Over the next several weeks, Caleb’s wound began to heal. Whenever they made love, Brance was careful to prop the leg up over his hip, to keep it out of reach—even after it healed, Caleb preferred that position, because it opened him up to more of his lover and Brance could fill him completely, his hard c**k firm as it rubbed against Caleb’s prostate, sparking mind-numbing orgasms in them both.
Though they couldn’t move fast with Caleb’s injury, Brance insisted on putting a healthy distance between themselves and the rest of the world. The hunters, he left where they lay; alone, he had returned to the camp by the stream and packed while Caleb rested, and the moment the wound was cleaned and bandaged, they set out for somewhere new. A place far from prying eyes, where they could live undis
