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Jamie was going into heat.
On a night train in a two-bedroom carriage. Stuck. With me.
I had nothing.
Zero.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” His voice broke, and he continued in a whisper. “My heats are irregular, but I didn’t know. This is way too soon. I really had no idea. Really.”
Sniffling, he rocked back and forth.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Hartley. It’s starting to hurt, and I don’t know what to do.”
He shuddered and wiped his cheeks. The tears kept coming.
I knelt there like a statue, my hands trembling in midair.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” His expression crumbled into a painful grimace.
Oh Lord.
The sight of him and the sound of his broken voice hurt like a fucking fist squeezing my heart.
“Please, don’t cry.”
He let out a broken laugh. And I felt like an idiot, telling him not to cry. What was he supposed to do?
“Jamie, I…” I cupped his shoulders and stroked up and down his arms. Up again. To his neck. Until I held his cheek.
His red-rimmed eyes widened as he stared at me.
I brushed the corner of his lips with my thumb.
What the fuck was I doing? He was at his most vulnerable. He didn’t have any options. Not out here.
He was stuck with me, and I would take advantage of that? What was wrong with me?
The fist holding my heart squeezed again.
“Don’t cry, baby,” I murmured.
Jamie held my gaze. His lips parted. Then he slowly blinked, and his gaze dropped to my mouth.
We were both thinking the same thing. The solution was obvious. Did he want me? Would he have wanted me if he’d had a choice?
“Jamie…”
I wanted to ask. I was about to. But before I could, he launched himself at me.
His mouth collided with mine, and he locked his arms around my neck. The kisses were wild, all teeth and sucking lips, and I couldn’t get enough. He tasted of salt, of his tears, but he wasn’t crying anymore. He was kissing me with all his might.
I grabbed him by his ass and pulled him into my lap until he straddled me on the floor. He ground down on my hard dick and sucked on my tongue.
His pajama pants were wet, soaked through with slick. I grasped his waistband and tugged, but I couldn’t get them off in this position. Jamie bucked, moaning into my mouth.
“Please!” he cried.
“Off. Need these off. And bed.”
