go eventually. It killed him that even if Ethan let him
go, some other hunter was going to come along and catch him. It
would happen eventually. Paranormals who were put in the wanted
registry were always caught sooner or later.
Ethan moaned when Jamie removed his hands
from his shoulders and slid them down his chest, fingertips
brushing against Ethan’s already hard nipples, flicking them gently
before pinching hard.
The sharp pain shooting through his body
magnified the pleasure he was receiving, just from the kissing and
nipple play alone. This was a lot slower than the previous times
they'd been together. Their romps had always been fast and fun, a
lot of smiling and talking even through the panting and moaning. He
was pretty sure that wasn't about to happen here.
This was definitely going to be their
goodbye sex.
Ethan leaned closer. He was about to roll
himself on top of the other man, intending to pin him to the bed,
but he didn't get very far before his stitches pulled. He hissed
from the pain and immediately tensed up.
"Ethan!" Jamie said, pushing him back a
little. He could clearly tell that the hissing and tensing wasn’t
from the pleasure of his touch anymore.
“ I’m fine.” Ethan was
having trouble just listening to his own voice as he waited for the
throbbing heat to turn down a notch. Fuck!
"We shouldn't be doing this. You should be
resting."
Jamie tried to get out of the bed, probably
to grab the first aid kit and then never come back, but Ethan
whipped his hand out and snatched the man's wrist just as his feet
touched the ugly carpet.
"Don't even think about it," he said through
his teeth, and then he started to get control of his voice as he
glared up at the other man. "You're not going anywhere."
Jamie's dark blue eyes widened at him, and
he tried to pull away, but Ethan's grip was stronger.
Maybe that was just because gripping
anything to dull the pain seemed like a good idea right about
now.
"Ethan,"
"I'm fine ," Ethan said. "My stitches
aren't ripped. I just moved too fast and it surprised me. It
doesn't even hurt anymore."
At least that part was sort of true, but he
wasn’t about to let a little hot throbbing in the wrong place ruin
this. Not now, no damned way.
Jamie bit down on his bottom lip. Ethan
watched as those teeth nibbled. There was no way Jamie knew just
how sexy that could be and how much Ethan always wanted to do a
little biting and nibbling of his own in that exact same spot. "I
don't know. Any other time...but after what happened in the
woods…”
"What happened in the woods is exactly the
reason why I need you right now. Don't say it's not the same for
you," Ethan said.
That really was part of the reason, but it
was a mix of everything. Ethan nearly died and nearly lost Jamie in
the same day. That created a sort of urgency inside of him, one
that said how much he needed the other man and needed him now. He
was almost a hundred percent positive that Jamie felt the same.
It was clear that he did when Jamie settled
back down on the bed.
"I guess we just have to be more careful,"
Jamie said. There was no hint of any playful smile on his face.
Yeah, this was definitely goodbye sex. He
wished that thought wouldn’t feel like a punch to the gut every
time it crossed his mind.
Ethan leaned back on the pillows, sitting up
with their help and the headboard, but then he frowned and stared
down at himself. He couldn't imagine how good he would be when he
was mostly expected to just lie here. "How the hell am I supposed
to touch you like this?" he asked. "Thank God my arms are
fine."
Yeah, thank God for at least that. Allison
hadn't touched his arms, his face or feet, and Ethan had to keep
reminding himself that he was going to be fine in a couple of days.
He was just a little on the stiff side right now.
"So, it's only your upper legs and thighs
that I need to avoid, and part of your chest," Jamie said. "She
only cut you there twice."
" Only , he says,” Ethan
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