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I should be pissed at Jack. I should scream about how much he hurt me, how devastated I was to leave without seeing him that day weeks ago. But he knows my pain. Because he feels it too. There’s no point in rehashing that shit.
I position my cock head at his opening and ease inside him. Our grunts fill the cavern as he takes me all the way to the hilt. My back hits the edge of the pool, and Jack takes over, coming down on my cock hard and fast, his fingertips digging into my shoulder blades. I barely have time to catch a breath. The sex is wild and rough, and when his mouth slants over mine, the kisses are just as hard. Just as desperate.
“Missed you,” I murmur between kisses, skimming my hands up his sides as he moves on top of me. “Missed this.”
Jack cries out as he comes. His ass clenches around my swollen cock, and after three more thrusts, I’m joining him in orgasm.
Afterward, I fall back against the rocky ledge and tug him to my side. It’s not that comfortable, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m just glad to have him with me.
“You shouldn’t have come here, Luka,” Jack whispers, playing with the light dusting of hair on my chest. “You were finally getting back to a normal life.”
“On the outside, maybe.” I brush my lips across his temple. “But on the inside, I didn’t even feel human anymore. I felt hollow. Like the Tin Man without a heart.”
“The who?”
My body shakes with a laugh. “A character from a movie. Maybe we can watch it together sometime.”
Jack swallows hard and slides his hand to the side of my neck. “I think I still understand the reference, regardless. My heart’s been missing too.” He presses his face to my shoulder. “And now it’s returned to me.”
***
“Luka Michael Summers, I’m going to kick your gorgeous ass,” Jack says, tucking me into bed. “When you feel better anyway.”
I sneeze and reach for another tissue, blowing my nose for the millionth time.
It started three nights ago after Págos brought me back home from the cave, and it’s only gotten worse since then. Jack stayed with me each night before leaving to cause winter mischief elsewhere. I only had the sniffles and a light cough then, so he wasn’t too concerned.
He came back earlier today to find me slumped against the wall in the hallway. I walked up the stairs after getting a load of laundry from the dryer and ran out of energy before I could reach my room to put up the clothes. I only meant to rest for a second, but then I couldn’t get back up.
That’s when he peeled me off the floor and made me get into bed.
“It’s just a cold,” I say before sneezing again. Goddammit, my nose is rubbed raw.
“What can I do?” he asks with worry lacing his tone. He’s too damn pretty with his blue eyes, frosted lashes, and pouty lips.
“I have some Dayquil in the kitchen cabinet,” I tell him before going into a coughing fit.
Jack’s out of the room in the blink of an eye. I settle down into bed and groan at the pounding in my skull. Headache, sinus pressure, a low-grade fever, and a constant runny nose and sneezing…ugh.
“Maybe now you’ll listen to me about the cold weather,” Jack says, coming back into the room with a bottle of water and the box of medicine. It’s the dual pack that has NyQuil packets too for nighttime. He hands it to me and watches as I pop two of the gel pills into my mouth and swallow them down with the water. “I hate this.”
“Be lucky you can’t get sick,” I say in a voice that sounds like I’ve been munching on glass.
“I’d trade places with you in a heartbeat.” Jack puts his hand on my forehead. “You’re burning up, little light.”
Instantly, his palm cools. I moan at the cold sensation and close my eyes. His hand is like an ice pack and feels so fucking good.
“Your power has countless uses,” I say, cracking back open my lids to look at him. It’s hard to keep my eyes open, but I fight to stay awake. I’ve just gotten him back… I don’t want to sleep the day away.
“If only I could put you to sleep too. Alas, only Morpheus and his many sons have that ability.”
“Morpheus,” I mumble. “The god of sleep?”
“Yes.” Jack glides his fingers through my hair. “Close your eyes, sweet Luka, and I’ll tell you the story from when I first met him. It was hundreds of years ago in Switzerland. I had just brought winter to the village of Verbier…”
My eyes shut as I listen to the melodic sound of his voice. And dammit, he gets his way. I can’t fight sleep anymore and feel myself surrendering to it.
Two days pass with me in this state.
