Ennis had expected Jack to push back, eventually. He hadn't expected the force to knock him backward. He stumbled, his footing unstable, and fell on his ass into the hay.
Scowling, he looked up at Jack, eyes dark with lust and clouded with something that wasn't anger. Confusion, perhaps. Uncertainty. He scrambled up to his knees, reaching for Jack, to pull Jack down with him. Needing Jack to hold him the way only Jack ever could.