Emma’s unconscious body. Jesus.
Gideon dove low the second time. He hit the back of Jesse’s knees with his shoulders, tackling him to the cold floor with a sharp crack to both their heads. His fist shot forward, the near violent impact with Jesse’s jaw splitting the skin on Gideon’s knuckles. Blood dripped between his fingers, but Gideon didn’t let it distract him from rolling with Jesse a few more feet, away from Emma and the swing.
Jesse tried to push himself to his feet, but he was clumsy in his haste, giving Gideon an opening to kick him in his thigh. He dropped back to the ground, but he didn’t stop struggling. Gideon knew Jesse was strong enough to throw him off—probably strong enough to throw him through the wall. But he was obviously too distracted by the lust still pumping through him—his cock was still rock hard beneath Gideon—to realize that. He wasn’t, however, too distracted to try and roll away from Gideon’s grasp, thrashing as he did.