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Jameson smiled and thenlooked away quickly without saying anything. I could tell she was making himuncomfortable, he didn’t like attention or the touching and neither did I.

Once the door closedbehind her, Jameson sighed heavily. “I hate this place,” his voice thick anddrowsy. “I just want to go home.”

“I know...I do too.” I agreed running my handsover his stubby jaw. “Soon,”

Gingerly I brought hislips to mine. I intended on kissing him just once but Jameson had other planswhen his tongue glided against my lower lip.

Without thinking, Islowly deepened the kiss. His right hand came up from between us, cupping theback of my head. My mind was screaming for me to stop this. He was in nocondition to be making out right now but I couldn’t make myself do as such.

Jameson moaned softly,his tongue dancing with my own. He tasted different, like medicine. Hismovements were slow but I could tell he wanted more. I was moments away frompulling away when he dropped his hand to mine, and then moved it to hiserection over the blanket. At least that wasn’t damaged, that would have beenfucking tragic.

Jameson groaned into mymouth. “God Sway...Ineedyou.”

“Jameson,” I whisperedpulling away with a grin of self-satisfaction that I could arouse him soeasily. “We can’t do that...inhere...” Thoughts of straddling him in ahospital bed began flooding my perverted brain. Now I understood hisfascination when he was stabbed and wanting to do it in the hospital bed.

I could blame babyhormones for that too, right?

I think he knew wecouldn’t but it didn’t stop the pout he gave me before he muttered an, “Iknow.”

“Soon...I promise.” I pulled back away from him.“You need to heal first.” I leaned in placing another chaste kiss on his lips.He once again tried for more.

Both of us jumped whenthe door to his room opened—Jameson winced in pain. “Fuck...”

“Now, now...that’s how you knocked her up in thefirst place.” Spencer laughed at his weak joke before he and Alley barged in.

“Can’t you put him onthe do not let in list or something?” Jameson asked me quietly. His eyesdrooping even more, he was fighting to stay awake.

I realized howinappropriate our position looked so I cautiously removed myself from the bedalbeit against Jameson’s struggles to keep me there. Eventually, he settled forme holding his hand.

“We won’t stay long.”Alley assured me. Jameson’s eyes were already closing. “We just wanted to say goodbye.We have to go pick up Lane at my mom’s.”

Jameson’s eyes openedbriefly when Spencer leaned down and whispered in his ear. His mouth twistedinto a faint smile as Spencer ruffled his hair carefully.

Once they left, he fellasleep quickly. I didn’t. I stayed vigilant of every breath, every movement andevery flicker of emotion.

When Jameson woke upthe next morning for surgery, he was grumpy.

Actually, he waspissed. That was a better word to describe his mood. His pillows weren’t fluffyenough, he was cold, he was uncomfortable and he was hungry. He was acting likea goddamn child is what he was doing.

When the nurses left,he admitted he was also incredibly horny and wanted to be alone with me, whileI gave him a sponge bath.

His words, not mine.

Believe me...after seeing the way pussycat doll ogledhis body during his physical exams, I was happy to be the one he was requestingdo his sponge baths.

Jameson’s biggestconcern was naturally, getting back to racing.

It was a huge relief tohear his doctor say that he didn’t see any reason why he wouldn’t be back toracing in three weeks.

Once he heard thatnews, it was all he could think about. He was anxious and impatient to get outof here and prove he could still race after a crash like that. We were allaware of the sheer amount of work it would take to get back out on the trackbut I’d never met anyone as determined as Jameson.

When he wantedsomething, he didn’t let anything stand in his way. The punctured lungconcerned him, but it was already healing nicely. He felt better when thedoctors told him that a number of professional athletes had collapsed lungsduring their careers and went on with no ill effect. The broken ribs caused himuntold amounts of pain though, especially since he couldn’t resist pushing hislimits. It was his nature.

That afternoon, afterhis outburst for pretty much everything, his head turned toward me, sunlightfrom the window sparking in his green eyes.

“I love you.” Jamesonwhispered as I stood beside his bed. His good hand came up and touched mystomach gently. He smiled. I ran my hand against his jaw, the clear lightcoming in showed every bruise, bump and cut.

It also showed stress,tension, and worry. His physical wounds were healing but there was somethinghidden deep within him that I knew he wasn’t revealing to me or anyone.

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