Cole did as he was told and, ignoring the pain in his leg, walked quickly over to the same bushes Logan had disappeared behind. Getting his jeans undone and cock out was no problem, he could do that one-handed, but getting everything fastened again was a tad more difficult.
He couldn’t quite do the button up with his dodgy shoulder, it hurt too much to get it the right position. And without the button being fastened, the zip kept coming open.
For fuck’s sake.
Cheeks burning, he walked back out and headed over to Logan, holding his jeans up with one hand.
Logan raised an eyebrow when he saw him. “Need a hand?”
“Please.” Cole rolled his eyes at Logan’s grin. “I’m glad you find my misfortune amusing.” He watched Logan walk towards him, mouth going dry as he realised that Logan’s hands were about to be very close to his dick.
Fuck’s sake, think about anything else.
He stood far too close and deliberately slowly—in Cole’s opinion—dragged the zip upward. For the second time in ten minutes, Cole’s heart rate sped up, and he couldn’t stop the small intake of breath when Logan’s fingers brushed against his bare stomach.
Logan looked up, meeting Cole’s eyes, and the world around them seemed to stop.
The kiss they’d shared at Cole’s house felt like a lifetime ago. Neither of them had mentioned it since, and Cole had accepted that it was probably never happening again. And yet now, the heat in Logan’s gaze had him leaning forward before he realised.
Logan tugged on his jeans, pulling their bodies together as their lips met. Warm and soft, stubble a little rougher, but otherwise just as Cole remembered. Losing himself in the kiss, Cole pretended for a moment that they were anywhere other than the side of the A30. Logan slipped the button of Cole’s jeans through its hole and then slid his arms around Cole’s waist. He was solid, strong. Cole was no lightweight, but knowing that inside Logan lurked a wild animal made him seem so much more.
They didn’t have time for this, should’ve been on their way already, but wrapped up in Logan like this, Cole felt truly safe for the first time since they left his home. “We should get going,” he whispered, reluctant to break this spell they’d weaved around them but knowing one of them had to.
Logan rested their heads together with a soft sigh. “We should.” When he stepped back, taking his warmth with him, Cole shivered in the cool morning air. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just a bit tired and cold.” His shoulder ached, his leg throbbed a little, but nothing that a hot shower and a bed wouldn’t fix.Please let there be showers and beds where we’re going.
“We’re almost there. About another hour, tops.” Logan got back on the bike, and helped Cole climb on behind him.
Cole closed his eyes and clung on tight.
Almost there.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Logan sped down the empty dual carriageway, aware of Cole behind him in a way he knew he shouldn’t be. Having him pressed against his back was both cruel and wonderful. It didn’t take much for Logan to imagine them doing this for fun rather than running for their lives.
He didn’t care much for travelling on the roads in peak traffic, but when they were like this... barely another car in sight? Yeah, he could easily see himself taking Cole away for the weekend, setting off in the early hours, and watching the sunrise together.
In another lifetime maybe.
In this one, he’d be happy with making it to Carnglaze and reuniting Cole with his parents. If they were still there. The operation ran to tight timescales, getting people in and out of there as quickly as possible before another batch arrived. Pack affiliation was countrywide, there’d be people coming from all over.
He hadn’t wanted to tell Cole, but it wouldn’t surprise him if Cole’s parents had already gone when they got there. This part of the run wasn’t one he normally did anymore, he wasn’t as familiar with how they ran things. But one thing he did know, for each lot that were due to arrive, they tried to have a doctor, nurse, or someone with medical experience travelling with them.
And that’s what he was counting on.
Human anatomy and first aid weren’t his strong points by any means, but he wasn’t stupid. Wounds like Cole had sustained needed to be cleaned properly, maybe stitched. And his nose didn’t lie, Cole’s scent had changed subtly. Maybe infection setting in?
When Cole walked back from taking a piss, Logan had noticed him favour his right leg a little, and he wished he’d insisted on having a look at it back at the cottage instead of taking Cole’s word for it.
It’d be the first thing he did when they got there.
Assuming Carnglaze hadn’t been compromised too.
If it was, they were fucked anyway.
He hadn’t let himself think about it up till now, because what other option did they have? Logan had no contacts, no friends outside of London who might help him. Shifters were everywhere, and the London pack, especially the bigger ones like his, had connections all over the place. The police would know to look out for them. The fact that they hadn’t seen any on the roads gave him hope that they had no idea where he was headed.
