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But maybe quiva wasn’t.
When Raider grabbed at Seth’s belt, the arousal that Seth had managed to ignore for the past minute surged hotly. He closed his eyes, trying to suppress it.
As Raider hauled himself up on Seth’s belt, Seth made a half-hearted attempt to fend him off, but he was pretty damn preoccupied fighting his own internal battle. So he didn’t notice when Raider’s knee wedged into his hip.
The joint gave at the pressure, and Seth found himself, once again, with his back hitting the ground because of this man. But this time …
“Fuck,” Seth gasped as Raider rolled his hips, grinding his hard cock against Seth’s through the layers of fabric.
Raider’s teeth found Seth’s throat, biting possessively, as Seth had imagined doing to him. Seth rolled them over, grabbing Raider’s wrists and pinning them to the ground above his head.
“Stop it,” he gritted out but had to close his eyes as Raider arched up into him, pressing his erection against Seth’s.
“Fuck me,” Raider rasped. “Make it hard, make it hurt, make me come.”
“Stop!” Seth shouted.
But he was the one who needed stop. He was the one who needed to be in control, to get himself and Raider and the horses someplace safe while this shit worked its way out of Raider’s system.
Raider arched into him. “Choke me, bite me, hurt me—”
“Goddamn it!”
Seth wrenched himself away, shoving to his feet. Leaving Raider lying in the dirt, he walked off. He needed a second to calm down, to think with his head instead of his dick.
He worked through his breathing exercises. He tried to separate his thoughts from his feelings. He did not allow himself to touch his throbbing cock.
When Seth could think, he looked around. The horses had wandered off to forage among the scrub.
He went to collect them. He drank some water. He looked back to where he’d left Raider.
Raider hadn’t moved. He was lying in the hot sun, skin exposed, out of his head. Seth needed to take care of this—to take care of Raider.
Seth’s cock was still hard as hell. He couldn’t help that, but he could take care of his responsibilities in spite of it.
He led the horses back to where Raider lay in the sun. Raider’s arousal had eased, though his cock still lay partially swollen under the dark blue silk. Seth made himself look away from it.
Grabbing a water skin and linen towel, he knelt beside Raider, using his body to block the sun. He poured water onto the cloth and scrubbed the pollen from Raider’s face and neck.
After a brief hesitation, he dampened the cloth again and cleaned the pollen off Raider’s chest and belly. Raider sucked in a breath as Seth worked toward his navel. His back arched slightly, though his eyes remained closed.
Seth closed his own eyes as fresh arousal spilled through him. Somehow, this was almost worse, touching Raider like this, gently caring for him. Seth knew himself to be rough and aggressive, but he also loved to be tender.
That tenderness scared him almost as much as his aggression. Aggression was dangerous to others. Tenderness was dangerous to Seth. It was the part of him that got attached, the part of him that could get hurt.
Seth forced his mind into cool objectivity. He had to care for Raider because he needed Raider. That was all.
When Seth had cleaned away all he could of the pollen, he assessed Raider’s cuts and scrapes. They needed tending, but they could wait.
According to what Raider had said this morning—when Seth had forced him to lay out the day’s plan—there should be a meadow within another five miles or so. Raider had intended it as a place for an afternoon rest, but it looked like that would be their overnight stop, assuming Seth could find it.
But first, he had to get Raider on his horse.
The process would likely have been easier with Raider entirely unconscious rather than partially so. As it was, there was a lot of leaning and heavy breathing and wandering hands.
Despite all that, Seth managed to get Raider’s foot in the stirrup. He did, however, have to put a hand on Raider’s ass to boost him up. Did Seth grip that ass a little harder than was necessary? Probably so. Did he have bad thoughts while he did it? Most definitely.
Regardless, he got the job done, got Raider in the saddle, even got the man’s kaftan straightened and his kaffiyeh up to shade his head. After that, it was two hours of leading that nasty mare, keeping his elbow and foot ready to block her attempts to bite his horse.
