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Ah, well, there was always next time. Meanwhile, in the here and now…Ethan yelped as that questing finger found his prostate. “I always get what I’m after,” Logan rumbled in his ear. After teasing him mercilessly for what seemed like decades—Ethan half expected to see the trees cycling through the seasons, shedding their leaves like confetti and sprouting them again like little green hard-ons—the finger retreated. Ethan heard the rip of a condom packet. Naturally. Logan was very much the Boy Scout type; obviously he would have come prepared.
Strong hands kneaded his buttocks, and Ethan yelped again as his jutting cock rubbed against the bark of the tree that supported him. He wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure, but either seemed equally good right now. “You…I…” he stuttered incoherently.
“Want me to take care of that?” A beefy hand wrapped around Ethan’s cock, just as something much, much larger than a finger nudged at his entrance.
Ethan tried to whimper in an affirmative fashion. He’d have nodded, but in his current state of total lack of coordination he’d probably have brained himself against the tree trunk. Fortunately Logan seemed to understand, as with a care belying his size, he eased into Ethan’s welcoming body. Ethan felt himself filled, taken, possessed by this hulk of a man. Logan’s thick thatch of pubic hair tickled his buttocks, just as that bushy beard scratched his neck. When Logan pressed a kiss to his shoulder, Ethan was once more overwhelmed by the gentleness of it.
Then Logan started to move.
Ethan clung onto the tree trunk for support as Logan slammed in and out of him, hitting his gland with every thrust. His vision was blurring and he barely knew which way was up, lost in a forest of sensation. Rough fingers worked his cock expertly, bringing him to the edge of climax faster than a speeding rabbit. “Wait—going to—ahhh!”
Logan’s mouth was Ethan’s undoing. That wicked tongue rasped once along Ethan’s neck—and then Logan bit down, just hard enough to send Ethan rocketing over the edge, his orgasm shooting out over the bark in front of him. Ethan shivered—and with a shudder that must have registered on the Richter scale, Logan roared, and followed him down the rabbit hole.
* * * *
Unseen behind a tree, a large, male jackalope nibbled thoughtfully on a frond of bracken as it watched them. It had been unsure whether to act, at first—had the furry one been hurting the smaller human? But no—it seemed they were merely mating. The jackalope’s ears twitched in approval, and its heartbeat quickened as its thoughts turned to its own doe.
It would be safe to leave the humans. The one whom some instinct had prompted it to dub “The Bunny Whisperer” was in no danger now.
But if ever he was again, the jackalope would be waiting.
THE END
ABOUT J.L. MERROW
J.L. Merrow is that rare beast, an English person who refuses to drink tea. She read Natural Sciences at Cambridge, where she learned many things, chief amongst which was that she never wanted to see the inside of a lab ever again. Her one regret is that she never mastered the ability of punting one-handed whilst holding a glass of champagne.
She writes across genres, with a preference for contemporary gay romance and the paranormal, and is frequently accused of humour. Find her online at jlmerrow.com.
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