Chapter 6
Turned out, kissing wasn’t just a one-time thing. Rutledge seemed to think that now that he’d done it once, he had the right to shove his tongue into Shawn’s mouth whenever he wanted—and he seemed to want it very often.
As a result, Shawn had been spending an awful lot of time in Rutledge’s lap, with Rutledge’s tongue in his mouth and Rutledge’s hands on his ass.
The latter made him a bit uneasy, but Rutledge didn’t seem to want anything else.
Shawn figured the guy just couldn’t help it, so he didn’t make a fuss about it.
Usually, after about ten minutes of hard kissing, Rutledge ordered him to suck him off, but today he was taking his time, kissing him over and over, deep and absolutely filthy, until Shawn could barely breathe.
The familiar feeling of being completely overwhelmed was back, and Shawn found himself gasping and making small noises—he wasn’t even sure why.
It was just too much. He wasn’t sure whether he liked this feeling—the feeling of being completely overwhelmed—or hated it.
At last, Rutledge broke the kiss, but instead of simply ordering him to suck him off, as he usually did, he started kissing down Shawn’s neck.
“Er, I’m pretty sure this wasn’t part of the deal,” Shawn said.
Rutledge ignored him, of course.
Shawn rolled his eyes. Since the whole thing started, he’d discovered that Rutledge actually kept himself in check in class and did not demonstrate the extent of his…
personality. When they were alone, Rutledge didn’t hold back: he was completely domineering.
Everything had to be done the way Rutledge wanted.
Shawn was torn away from his thoughts when he felt Rutledge’s large hands slide under his shirt to stroke his bare back.
“You’re kinda crossing the line, man,” Shawn murmured, though if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t that bothered by Rutledge’s coping a feel. He wondered whether he should be.
It wasn’t the first time it had occurred to Shawn that he was nowhere near as freaked out by the whole thing as he probably should have been. But then again, he had the guy’s dick in his mouth every day. This was nothing.
Rutledge continued to nibble at his neck aggressively. “Pull me out and jerk me off.”
Before Shawn could do it, Rutledge’s cell phone started vibrating on the desk.
Swearing through his teeth, Rutledge lifted his head from Shawn’s neck and reached out for his phone.
“Yes?” he snapped without looking at the caller ID.
Shawn watched with interest as Rutledge’s face turned into a stony mask. He obviously didn’t like whatever the caller was saying to him, because his voice turned hard. “I’m not interested, Vivian.” A pause. “I don’t give a damn about what he wants. Save your breath. I’m not coming.”
His curiosity piqued, Shawn leaned closer to the phone, trying to catch what she was saying.
“…father is very ill, Derek,” the woman—Vivian—said. “I swear I’m not lying. He would never admit it, but I know he wants to see you before—before… Please. For me.”
Rutledge’s jaw tightened. “I’m not going to do what he wants me to do. I’m not marrying that silly little girl.”
“Amanda is a nice young woman,” Vivian said. “Yes, her dad is our father’s friend, but she’s not her dad. She’s kind and—”
“Vivian,” Rutledge cut her off, glaring at his desk. “You’re forgetting something. I’m not into women. And even if I were, I would have never married the woman he chose for me.”
Vivian sighed. “Just come home this weekend. That’s the only thing I’m asking.”
Rutledge pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine,” he bit out. He hung up rudely and dropped the phone onto his desk.
“Your sister?” Shawn said. Figuring Rutledge wasn’t in the mood for sex anymore, he was about to slide off his lap when Rutledge grabbed him and yanked him into a kiss.
The kiss was cruel, hard, and punishing. It ended as quickly as it started.
Rutledge gripped his chin and stared at him, anger still rolling off him in waves. “You will accompany me.”
Shawn chuckled. “I will? Thanks for informing me.”
“I’ll pay you,” Rutledge said, not at all fazed. “Another three thousand for the weekend.”
Shawn stared at him. “You can’t be serious. You’re willing to pay me three grand just to annoy your dad?”
The glare Rutledge gave him would have made him flinch a few weeks ago. “That’s none of your business.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s almost two. Go home and pack for the weekend. I’ll pick you up in two hours.”
Shawn put his hands on Rutledge’s shoulders. “Whoa, wait a second. I’m not going anywhere. I’m serious. I can’t.”
Rutledge shot him an irritated look. “Why not?”
Shawn hesitated. “I have two little sisters. They’re just four. I can’t leave them for the weekend. They have no one else.”
Rutledge had an expression on his face Shawn couldn’t quite read. “Get them a babysitter. I’ll pay.”
Rolling his eyes, Shawn jumped off his lap. “Is that your answer to everything? You can’t buy everything, you know. I’m not going to leave the kids with someone they don’t know. Their usual babysitter has a weekend off.”
Rutledge heaved a sigh, his brows knitting slightly as a frown crossed his lips. “Fine. Bring the brats with us.”
Shawn paused before turning back to him. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. They get anxious around strangers, and you…well, you’re you.”
A wry smile appeared on Rutledge’s face. “Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t eat babies for breakfast.” He stood up and walked toward Shawn. “You’re coming with me,” he said, stopping in front of him. “I don’t care what you do about the children, but you will come with me.”
Before Shawn could say anything, Rutledge grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss.
A few minutes later Rutledge finally let him breathe again, and Shawn was disturbed to find his fingers clenched in Rutledge’s shirt.
“Right,” he said, somewhat dazedly, blinking.
Rutledge gave him a push towards the door. “I’ll pick you up in two hours. I know your address.”
“Right,” Shawn said again and left, feeling more than a little confused and freaked out.