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No matter who she brought in or what she showed him, his body refused.
But Carver was different.
He feltsafe.
And safe was something he needed to let go.
He wanted to be ashamed of the way his body tightened.
He knew what happened after. He’d seen how this hardness could be used to inflict pain.
Sure, she said it was pleasure, but he didn’t believe her.
Though she’d never used him—only made him watch—he understood the power his body held.
He didn’t want that power.
Carver had tried to look away from his body. He’d been careful with his touches.
If the big man hadn’t washed his feet, then there wouldn’t have been any issue.
But seeing his large form curled forward doing something that was meant for servants in his old home was overwhelming.
His body reacted before he had a chance to think it over.
Need punched through him.
Want so strong his body nearly melted into Carver’s touch.
And now Carver wanted to talk.
There’d been lots of talking so far. Most of it around him and not to him.
Still.
This time, he needed to say what was on his mind. He didn’t want Carver to get the wrong idea.
Then again, he wasn’t all that sure what therightidea was.
Twenty-Four
He hated havingto do what came next. He didn’t want to upset his sweet boy, yet he couldn’t keep up with all the lies. Sure, they were purely from omission, but they were lies all the same.
“Have a seat,” he said, pointing to the bed.
Gideon dropped onto the mattress, his gaze never leaving Carver’s. They stared at one another for several minutes before he was able to pull himself away.
Pacing the room, Carver started from where he thought best: his own past.
“When I was a kid, I ran around this place without a care in the world. There wasn’t anyone or anything that could hurt me because my father was the president of the club. It’s what I believed until I was shown otherwise.”
Carver took a deep breath as he prepared to share the rest. It wasn’t something he did often. Really, it had been ages, and he still didn’t like discussing it.
“One day, when I was supposed to be playing inside, I wandered out to go look at the bikes. I’d been obsessed with them, but no one would let me close. So I chose to do it myself.” He chuckled darkly. “I didn’t realize the reason they wanted meto stay inside was because we had visitors who weren’t friendly. My father had called a meeting with them, and he didn’t want them to know about me.”
Gideon tilted his head.
“Yeah, sweet boy. What you’re thinking is what happened next. I was spotted by one of the men and all hell broke loose. Someone snatched me up, tear gas and bullets came out, and then I was gone. Stolen away for weeks while they sorted out a peace agreement.”