Chapter Ten
Each breath Jamison took felt like it wasn’t deep enough. He saw everything through a tunnel while Kace clung to the shower wall. His hips seemed to roll of their own volition. Nothing existed except the pull on his cock and the love in his heart. He was a mess.
Kace made sounds like he was in heaven. Jamison wondered if this was hell. He couldn’t get enough. Surely lust should be sated at some point. Every day, he wanted Kace more than the last. At this point, he was a sickness.
“I’m too old to still want to fuck this often.” He sucked air when he nearly came. Jamison had to wait. Kace had to blow first. “Why can’t I get enough of this beautiful asshole? You drive me nuts.”
Kace whined like he was close, but couldn’t reach the edge.
Jamison couldn’t take it. He wouldn’t make it much longer.
Jamison reached around and grabbed Kace’s erection.
He stroked. “You have to shoot that delicious wad, Kace. You’ve got me too fucked up.
I’m ready to pound this ass and pump you full of cum.
It’s right there. You’re too fucking amazing.
The way you take this dick, damn. You have no idea what that does to me.
I can fuck you any way I like, and you’ll still moan my name.
” Pressure climbed his shaft. Jamison locked his back teeth and growled. He wouldn’t make it.
Kace’s asshole suddenly tried to violently suck him deeper.
His cum painted the shower wall while Jamison’s lungs seized.
The sounds he made weren’t sexy. He sounded like a dying moose.
Jamison didn’t give a fuck. His soul left his body.
The pleasure rocking his cock had his stomach quivering.
He couldn’t stop slamming himself inside Kace, trying to pull out every drop of cum.
Jamison wanted to watch him drip with it.
Goddamn. He hadn’t known a person could be this fucked up over another human being.
Jamison would crawl across broken glass and nails to be with Kace.
Everything about him was so far under Jamison’s skin, he thought he might lose his mind sometimes.
No one had ever warned him about this kind of love.
He hadn’t known it existed, and it was so healthy.
So fucking healthy. It was crazy to him just how calm, peaceful, and beautiful life was with Kace—when things out of their control weren’t messing with them.
All he had known was turmoil in relationships before him.
Every day, he woke up thankful… and horny. Goddamn. He couldn’t get enough.
His dick slipped from Kace’s ass along with his cum. Jamison watched it happen. His stomach growled. He should be half dead. Instead, he already plotted a time and a way to have Kace again. He was hooked.
“Oh God. I can’t move.” Kace laughed as he made the confession. “I think my knees are locked in this position.”
Jamison chuckled against Kace’s shoulder as he kissed a path to Kace’s ear. “It’s a good thing you look sexy as fuck in this position, then. You’ll make a good addition to the bathroom.”
Kace shook with silent laughter. “Fuck. I love you.”
“Mhmm. I love you too.” He licked the shell of Kace’s ear. “You’re so sexy. It’s irresistible.”
“I can’t believe it. It’s like you didn’t just fuck me senseless.”
Jamison hauled Kace back against chest, ensuring Kace felt the way he was still hard for him. “I’ve told you a thousand times—I can’t get enough of you. You’re seriously like crack to me. I’m fucking addicted.” He slid his hand down Kace’s body and squeezed his cock.
“You’re killing me here. We have plans today. You’re making me want to blow off a perfectly nice lady. Is this who we’ve become?”
Jamison laughed at the dramatics in Kace’s tone. “Yes. This is what you’ve turned me into. I’m a slave to your body. What sort of spell did you put on me? I’m a mess.”
He loved the way it felt in his chest when he listened to Kace’s laughter. Jamison couldn’t stop smiling. He hadn’t known love like this existed. If he had, every day, he would’ve been hunting desperately to find Kace. He couldn’t live without this again.
“Tell me you love me, and I swear I’ll get us out of here on time.”
“I love you.” Jamison heard the truth in his voice.
“Again.”
Kace stroked the arm that still held his cock. “I love you.”
This time, Jamison spun Kace and captured Kace’s mouth so he could taste the words on his tongue. Maybe one day, he would get enough. But that day wasn’t today, and Jamison seriously doubted getting his fill would ever happen.
The way Kace always smiled these days probably made him look like a crazy person. He was so goddamn happy, though. Life with Jamison was amazing. Even the hard days with him were worth every second.
He watched Jamison help Lucas’ mom, Wendy, to the car.
She was a sweet lady. While she could take care of herself, she was too weak to keep up the house or work.
She could also drive herself to places, but she couldn’t walk around enough to navigate once she got to where she was going.
Without Lucas, she needed help. Lucas paid someone to clean their house and deliver food and whatnot.
But he couldn’t disappear and expect her not to notice or worry.
She had to be told something, so collectively, they lied.
As far as Wendy knew, her son had been hit by a car while crossing the street.
Thankfully, Ajax had gone to her in person and dropped the news.
He had ensured she didn’t panic and damage her health.
Jamison had volunteered to take her to see Lucas—after discussing it with Kace, of course.
Kace thought he was the greatest man alive. He loved his caring nature.
At the car, Wendy smiled at the sight of him as Jamison helped her into the backseat of Kace’s Benz. “Hi. You must be Kace.”
They had spoken on the phone. She looked nothing like he envisioned.
He didn’t know why, but he had expected a frail-looking elderly woman.
Maybe her weak health fooled his brain. She looked maybe ten years older than Kace’s forty-two.
Life really didn’t care about age. Sometimes it just kicked you in the teeth.
“I am. You must be Wendy. It’s nice to meet you in person.”
A huge smile lit her face. She was beautiful.
Almost ethereal. Lucas had definitely gotten his red hair from her, but her eyes were light green.
“You too. I always loved Jamison. It’s good to see he found a wonderful man.
As much as I would’ve loved to have him as a son-in-law, my son is a bit of a free spirit.
” Her eyes flashed with humor as she made the claim.
A bark of laughter burst from Kace. She had no idea. “He’s young. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Jamison climbed behind the wheel after stashing Wendy’s walker in the trunk. “All right. Is everyone ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” Wendy responded from the back seat. She sounded exactly like she tried to stay upbeat in the face of something awful. “I still can’t believe this happened. Have you seen him? Does he look terrible? That Ajax man was pretty vague about the situation.”
The doctor in Kace kicked in. “He’ll be okay. Craig Lock Memorial is the best private-care hospital around. He’s in great hands there.”
“I notice you didn’t answer my questions. It’s worse than Ajax let on, huh? I thought that man looked like a salesman. He’s probably worried I’ll sue this prince he works for.”
Kace bit back a laugh at the fire in her voice. No matter her health, she was obviously a fighter. “I haven’t seen him since he was hospitalized.”
“Oh.” She sounded exactly like a light bulb lit in her head. “Ajax said Lucas was treated by a doctor on the scene who saved his life. That was you.”
Kace hated lies. They compounded and bit people in the ass. “Yeah. That was me.” Damn. He was relieved as hell when they reached the hospital. The last thing Kace needed was an elaborate story he couldn’t keep up with.
Wendy was quiet on the way up to Lucas’ room.
He practically felt the worry rolling off her in waves.
There was no mistaking which room belonged to Lucas.
A guard, wearing all blue with a royal seal on the shoulder of his jacket, stood outside the door.
He barely spared them a glance before stepping aside.
Jamison lightly knocked and poked his head inside. “Hey, I’ve got your mom.”
Kace knew Jamison’s announcement was a warning, giving Lucas time to cover any sign of his actual injuries.
He stepped inside immediately. Kace understood why as soon as they cleared the door.
They had Lucas covered in heavy, heated blankets from chin to foot.
Nothing could’ve told Kace more. Lucas had lost nearly all his blood.
Even after infusions, he would have trouble regulating his body temperature for several reasons.
There was no hiding how dire his situation actually was.
Several machines had wires running beneath the covers along with a catheter and IV lines.
He looked exactly like the trauma patient he was.
Wendy gasped at the sight of him. “Oh, my God.”
“Hey, Mom.” Lucas sounded awful.
As Wendy pushed her walker across the room, Ajax vacated the seat next to bed, offering it to her.
She flashed him a smile before focusing on Lucas again.
“Hey, baby. I knew you sounded weak on the phone, but I didn’t expect all this.
You should’ve told me how bad things really are. What are the doctors saying?”
Lucas blinked like he was still out of his head. Likely, he was drugged to the heavens. Kace, being Kace, checked the IV bags. Yep. He had the good stuff.
Lucas’ hand slipped from beneath the covers. “It’s okay.” It sounded like it cost him everything to speak, much less stay awake.
She kissed his hand before squeezing it and hanging on tight. Wendy focused on Ajax. “Tell me what they’re saying. Don’t sugarcoat it.”