Page 49 of The Prodigal Son

Jensen

When I’m with Theo, it’s amazing to me how quiet the voices are. I know they’ll be waiting for me after this trip. I will pay my penance tomorrow when the guilt and shame built into my psyche come calling, but tonight with Theo will be worth it.

He’s sitting beside me, looking as anxious and as tense as I feel. We’re not nervous with each other. The only time it’s uncomfortable is when we’re together and can’t touch. Every moment I’m with him without my hands on him is torture.

All I can do is relive the feel of his body against mine. His slender frame and taut muscles. His cock in my hand. The sound of his whimpering orgasm.

I meant every word I said to Theo. I want him to be mine. I want to be the one who takes care of him. Not because he needs it, but because hecravesit. And I crave it too.

As we reach the hotel, I climb out, but Theo stays back a moment to have a word with the driver. I don’t hear exactly what it is, but I definitely pick up the word tomorrow.

He’s staying the night.

I am both elated and anxious at the sound of that. It’s not that I don’t want to fuck Theo’s brains out because,God, I do. I want everything with him. But I also want to take my time with him. I don’t want to waste all this fire in one night.

I want to savor this man.

While Theo talks to the driver, I head into the lobby to check in. The woman behind the counter gets me my key with a flat expression. But as she looks up and sees Theo Virgil walk in the door with a hoodie pulled over his head, she pauses.

Fuck.

He doesn’t approach me because that would look too obvious, two men checking into a hotel late at night together.

I clear my throat. The woman behind the desk smiles to herself before getting back to work, typing in my information and getting my room ready.

“Did you see that?” she whispers with a grin. “Theo Virgil just walked past you.”

I don’t respond. This feeling of protectiveness consumes me as I glare at the woman.

“I’m sure if it was,” I mutter, taking my key card from the counter, “your guest’s privacy is more important.”

Her smile fades as I lift my brows with annoyance. “Good evening,” I snap before walking away.

Theo is hiding near the elevators, out of sight of the woman behind the counter.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, noticing my foul mood.

At seeing him, I soften and force a smile on my face. “Nothing,” I say under my breath.

We enter the elevator together, and I press the floor. I want to slam him against the wall again and kiss him until he can barely breathe, but I’m realizing now just how reckless we werelast time. If we’re not careful, we’ll be caught, and it will be detrimental to both of our careers.

On the ride up, I think about the woman behind the counter. This constant reminder that Theo is a celebrity pops up around every corner. His shows, backstage, online, in public.

I should be proud that he chooses to be with me, but there’s a possessiveness in me that hates that the world seems to think they own a part of him.

But what am I even thinking? Theo and I can’t be a true couple. Our relationship will never be genuine. It’s cruel and selfish of me to hold so much of his attention and loyalty when I know in my heart that I can’t give him anything serious.

This all started as an indulgence, but it definitely doesn’t feel that way now.

The elevator doors open, and I place my hand on the small of Theo’s back, leading him out to the hallway. We walk in silence to the hotel room. Before I press my key to the lock, I turn to look at him.

“Are we sure about this?” I ask.

“Fuck yes, Jensen,” he mutters, leaning into me. “Please open the fucking door.”

With a wicked smile, I unlock it and push it open. Taking a step in, I turn back toward Theo and reach out. Clutching the top of his hoodie in my fist, I drag him inside and bring his mouth to mine for a kiss.

He moans against me, and I swallow it down, licking my way into his mouth.

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