposed for bites, and then he arched and cursed, “Fuck!” It was hot and wet between them.

  He went limp in Gideon’s grasp, but Gideon wasn’t gentle, slipping and sliding in Rowan’s cum on his skin. He found a rhythm, and in a few thrusts Gideon came so hard he closed his eyes and cursed and buried his face in Rowan’s neck.

  They lay tangled, hot, and sticky until their breathing returned to normal.

  “You have a filthy mouth,” Gideon muttered, pressing lazy kisses on the skin he could reach, desperate to never move again.

  “Says the man who wants to finger me in the file room,” Rowan said and moved his head so they could kiss properly.

  “I will never be able to go into that file room again and not think about doing that,” Gideon admitted.

  “I’ll be there waiting for you.” Rowan smiled into the kiss.

  That sounded suspiciously as if he was describing a future. As if Rowan wanted this to carry on past tonight. Is that what I want?

  A cool breeze slid over their skin, and Gideon couldn’t help shivering. Part of him wanted to pull the covers over them and not to move at all, but that would be the most wrong thing he’d ever done. Instead, he reluctantly disengaged from Rowan’s grip then held out a hand and made a small step into a nebulous future.

  “Shower?”

  They padded into the bathroom. Gideon started the water before Rowan pulled him into an embrace and kissed him hard. If he didn’t stop that Gideon couldn’t be held responsible for what happened next. Sex. More kissing. More sex. That was what was going to happen next if Rowan didn’t stop because Gideon was getting hard again. It might just be his cock making a valiant try, but the thought of Rowan up against that damn cabinet, writhing on Gideon’s fingers in his ass…

  They washed off in silence, there was more kissing than washing, and when Rowan went to his knees, water sliding over his shoulders, Gideon’s cock was very interested in a second round. So much for losing the will the moment he got past thirty. Rowan sucked him down, played with his balls, bit and kissed and sucked every inch, and this time when he was coming, splashing his spend on Rowan’s neck as the water sluiced it away, he couldn’t help the yelp. When he watched Rowan getting himself off, soaping his hands, sliding along his cock before coming with a shout, Gideon knew this was a long way past dangerous.

  This was an addiction, for real.

  They didn’t wear anything to bed, opting to share one bed, curled up against each other. Gideon the little spoon with Rowan’s heat against his back, the covers tucked up around them.

  “Breakfast is at seven,” he whispered and Gideon heard beeps as Rowan set an alarm on his watch.

  “It will be chaos, won’t it?” Gideon said.

  “It will, so if you want to stay here, I’ll come back later on in the day.”

  “No, I want to go. I have gifts to give.”

  “You do? You didn’t have to do that, but it is so thoughtful and very sweet.”

  Gideon’s heart warmed at the soft praise and comfortably wrapped in Rowan’s arms, he slept.

  Christmas Day was mayhem and madness layered over chaos and noise. It was bright-colored paper and squealing kids and hugs and kisses. Gideon and Rowan shared one chair, out of necessity. Gideon sat on the cushion, and Rowan was perched on the edge. After a while, Gideon tugged Rowan down so that he was half-sitting on his lap and only when Rowan was in his arms did Gideon feel at peace.

  There were some gifts for Gideon. A beard grooming kit from the moms, specialty shampoos from Rowan’s sister, and other smelly stuff.

  Rowan gifted him a mug with the words “Best Boss” on it and a silk tie with a a beautiful blue watercolor pattern.

  “This will make my eyes pop,” he said to Rowan then reached up and tugged him down for a kiss. “You said so.”

  Rowan smiled into the kiss and pulled back a little.

  “That’s why I got it for you,” Rowan said. “I love…” He stopped, and a million tiny messages telegraphed in his eyes. “…the way your beautiful eyes change color when you wear blue.”

  “Have you been looking at my eyes?”

  “Since the day I started working at Bryant & Waites.”

  “What about the rest?” It seemed as if the noise of Christmas faded away as Rowan stared down at him.

  Rowan’s gaze was guarded. “The rest?”

  Gideon was doing this wrong. He had so much to say, but it wasn’t fair for Rowan to have to answer first. It was his turn to strip himself bare the way Rowan had done last night but using his words and pure honesty.

  “I’ve been looking at you since the moment I offered you a bottle of water in the interview,” he admitted cautiously and waited for Rowan to laugh at him.

  Rowan smiled so beautifully then pressed one final kiss to Gideon’s lips. “Same here.”

  “Break it up!” Kevin said and tossed a stuffed teddy bear at them, which hit Rowan square on the head and led to Rowan and Kevin rolling about on the floor like idiots. When the kids joined in, Gideon slipped out to the kitchen to find another can of soda.

  “Escaping the chaos?” Jodie asked from where she was refilling a jug of some cocktail that she and Gill apparently drank on Christmas Day. It was a tradition going back to the first day they met. If he and Rowan did that, then they’d be drinking water every time they wanted to recognize the day they met.

  The thought made him smile.

  “Yeah, Christmas is normally me, a film, and avoiding family.”

  She carefully placed the jug on the table and pressed a hand to Gideon’s chest.

  “Be kind to him,” she said with a soft warning tone. “Don’t shut him out and remember who he is.”

  Of course, Gideon would remember who he was, but he had to reassure Jodie. He captured
her hand and squeezed it. “I will.”

  Thirteen

  Rowan

  “I ate too much,” Rowan whined and rested his head on Gideon’s chest. He flinched when Gideon rubbed his side. This was the first moment Deon had left Gideon’s side, and Rowan was taking advantage of the extra space.

  “You certainly did.” Gideon pinched him through his sweater.

  “Gids, if you don’t want to see dinner again, I suggest you stop that.”

  Gideon rested his palm over Rowan’s stomach.

  The two of them were lying together on one couch. The day had passed in a whirl of presents, family, and food, and Rowan was exhausted.

  “So, how was it?” He idly drew his finger in circles over Gideon’s sweater, teasing one of his shirt buttons that lay beneath. “Christmas with this bunch of weirdos?”

  Gideon caught Rowan’s hand and raised it to press a kiss to his palm. “Perfectly chaotic.”

  Rowan laughed, curled his hand so he brushed Gideon’s jaw. “Is that a good thing?”

  “Definitely.” He leaned into Rowan’s touch. “It’s different from what I’m used to, but I didn’t hate it. Also, it was nice to get to see into your world. You tend to stop talking when your family comes up.”

  Rowan stroked Gideon’s hand. So he had noticed.

  “My world, huh? Even though it’s messy and complicated? Oh, and loud. So very loud.” He sighed and closed his eyes. Gideon’s body was warm and his heartbeat steady. Rowan was so very comfortable and would be happy to fall asleep right there beside Gideon.

  As if I didn’t have a care in the world.

  “Aren’t most families?”

  Rowan opened his eyes and arched his neck to look up at Gideon.

  Gideon said, “Though I think you take loud to a whole other level.”

  Rowan pursed his lips and stared at the other sofa where Ava was laying on her stomach. A variety of Christmas decorations were draped over her back and pinned to her cardigan as a way of a goodnight present from the children in the family, though the plan was very much instigated by Kevin, the biggest child of them all.

  He smiled to himself. It had been an hour since Sarah and her family had headed back to town and home for a more intimate, adult Christmas once the twins were tucked up in bed, and Ava hadn’t stirred once since then.

  Alcohol and heartbreak. Poor thing.

  “We’re heading to bed,” Kevin said in a hushed voice. Phoebe, the eldest of his daughters, was bundled up in his arms. She was sleeping soundly, her arms limply hanging down, her cheek squashed to Kevin’s chest as he hugged her against him all wrapped up in her warm winter coat.

  “What a lightweight,” Rowan teased and gently rubbed her ankle.

  “Night night, Uncle Ro.” Kevin put on a childish voice and waved Phoebe’s hand. “See you in the morning.”

  “Behave,” Esther chided as she joined him, carrying Clara. Clara was lying on her back with her arms and legs spread wide like a starfish in her orange plump looking jacket. Her mouth was slightly open as she arched her back. Esther sighed, reaffirming her hold. “See you tomorrow,” she mouthed and followed after Kevin.

  Rowan reached for his cell phone on the sofa cushion. Opening it up, he selected the front camera then raised the phone above them. “Smile,” he said.

  Gideon leaned in closer as Rowan snapped a shot.

  “Another,” Rowan said and curled his hand in the front of Gideon’s shirt. He tilted his head to pose and was surprised when Gideon pressed a kiss to his forehead. He pressed the screen, the moment captured. “I look terrible,” he uttered.

  “You look fine.” Gideon rested his chin on the top of Rowan’s head. “But since it’s Christmas, just this once, I’ll let you take another.”

  With a smile, Rowan leaned back his head, managing to catch Gideon’s mouth with his for a series of brief kisses. “It’s okay. Got the real thing right here.” He closed his eyes when Gideon touched under his chin, tilted his face for a firmer, longer kiss.

  “Still hungry?” Momo’s voice dispelled the magic of the moment. “Plenty of leftovers instead of eating each other’s faces.” She chuckled from the doorway.

  “Leave them alone.” Mom playfully whipped Momo’s ass with the kitchen towel. With a sigh, she folded the towel and put it on the side, then entered the front room, squeezing Momo’s butt as she passed. “And with that, I’m done. Dishes washed, dried, and put away.” She glanced at Rowan. “And before you say anything, we don’t need one.”

  Gideon poked Rowan’s arm. “Need what?”

  Momo chimed in, “A dishwasher.” She walked up to where Ava was laying. “That girl could always sleep through anything.”

  “Let me guess. Kevin?” Mom took a length of tinsel from Ava’s back.

  “He had help,” Rowan said.

  “I bet.” Mom crouched down beside Ava and gently stroked her hair as Momo removed the rest of the decorations. “Hey.” She tickled Ava’s neck, eliciting a moan. “Come on. You can’t stay here all night.”

  “Shurrup,” Ava muttered and waved her arm in the air.

  Momo wore a grin as she dangled tinsel in front of Ava’s face, dragging it across her nose.

  Ava made a strange sound, some sneeze and splutter combo, as she rolled onto her back. “I hate you both,” she complained, though her words held no weight or intent. She groaned and rubbed at her face. “What time is it?”

  “Coming up on ten o’clock.”

  “Ugh.” Ava rested her arm over her face.

  Mom stood. “Come on. Let’s get you upstairs.”

  It took both Mom and Momo to get Ava to her feet and upstairs.

  “Night,” Rowan called after them, chuckling as Ava raised her arm and showed him her middle finger. “Love you too.” He gripped Gideon’s hand. “Shall we head back too?”

  “If you’re sure. Did you want some time alone with your moms? I can go back myself if you’d prefer?”

  Rowan shook his head. “I think they’ve earned some time for themselves.” With a groan, he leaned forward. “I swear every year I say I’ve learned my lesson, and yet, same thing, way too much food.” He stood up and stretched his arms above his head. “Pretty sure I say something similar every time I get drunk as well.” He faced Gideon. “I’m never drinking again.” He animated the line with jazz hands then bit his lip, remembering back to Darcy’s wedding.

  The wedding, that kiss seems so long ago. Wanting to kiss Gideon, but also not wanting to unbalance their relationship, ruin the place and person he’d come to rely on, the person he wanted to be comfortable around, enjoy himself with. He’d tormented himself over the moment. Things could have gone differently.

  Gideon pushed against the couch and got to his feet. He rested his hand on Rowan’s hip. “Are you okay?”

  Rowan nodded. “Just taking a moment. Overthinking. You know how it is?” He gripped Gideon’s hand. He suddenly felt needy. Rowan wanted to stay close to Gideon and not let go of his hand for fear this thing they had easily settled into would upend itself.

  I don’t want to screw this up.

  “You don’t have to leave, you know?” Mom said as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

  Rowan met her in a hug. “It’s fine. I’m exhausted. Plus I think you and Momo have earned some quiet, just-the-two-of-you time.”

  “The two of us? I wish. Momo has plans with a certain gentleman this evening.” She grinned when Rowan raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Rod Stewart.”

  “Again?”

  “It’s tradition. It’s adorable how she’s watched it so many times she’ll be humming the next song before a single note is played.” She smiled fondly.

  Rowan pressed a kiss to Mom’s cheek. “Well, enjoy the two of you.”

  “We will.”

  They collected their coats and headed to the door.

  “See you at breakfast,” Mom said as she saw them outside.

  Rowan blew out a big breath. “Please, no more talk a
bout food.” He kissed her again. “Say night to Momo for me.”

  “Sure.” She glanced at Gideon. “Don’t let this one eat too much chocolate tomorrow morning.”

  “Okay,” Gideon said.

  She patted Rowan’s arm. “Chocolate is not breakfast.”

  “Says who?” Rowan tucked his scarf down the neck of his coat.

  “Says me.”

  Rowan sighed. “Fine. Come on, Gideon.”

  “I’ll keep an eye on him,” Gideon said.

  “Thanks.” Mom hugged herself. “Goodnight.” She didn’t linger, closing the door to escape the cold.

  Rowan stepped down onto the crisp, white ground then stood for a moment. There was a faint flurry of snow in the air, glistening in the outdoor lights. He felt more clearheaded in the fresh air and closed his eyes as he drew a long breath.

  “Quiet,” he uttered. Though he loved time with his family, he also enjoyed time alone. Calm, peaceful, resting. He opened his eyes when Gideon held his hand and gently pulled for him to follow.

  I’m not alone.

  This was different from the company of family. Rowan gripped Gideon’s hand as they walked. They shared no words but being together was comfortable. This was a different quiet than being alone. He bowed his head, pulled his scarf higher, hiding the smile that had spread across his face. Why did he feel so happy?

  They made their way down to the cabin, slipping inside and out of their thick coats.

  “Come here,” Gideon said and held out his arms. Having already kicked off his shoes and slipped off his pants and sweater, he had settled on the bed.

  Rowan knelt on the bottom of the mattress, trailed his gaze up from Gideon’s socks, up his bare legs to the front of his underwear beneath the hem of his shirt.

  He looks good.

  Gideon patted the space beside him.

  Rowan crawled forward. He let out an embarrassing yelp when Gideon wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into a hug. He pressed his hand to his mouth and could feel the heat in his cheeks. What a strange sound he had made.