“I’m okay,” I tell him. “I fell asleep early this morning after I got everything cleaned up. And sitting around doing nothing will drive me crazy.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “How do you think I feel?”
“You need to rest way more than I do. You’re sick and injured.”
“One more day of sleep and I’ll be fine.”
“I hope.” I get up, grabbing a blanket from the closet.
“I think this is overkill, Ace,” Jacques says as I cover him up.
“You’re welcome.” I sit back down next to him, flipping through channels. Hasan likes action movies, specifically science fiction ones, Thomas and Gilbert prefer comedies, and Jacques is drawn to documentaries. It’s interesting how different they all are, and how attractive the different qualities are in each of them. I turn on a documentary about the Civil War that Jacques had been watching and lean back, adjusting the pillows so I don’t put too much pressure on his wings.
“Thank you, Ace,” Jacques says when he’s done eating. “For taking care of me.”
“You’re welcome, though I’ll admit I’m not really sure what to do. You’re not exactly human, but you still are in some ways.”
“I’m starting to feel better, so whatever you did is working.”
“Starting to feel better?” I raise my eyebrows. “I thought you said you were fine.”
“I’m not dying, so I’m fine.”
“There’s a pretty big difference between ‘not dying’ and ‘fine,’ you know.”
“I’m starting to realize that.”
“Mental health is just as important as physical health now. And happiness is important. People don’t want to just survive. They want to live.”
“Was that what you were doing before?” he asks softly. “Surviving?”
In the literal sense, no. But in the way he means it…yes. “I was afraid to get close to anyone, but now that I have…”
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” He twists, wincing slightly from the pressure the movement puts on his wound, and cups my face. I push myself up, drawn to his full lips. My heart lurches and I close my eyes, tipping my head to his. For the second time, he kisses me, and instantly my body craves more.
Jacques moves his hand from my cheek to my hair, and his tongue slips into my mouth. Desire to feel his body on mine sweeps through me, hardening my nipples and making my pussy ache with need.
I cup his face, stubble rough on the palm of my hand. Kissing me harder, he pulls his hand through my hair and gently runs his fingertips down along my shoulder, sending a chill through me and making me shiver.
“Do you not like that?” he asks softly, lips brushing against mine as he speaks.
“I do,” I whisper back. “It turns me on.”
I can feel him smile, and he kisses me again, running his fingertips over my shoulder once more before letting his hand fall down my back. He bunches up the hem of my tank top and flattens his hand over the small of my back, pressing me against him.
Pushing up onto my knees, I hook my arms around his neck and not so gracefully move to straddle him. He grips my waist, sliding down onto the mattress, and brings me with him. I lose my balance and put a hand on his chest to catch myself.
“Shit,” I say when he flinches. “Did I hurt you?”
Jacques answers by squeezing my ass and raking his fingers up my back so he can pull me back to him. I’ll take that as a no. Lifting his head off the pillow to kiss me, he shifts his weight and moves his wings beneath us.
I’ve been on top many times with the others before, and they’ve all said the pressure from my weight doesn’t hurt their wings. It bothers me for all of a minute or two, and then all I can think about is how good it feels to fuck them.
Jac is no exception, and I fall forward, holding myself up with one hand and curling the other around the back of his head, combing his hair with my fingers. He moans and wraps both arms around me, kissing me harder than before.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the night I first saw you,” he says between kisses, bunching up the hem of my shirt.
“Why didn’t you?” I don’t give him a chance to answer, needing to kiss him again. My heart is racing, my body humming with anticipation. He brings his hands up again, gripping my shoulders.
