Page 58 of Defiance
“Broken jaw.”
“It’ll heal though, right?” Hopefully he didn’t sound as worried as he felt inside.
Paul stood. “Yeah, but slowly, and they hurt like a bitch.” He grinned, and Cole wanted to punchhimin the jaw.
Logan’s groan caught Cole’s attention and reminded him that he was still sat astride him. Getting quickly to his feet to put some space between them—Cole didn’t trust himself at the minute—he willed Logan to open his eyes.
“Mmmm,” Logan moaned and reached up to touch his face with tentative fingers. The bruising had already started to come out, and Cole winced at the look of pain on Logan’s face.
I did that.
“You’re done for the day.” Paul clapped Cole on the shoulder. Hard. “Go shower. Be back here same time tomorrow. We’ll start your real training.”
That sounded ominous, but Cole would think about that later. Now he just wanted to grab a few moments alone with Logan and make sure he was okay.
Aaron appeared at his side the moment Paul walked off. He held his hand out for Logan, who still hadn’t said anything, but at least he was sitting upright now. “You all right?”
Logan grunted, rubbing his jaw again, but he took Aaron’s hand and let him pull him to his feet.
Cole stepped forward. “I’m—”
Logan gave him a stern look and Cole snapped his mouth closed.
“Come on.” Aaron turned and marched off in the direction of the changing rooms. Logan followed, and Cole brought up the rear.
Why they were going to get showered and changed here instead of going back to the flat was a mystery. They’d never done it before, but then again, Cole had never got actively involved in training before.
As desperate as he was to apologise to Logan and check for himself that he was all right, Cole kept quiet until they were inside the changing rooms.
Aaron waited for them all to get through the door, then closed it behind them. “If they train as normal, we have about forty-five minutes before everyone else gets in here.”
Cole frowned. “What does that have to do with any—mmph!”
Logan pushed him against the wall, hands cupping his jaw as he kissed him gently.
Cole’s head spun, Logan’s scent surrounding him—citrus aftershave, sweat, and the heady scent of arousal that was bound to get them both in trouble. “Stop.” It sounded half-hearted to his own ears. “The others?”
“We already smell of each other,” Logan murmured, kissing him again.
Cole closed his eyes, reeling under the scrape of stubble against his cheek. It’d been so long since he’d felt it. But... “What about your jaw?” For fuck’s sake, he’d broken the bloody thing not five minutes before. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
Cole touched the bruises on Logan’s face, eyes narrowing at Logan’s sharp intake of breath. “Really.”
He grabbed Cole’s hand and twined their fingers. “Okay, it hurts. But not enough to stop me doing this.” He kissed Cole for the third time, but as much as Cole wanted to sink into it, he couldn’t. “We might smell of each other after fighting, but I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t explain the smell of sex.”
“He’s right, Logan.” Aaron put a hand on Logan’s shoulder and pulled him back. Cole instantly regretted saying anything at all. “You’ve got about twenty minutes, to be on the safe side.” He nodded to the showers at the far side of the changing rooms. “Go. I’ll keep watch.”
Logan nodded. “Thank you.”
“Anything to get rid of the fucking tension in the room right now.” When neither Logan nor Cole moved, Aaron huffed. “Go.”
Logan grabbed Cole’s hand and dragged him backwards as Aaron turned and took up position next to the door. “Take your clothes off.” He pulled his top off, revealing bruises all along his torso.
I did that too.
“Don’t.” Logan tugged on the bottom of Cole’s training vest. “It’s already healing. Yours’ll be the same.” He tugged again and Cole gave in. He was right, the tenderness in Cole’s ribs made itself known as he pulled his top over his head and threw it on the bench next to them.
