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Hendrix grinned. “Appreciate the thoughtfulness. If you have to leave Sam again tonight, I suggest you call one of your coworkers. We have security, but they’re human, and I don’t want them going up against a shifter.”

Neither did Morgan. “I’m in for the rest of the day and night.”

Pushing the door open, Morgan chuckled at the delighted grin that erupted on Sam’s face.

Chapter Thirteen

When Sam had turned and run from the polar bear in the garage, he’d tried to avoid the counter, but in his panic, he’d collided with it and crashed and burned.

Now he was back to square one in his recovery. At least he was finally out of the hospital, again, and he wasn’t lying in the guest bedroom, bored out of his skull.

Instead, he was in Morgan’s bed. The guy had brought up the flat-screen TV and gaming console and was leaning against the headboard with the remote in his hand.

Sam snatched the remote from him and turned the television on, trying his best not to think of how both of them were wearing only their underwear. “I forgot to ask if you liked the last movie we watched.”

That was not what Sam wanted to talk about, but that was what came out of his mouth. Since when was he too shy to talk about sex? Sam needed to get over whatever it was if he wanted anything to happen between them.

And he desperately wanted something to happen with Morgan.

A slow grin spread across Morgan’s handsome face. “I’m not gonna lie. I didn’t watch it.”

Sam frowned. “You were glued to the screen.”

That wasn’t hard to forget since Morgan’s focus on the movie allowed Sam to sneak as many peeks at the guy as he wanted, until he’d decided to pay attention in case Morgan wanted to talk about it.

A low chuckle rumbled in Morgan’s throat. “Smoke and mirrors. I was forcing myself to look straight ahead instead of ogling you. Though, from the corner of my eye, I saw you checking me out more than once.”

Sam scowled. “I was totally watching the movie.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” Morgan said. “Why do you think I took you upstairs for a shower? I knew I was playing with fire, but the tension between us was driving me crazy.” He shrugged. “Besides, you really needed one.”

Sam’s jaw dropped. “Are you saying I stunk?”

Morgan rested his hand on Sam’s thigh. “I’m saying you were inching closer to smelling ripe, babe.”

“If my back wasn’t messed up, I would kick your ass for being so rude.” But Sam loved the endearment. He was also getting turned on with Morgan’s hand resting so close to his cock.

Getting a hand job in the shower nearly five days ago wasn’t enough. Not when Sam had been without sex for two damn years. Just hearing Morgan breathe made Sam all achy and hot. If he could, he would slide his leg over Morgan’s powerful thighs and ride his fat cock.

“If you’re hinting at having sex with me to speed up your healing process, we’re not doing that until you can at least move your hips without pain,” Morgan said. “I don’t care how much you beg for it.”

Was Morgan joking or serious? Sam couldn’t tell, but now all he thought about was the two of them naked and sweaty. His body tightened, and Sam’s breathing quickened. Now his hole ached, too.

He looked toward the television, trying to think about anything that would take his mind off experiencing an explosive orgasm. Having Morgan right next to him in a bed wasn’t helping his body to calm down.

“I’m gonna head downstairs and get you something to eat,” Morgan said. “It’s almost time for your meds.”

When Morgan sat up, Sam rested his hand on the guy’s wrist. “I’m not in pain.”

“Sam.” Morgan gave him a look that said he wasn’t falling for it. “I understand why you don’t want them, but you need them right now.”

“That’s not it.” Sam tightened his fingers on Morgan’s wrist and then relaxed them. “I think I might want to heal faster.”

Turning slightly to face him, Morgan asked, “Do you understand what that means? We haven’t had a chance to talk about this, Sam. I haven’t explained anything yet.”

Sam slid his hand over Morgan’s forearm. “After I freaked out and you were afraid to come into my hospital room, Dr. Baldwin explained a lot to me. That’s how I was able to realize why I felt the way I did toward you and why I damn near cried because you weren’t in there with me.”

Morgan studied him. “While I’m not happy someone else explained things to you, because that was my job, I can’t be too mad since it changed your mind about me.”

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