We Have Till Dawn - Cara Dee Page 0,37

pass for twenty,” he murmured. “Sweet boy.”

Jesus.

His raw masculinity and power pushed me straight into a subservient mind-set.

“Just follow my lead, okay? The trick is to take it slowly at first so everyone who doesn’t want to take part can leave.”

Um. Everyone? Take part?

Rather than taking my hand or something, he slipped a hand to the back of my neck and ushered me into the store, which was surprisingly small. Considering all they bragged about in the window, I’d expected something bigger. But there were arrows on the floor leading to the back, so I guessed all the booths were in another section, separated from the store.

Gideon guided me straight up to the register, where a guy my age was flipping through a catalogue with a bunch of leather outfits. He glanced up and straightened as he spotted Gideon.

“How can I help you, sir?”

Oh, step off, bitch. Not in any way you’re hoping for.

He reminded me of Shawn.

Gideon tightened his grip on my neck a little and patted my chest. “I’m here as moral support to my son who’s too shy to pick out some sex toys to experiment with.”

Madonna fucking mia…what?!

Heat exploded within me, and I blushed like a fucking kid. It felt like my cheeks were suddenly on fire. My stare could not drop to the floor any faster, though not fast enough for me to miss the shock on the guy’s face.

“It took me forever to drag it out of him,” Gideon went on. “So I’d like to nip this in the bud and get it over with. Any recommendations?”

I didn’t know what was worse, the fact that two couples nearby had clearly overheard Gideon, or that I was getting off on it. Despite the mortification…fuck it, no one turned me on like this man.

The guy behind the counter stuttered a quick direction to the vibrators, and I felt his stare burning a hole in the back of my skull as Gideon ushered me toward the rear of the store section.

The half-dozen men in the shop weren’t hiding their curiosity for shit.

“Go on, then,” Gideon said. “Pick out a vibrator.”

I gulped and reverted to some clueless teenager, and I stepped forward and glanced at the wall of silicone dicks. Dildos next to vibrators of all shapes and, um, species. If I wanted to get probed by an alien dick, this store had me covered.

I’d owned a single sex toy in my life, a J-shaped prostate massager, though I’d been around plenty of other toys provided by former clients.

“It’s past midnight, son. Pick up the pace a bit.”

Fuck me.

I swallowed and grabbed the first prostate massager I could find. “Uh, this one?”

“I’ll go grab a basket.” He left me. He fucking left. And I stared after him, only to spot everyone who was having trouble minding their own business. Except, this was what Gideon wanted. He wanted an audience.

Christ, so did I. I wanted to see how far he’d take it, and the other men sure as hell didn’t seem to mind either. Unless it was a coincidence they were suddenly checking out toys and movies that were closer to where I was standing.

I heard Gideon speak to someone, presumably the guy at the register, but I couldn’t make out the words.

I turned back to the vibrator selection and gave it more than a cursory glance this time.

If this was gonna turn into a shopping spree, I could think of a toy or two to keep after Gideon moved on and married a woman. I’d need a dick that felt and looked like his, ’cause it wasn’t a gay pity party until there was miserable masturbation involved.

I’d just grabbed an eight-inch dildo when Gideon returned with the guy from before.

“This young man offered to assist us,” Gideon told me. “He’ll write down what we put in the basket, and then we can open the boxes if needed.”

Fuck me twice.

Okay, so that guy was just gonna stand there with his little notepad and the basket at his feet. And stare at us.

He didn’t look so uncomfortable anymore. Quite the fucking opposite.

“Pretend I’m not here,” he said.

Uh-huh.

“What’ve you got there, boy?” Gideon grabbed the boxed-up dildo from me and smirked a little. “You and your mother have the same taste.”

Just when I thought my face couldn’t turn redder.

I exhaled unsteadily and tried to say something, to move my goddamn feet, to do anything, but I was rooted in place. I was waiting for instructions. I was watching him like I