He scrambled over Marc, straddling him in much the same way as he had the night before, but this time Marc stilled, his heated gaze clouding over.
Jamie gripped his face. “What? What is it?”
Marc blinked. “What?”
“Where did you go?”
“I’m right here.”
But Marc’s eyes remained distant. Jamie kissed him softly, his heart thumping as panic roared in his ears.He doesn’t want me.And who could blame him? Marc—
“Jamie.”
It was Jamie’s turn to blink. The shadows darkening Marc’s face had faded, like they’d never been there at all. Marc kissed him, his cock digging into Jamie’s back. “I’mhere.”
Jamie believed him. How could he not? And the thought of riding Marc’s dick sent bolts of white-hot electricity up his spine. Marc’s hands cupped his arse, squeezing and kneading, and Jamie shoved wildly at Marc’s waistband, desperate for them to be bare to each other again.
But when Marc was finally naked, he made no move to drive his cock inside Jamie. Instead, he grabbed Jamie’s hips and scooted him up to his chest. “Wanna fuck my mouth?”
Jamie froze. There was almost nothing he wanted more than to slide his dick between Marc’s lips and thrust it in and out, chasing the ecstasy that only another man’s throat could bring, but—but he didn’t know how. Zac had sucked him off in the years that they’d been close, but always on his terms, and no john had ever been interested in giving Jamie pleasure.
A flicker of comprehension crossed Marc’s face, and Jamie shuddered. How did Marc always seem to know what he was thinking? He dropped his head and closed his eyes, but Marc cupped his chin and forced him to look up and meet his gaze.
“What is it?”
Jamie shrugged, and a twinge in his shoulder reminded him how they’d ended up in bed together in the first place. Marc’s eyes widened with obvious concern and the crazy heat between them dropped.
Marc sat up, steadying Jamie with his strong hands until he was safely in his lap. “Shit. I’m sorry. Too busy acting like a horny teenager to ask how you are. Does it still hurt?”
“I don’t mind you acting like a horny teenager. I like it.”
“As much as I like hearing that, don’t deflect the question.”
Damn. Doctor perception sucked, and Jamie couldn’t deny the flare of pain that was blooming in his torso now that his morning wood was running for the hills. “It doesn’t hurt like yesterday, and it’s nothing like the day before. I think it’s nearly fixed.”
Marc laughed. “It’s not fixed. But I’m glad it feels better. Maybe we should lay off the manhandling for a while, though, eh?”
Jamie didn’t know what to say. The idea of clambering off Marc and seeking out his clothes seemed like the end of the world, but he’d have to do it eventually, and his seesawing thought pattern was usually a clear sign that he needed to go to a meeting.
With a sigh, Jamie pressed his lips to Marc’s in a reasonably chaste kiss. “I’d better go.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“I know, but real life is calling, isn’t it?”
“Seems that way.”
“Shame.” Marc’s dick was still hard against Jamie’s back, but as Jamie glanced over his shoulder, something else caught his attention—Marc’s leg, or rather, the space where it had once been. Jamie had seen the scars before—on his knees in the kitchen—but in all the excitement of getting off, he hadn’t got a close look at Marc’s stump.
And last night, he’d got the distinct impression that Marc didn’t want him to—not like now, as he was lying so relaxed and easy with Jamie on top of him. Jamie stared back at Marc, hoping he’d decipher the unspoken question in his eyes as easily as he seemed to decipher everything else. But for once Marc didn’t appear to read Jamie’s mind. Or maybe he did, and he wanted Jamie to vocalise the fact that he wanted to gawp at the one thing that madeMarcdig his teeth into his bottom lip.
Jamie swiped at Marc’s lip with his thumb. “I don’t have to... if you don’t want me to see.”
“What good would that do? It’s been gone three years, and you’ve seen the rest of me.”
Jamie slid off Marc and hovered his hand over Marc’s stump. “I want to touch it.”
“Why?”