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behind him. Curling his fingers into the thick cotton of the towel, Jamie waited for the horror to begin, his whole body trembling with anticipation.
    Evan’s big, warm hand touched his shoulder, and he shivered anew. “Relax, Jamie, I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you.”
    I believe you—I do. But it didn’t stop his trembling any. Evan’s confident hand sliding across his chilled flesh, though? Instant calm. Evan rubbed his back until Jamie started to melt.
    “ Relax,” he coaxed. “Nice, even breaths in and out.” Evan had such a wonderful voice. Went well with those wonderful, expressive eyes. Too bad he was mean as a rattlesnake. “This isn’t going to hurt, but you might find it uncomfortable at times. You’ll probably cramp up a little.”
    Jamie snorted. I’m cramping now, asswipe.
    Evan ran his hand down his back and pressed hard into muscle as he went, digging his knuckles into the curve of his spine above his buttocks. Felt heavenly. Doc had powerful hands. Then the caressing, kneading hand roved lower. Jamie tensed.
    “ You’re not relaxing, Jamie.”
    “ Gee, wonder why.”
    “ Man up, angel.”
    “ You’re a prick.” How could he say that? Shades of Derek.
    The warm hand gave his ass a little pat. “I’m gonna lube you up now. Just like before.”
    Rubber snapped, and a moment later, Evan’s hand, the ungloved one, landed on his buttock again and spread him open. Jamie shuddered. It wouldn’t be that bad—Evan had done this to him several times already with the antibiotic stuff, yet this time felt different. Scarier. Like he’d been stripped bare. Is this what trust is? Nothing left to hide behind?
    “ Pull your knees toward your chest a little.” Jamie did—and it relieved some of the cramps nailing him in the gut. “Stick your butt out toward me.”
    “ God,” he groaned. “You’re such a perverted bugger.”
    A chuckle. “True. A little closer. Yeah—like that. Perfect.” Evan caressed him again, the entire length of his back, then down over his butt cheek and along his thigh. Shockingly, blissfully warm. “Deep breath in now, angel.”
    “ I ain’t your angel, you know,” Jamie snarled. And took that deep breath. The petroleum jelly didn’t feel nearly as cold as lube. Evan was generous with the squicky stuff too. The sensation of having his hole petted was quite disconcerting. Before he could sort that out, Evan pushed his gloved finger in. Knowing now what to expect, Jamie barely winced and didn’t jerk away. The long digit slipped in deeper, twisted around, coated him thickly, and then withdrew. “Did you like that?” Jamie snapped, going for sarcasm.
    Behind him, Evan sucked in a breath. “Hell yeah,” he replied.
    “ Sick bastard.”
    “ Nope. I just like your pretty pink hole.” Evan patted his ass again—then pinched it. “I’m gonna insert the nozzle now. It’s a little longer than my finger, but you’ll hardly feel it.”
    “ Is that so?”
    Evidently, Evan didn’t understand sarcasm. He just carried on.
    “ Then I’m gonna release the clamp, and the warm water will start to flow in. It’ll feel weird to you at first; then as you fill up, you’ll start to feel the pressure more and more. If you start to cramp up badly, tell me, and I’ll turn off the flow for a moment so you can adjust to it.”
    Unable to control the wave of dread rolling over him, Jamie shuddered. Then he shook, chilled though the room was now quite warm. His stomach ached. Evan patted his back and ran his palm up and down his ribs, along his goose-prickled flank. Please hurry! I don’t know if I can take this much longer. Why did I take those pills? Why? Or eat so many of those stupid cookies?
    “ Another deep breath in, beautiful.”
    Jamie breathed. The nozzle prodded his hole. He clenched.
    “ Relax, Jamie. Come on. Don’t fight it.” The nozzle got replaced by Evan’s finger slowly circling his defiant hole. Once he unclenched, Evan inserted his finger