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 yankedhim 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.”
