"Why am I not surprised that got you going?" Jacob grins as he nudges the horse to go a little faster. Edward isn't alone in how he feels. The blood is hot and the body is primed and there's some animalistic in it, something about fighting and flight and fucking. He feels it too, to a lesser degree and if they weren't bloody and bruised he'd pull over right now to take the edge of Edward's arousal in the carriage.

As it is though, that blood needs clearing up just to make sure nothing nasty gets in there.

"I'm pretty sure I can make good on that promise anyway." He will too. He likes getting in top of Edward, fuking into him or sinking down onto his thick hard prick and taking his time on getting himself off. He'll happily pin him down.