Not His Kiss to Take (17 page)

As he thought of it, an errant orgasmic aftershock ripped through his groin and up his quivering abs. His lips offered up a moan. His hips gave up one last involuntary jerk. So did his cock.
Goddamn it.

How many fingers had Evan shoved inside him? His ass complained with an achy twinge. Still slick and slippery with lube, his hole felt a bit sorer than it had earlier—in a strangely good way. Now he had an inkling of why someone would willingly let another guy fuck him in the ass. The prostate…
wow.
Except now a whole bunch of new questions kept trampling their way into his bliss.

Sighing, Jamie rolled onto his side, faced Evan and ignored the sticky trail of cum cooling on his chest. Funny, he’d never noticed before how hairy Evan was before. Or did he just look furry because Jamie was used to looking at women’s chests? His chest hair wasn’t
that
long, just thick, like maybe he’d manscaped recently and it hadn’t grown back yet.

Jamie looked down at his own slightly fuzzy chest to compare. Practically hairless.
But I’m blond, not dark like the doc and his kinky black soul. I’ll never be all that hairy anyway.
Like he wanted to try out that kiss, Jamie also wanted to touch Evan’s solidly built chest, test out the texture of those fine dark hairs, and trace the path of them that trailed downward. He wanted to wind his fingers in the thicker thatch curling over Evan’s wiry forearms and determine what it felt like. Just curious, that’s all.

“
Wanna talk?” Evan asked softly, interrupting his mental rambling.

Last thing I want, Doc Naughty-Hands. Leave me alone to think.
“No.”

Once again, Evan didn’t argue. What a fucking miracle. He simply rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom, ditching his pants as soon as he cleared the door.
He climaxed too—you know he did. He came rubbing himself against your leg. And fucking your ass with his big fingers. Let’s not forget that.

The water ran in the bathroom for a moment, and then Evan returned to the side of the bed, wet cloth in hand. Boneless and limp, Jamie let Evan wash him off. Shameless now—after the enema, he’d ventured beyond caring about modesty—he didn’t bother to protest the cleansing, not even when Evan wrapped a finger in the cloth and wiped the lube residue from the crack of his ass and sore hole.

Evan’s gentle stroking with the wet cloth both soothed and hypnotized as easy as his voice did. Lulled, Jamie’s eyes drifted shut. An overwhelming exhaustion tugged at his muscles, and the guest room teleported to a hazy point a thousand miles away, too far to stumble his way to. His eyelids weighed heavy. Usually, Jamie felt chatty after sex. Not this time. Couldn’t even form words.

“
Go to sleep, Jamie,” Evan said in a soft voice. “You’re exhausted. You can be mad at me in the morning, but for now, let it go. Quit fighting everything so hard and let yourself fall.”

After tossing the cloth through the en suite door, Evan tugged up the duvet and crisp cotton settled comfortingly against Jamie’s chest.
Safe here—I’m safe here with Evan. Despite everything. No one can hurt me here. I can still trust him…I wanna trust him.
The mattress jiggled as Evan climbed onto the other side.

Say it.
Sleep danced enticingly before him.
Just fucking say it. Be a man and own up to it. Prove Derek wrong; prove that you’re not the weakling he says you are.
“I liked that,” he whispered across the sheets. Admitting it resonated with a quiet rightness, and he couldn’t say why. Then, after a heavy, sated sigh, sleep danced with him.

Morning broke impossibly soon. Light seeped into the crack between the heavy curtains, obscenely bright. Something felt different. A few somethings.

For the first time since the assault, Jamie woke with a raging hard-on. Probably what had awakened him to begin with, since he lay uncomfortably on his stomach, nestled in the covers on Evan’s king-size bed.
Evan’s bed
… The stiff length of his erection eagerly prodded the mattress. As he shifted against the sheets, seeking a little friction, Jamie realized Evan was in the bed with him, awake and watching him over the top of a thick medical book propped up on his chest. One dark brow quirked, and the man smiled knowingly.

“
Good morning,” Evan drawled.

“
Hmpf,” Jamie mumbled and then buried his face in the pillow, acutely embarrassed. He wouldn’t be able to stay in the position for long with his dick squashed beneath him like that. And with Evan watching him so intently, he couldn’t rut and rub against the sheets either.
I can’t believe I fell asleep in Evan’s bed. With Evan. And had sex with him first.

Stupid quinoa. Maybe it’s ergot poisoning—doesn’t that make you go mental?

“
Glad to note things are working properly when you weren’t so sure before.”

A quick peek over the pillow confirmed the bastard was laughing at him. Well, his eyes were anyway. “Piss off,” he muttered.
What a smug prick.

“
Sounds like someone’s getting his snippity attitude back.”

Unable to take his weight pressing on his dick any longer, Jamie rolled over. “Do you have to be such an arrogant prick? And first thing in the morning?”

Evan grinned, crinkles forming at the corners of those incredible eyes. “You sound frustrated again, my pretty angel. Want me to help you with that?”

“
No,” he snorted.
Yes!
his body argued.
Whaddya mean no? Are you crazy?

“
You sure?” Evan took one hand off the book and slid it beneath the blanket, and, judging by the way the covers rustled, stroked his own cock. His eyelids flickered with the pleasure of it.

How can he just jerk off in front of me like that?

Knowing Evan was jacking his cock beneath the covers made Jamie’s dick pulse and poke impatiently at the covers. God, if only he had the nerve to touch himself like that too…and in front of Evan. “If I said yes, what would you do about it?”
Shut the fuck up, will you? Don’t encourage him. You know he wants your ass.

The little devil on his shoulder argued back with a snarky,
So?

Smiling evilly, Evan tossed the book to the floor. “Depends on what you’re…
up
for.”

“
Oh, funny, ha-ha,” Jamie replied. “You’re a riot.”

Grabbing the duvet’s edge, Evan yanked it down, baring…
everything
. Evan’s erect cock was fucking
huge.
And different—circumcised. Jamie couldn’t take his eyes off it. The skin on the flared head looked satin-smooth. The taut flesh was dusky purple, and the slit wept a drop of clear fluid. The rush of cold air didn’t cool things down any or prevent Jamie’s dick from springing up madly in response, now unfettered by suffocating blankets. Cheeks burning, Jamie went to grab the comforter and pull it back.

“
Oh no, you don’t,” Evan teased. “I think maybe I should do an examination while certain parts of you seem to be…
eager…
for the attention. You know, to make sure things are healing well.”

“
That’s so lame, Evan,” he groaned. Attempting to hide the evidence of his arousal, Jamie raised his knee.

“
You think so?” Evan pushed his knee back down again. “Looks fine to me. Better than fine. But you can never really tell unless you check. Closely.”

The distance between them abruptly disappeared as Evan slithered up right beside him, all musky-scented male and hard muscles radiating a delicious heat. Instead of pushing him away, what he definitely should do if he knew what was good for him, Jamie found himself tangling his fingers in Evan’s furred chest.
Soft. I knew it’d be soft.
Evan’s breath caught—seemed he’d suddenly run out of witty taunts.
Huh.
Jamie brushed his thumb across Evan’s pectoral muscle—it flexed and bunched—and then continued across to the small, distended nipple. Evan’s sharp gasp went in his ears and leapt straight down to stir up his cock even more.

“
You do that, boy,” Evan bit out, “you better mean business.”

Jamie had no idea if he actually meant business or what that entailed exactly, but he sure as hell didn’t want to stop. The nipple under his roving fingertip was smaller than a woman’s, but like a woman’s, it puckered as he fingered it. Made his nipples tingle in silent reply. “You like that,” he whispered, mostly to himself.

“
Well, yeah.”

“
Oh.”

“
Don’t you?” Evan asked.

Jamie didn’t have a wealth of experience with girls yet, but he’d liked it the few times any of them had touched him there, not that they lingered long enough to make it feel really good or anything. “Maybe.”

“
Why don’t we find out for sure?”

Jamie froze. Evan mistook it for fear, and the teasing smile vanished.

What am I doing?
Jamie didn’t think it mattered. He wanted to explore this…whatever
this
was, this thing between them, and be damned to the consequences. “You can touch me,” he breathed.
Please touch me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me…but I want…you.

Evan’s eyes opened wide. “You sure?” Desire virtually rolled off the doctor in waves, but he held back and kept those big, confident hands to himself. “Be sure, Jamie. I don’t want to be the cause of your regret. I have enough regrets of my own.”

For a second, he wavered. Then his mouth watered—he wanted to feel Evan’s touch that badly. No contest. Saying
no
would be the choice he’d regret, not saying
yes
. “
Please
,” he begged. “Touch me. I wanna know.”
I gotta know.

Gotta find out if last night was just a fluke. If it really was that good.

Evan swallowed, then slowly, tentatively, reached out and set his big hand on the center of Jamie’s chest. Just rested it there, testing, not moving it around for a moment but asking an unspoken question. The heat from Evan’s palm penetrated right through his flesh and bone and into his heart as it pounded wildly beneath. “Yeah,” he affirmed. “Like that.”

Instead of moving his hand completely, Evan slightly twisted his wrist and caressed the middle of Jamie’s chest with the tips of his hot fingers, sliding them over his flushing skin, back and forth, leaving invisible scorch marks behind. “Like this?”

“
Y-yeah,” he sputtered. “Like that.”

No longer caught up in that arrogant smirk, Evan’s mouth had relaxed, had changed into something…better. Something
pleased.
“What if I did this?” Evan asked, extending his reach so that his index finger brushed against Jamie’s nipple.

Startled by the jolt of pleasure wrought from that single teasing touch, Jamie jerked. His cock twitched and leaked in anticipation of more. “Yeah,” he repeated, settling again. Evan rubbed the nub again, harder. “Do it some more,” Jamie pleaded, curiosity flying.
Need more—gotta know.
“Maybe harder,” he added. Jamie couldn’t believe the needy sound of his own voice spilling out, so craven.

Evan obliged him and caressed more forcefully, hand roving freely, fingers arousing every nerve they passed over. Sliding closer, Evan shifted onto his side and covered Jamie’s leg with his own, slowly slipping his knee into the crevice between Jamie’s thighs. The coarser hair on Evan’s leg brushed against the baby-fine ones on Jamie’s leg, raising them on end as the unaccustomed hairy contact sparked a pleasant shiver. Clever fingers stroked and teased in a way no one had ever touched him before.