A Shock to Your System (Dangerous Creatures #2) (10 page)

More of those sweet, helpless noises came
from Jamie’s throat, and his fingertips were damn near bruising as
he latched onto Ethan’s shoulders and gripped him tight.

The strands of his hair were still damp as
Ethan gripped them, holding the man in place, keeping his mouth
right where Ethan needed it to be for him to plunder.

It fucking killed him that he was going to
have to let go eventually. It killed him that even if Ethan let him
go, some other hunter was going to come along and catch him. It
would happen eventually. Paranormals who were put in the wanted
registry were always caught sooner or later.

Ethan moaned when Jamie removed his hands
from his shoulders and slid them down his chest, fingertips
brushing against Ethan’s already hard nipples, flicking them gently
before pinching hard.

The sharp pain shooting through his body
magnified the pleasure he was receiving, just from the kissing and
nipple play alone. This was a lot slower than the previous times
they'd been together. Their romps had always been fast and fun, a
lot of smiling and talking even through the panting and moaning. He
was pretty sure that wasn't about to happen here.

This was definitely going to be their
goodbye sex.

Ethan leaned closer. He was about to roll
himself on top of the other man, intending to pin him to the bed,
but he didn't get very far before his stitches pulled. He hissed
from the pain and immediately tensed up.

"Ethan!" Jamie said, pushing him back a
little. He could clearly tell that the hissing and tensing wasn’t
from the pleasure of his touch anymore.

“
I’m fine.” Ethan was
having trouble just listening to his own voice as he waited for the
throbbing heat to turn down a notch. Fuck!

"We shouldn't be doing this. You should be
resting."

Jamie tried to get out of the bed, probably
to grab the first aid kit and then never come back, but Ethan
whipped his hand out and snatched the man's wrist just as his feet
touched the ugly carpet.

"Don't even think about it," he said through
his teeth, and then he started to get control of his voice as he
glared up at the other man. "You're not going anywhere."

Jamie's dark blue eyes widened at him, and
he tried to pull away, but Ethan's grip was stronger.

Maybe that was just because gripping
anything to dull the pain seemed like a good idea right about
now.

"Ethan,"

"I'm
fine
," Ethan said. "My stitches
aren't ripped. I just moved too fast and it surprised me. It
doesn't even hurt anymore."

At least that part was sort of true, but he
wasn’t about to let a little hot throbbing in the wrong place ruin
this. Not now, no damned way.

Jamie bit down on his bottom lip. Ethan
watched as those teeth nibbled. There was no way Jamie knew just
how sexy that could be and how much Ethan always wanted to do a
little biting and nibbling of his own in that exact same spot. "I
don't know. Any other time...but after what happened in the
woods…”

"What happened in the woods is exactly the
reason why I need you right now. Don't say it's not the same for
you," Ethan said.

That really was part of the reason, but it
was a mix of everything. Ethan nearly died and nearly lost Jamie in
the same day. That created a sort of urgency inside of him, one
that said how much he needed the other man and needed him now. He
was almost a hundred percent positive that Jamie felt the same.

It was clear that he did when Jamie settled
back down on the bed.

"I guess we just have to be more careful,"
Jamie said. There was no hint of any playful smile on his face.

Yeah, this was definitely goodbye sex. He
wished that thought wouldn’t feel like a punch to the gut every
time it crossed his mind.

Ethan leaned back on the pillows, sitting up
with their help and the headboard, but then he frowned and stared
down at himself. He couldn't imagine how good he would be when he
was mostly expected to just lie here. "How the hell am I supposed
to touch you like this?" he asked. "Thank God my arms are
fine."

Yeah, thank God for at least that. Allison
hadn't touched his arms, his face or feet, and Ethan had to keep
reminding himself that he was going to be fine in a couple of days.
He was just a little on the stiff side right now.

"So, it's only your upper legs and thighs
that I need to avoid, and part of your chest," Jamie said. "She
only cut you there twice."

"
Only
, he says,” Ethan replied with a
snort, but he still smiled up at the man as Jamie's face became
lightly dusted with pink. At least he was smiling back.

"Sorry, but we can still do this," Jamie
said with that good old determination Ethan loved so much back in
his voice. Nothing was better than when Jamie took something for a
challenge.

The man kept his dark blue eyes down on
Ethan’s hips, right where the head of Ethan’s cock touched his
bellybutton, as if having some silent debate with Ethan’s
erection.

Jamie reached out with his hands, sliding
his fingertips along the flesh of Ethan’s hips, curling along the
grooves of muscle, down his pelvis, touching him in a way they
hadn’t touched each other before.

It was slow and all kinds of sensual. Ethan
could only recall feeling so good when Jamie had blindfolded him
that one time.

It was a slow mapping of his hips, and
Ethan’s body began heating up again in all the right ways.

It did more than that when Jamie licked his
lips, giving his plump pink mouth a nice sheen before he leaned
down and pressed that wet mouth to the dark head of Ethan's cock.
He jumped when the crown was immediately taken into that warm
space, and the pleasure overshadowed any pain he might’ve felt for
that sudden movement.

"Oh,
fuck
," Ethan said, letting his head
fall back as he gasped and panted over the artist-quality work that
was being done to him. Jamie bobbed his head up and down, using his
palms to grip onto what his mouth could not yet reach, until he
suddenly could, and he took Ethan all the way to the
hilt.

“
Nnngh
!” It was too fucking good. Jamie's lips and tongue slid up
and down the base of his cock, and it was almost too much too soon
with the way his orgasm swelled inside of his cock and balls,
behind his stomach and in his lower back. Ethan clenched his
fingers in the sheets and his toes, fighting it as he was pushed to
the edge of that cliff.

He swore it was like he hadn't had sex in
months, much less a few days. He shouldn’t be about to come so
fast. It was all Jamie’s fault because he’d gotten Ethan all hot
and bothered by calling out his name while getting himself off in
the shower.

Ethan reached down and put
his hand on the soft, damp hairs on the back of Jamie's head. He
always loved the whiter patches that were mixed into the sandy
strands, and he was nearly transfixed by them as he encouraged
Jamie to take him deeper into his mouth and hold that position.
“Oh,
yeah
. Just
like that.”

Ethan turned his stare away from his hands
on Jamie's head, to Jamie's mouth, his lips, stretched around his
cock, and then to Jamie's eyes.

The man was looking at him out of the corner
of his eyes. It seemed he was paying careful attention to Ethan's
reactions, as if making sure he wouldn't hurt him.

Even Jamie's hands were on Ethan's hips,
staying well clear of any of the bandages that were wrapped around
his body.

The suction of his mouth was gentle. This
wasn't as hard or rough as Ethan knew Jamie could be, and Ethan
realized all of a sudden that this was why he wasn’t coming
yet.

Jamie might’ve pushed him to the edge as
fast as possible, but now he was doing his best to hold Ethan
there, not allowing him to proceed.

"I'm not fucking made of glass, you know,"
he snarled, half-tempted to push Jamie's head down even more, but
he didn't want to choke the man. "Stop messing around down there
and suck me off already."

Jamie's eyes flashed. Had Ethan just seen
some of that electricity inside of them? It almost looked like
lightning flashing in storm clouds.

Then
Jamie tightened his lips, and he hollowed his cheeks, as the
suction became that much more powerful. Ethan opened his mouth,
threw back his head and moaned a sound that couldn’t have possibly
come from him. His head fell back a little too hard and conked
against the headboard behind him.

He didn't care. He didn't feel that pain. He
didn't feel any pain at all, just the throbbing in his cock and
balls from the desperate need to come. His hips moved on their own
accord, pushing forward and back, and watched his shaft slide
deeper into Jamie’s mouth before retreating. Then he did it
again.

He was going to miss Jamie so fucking much
that it hurt. The pain from his wounds didn’t even feel as bad as
this. That pain was like a paper cut compared to this.

Ethan arched his back as every muscle inside
of him tensed up. The pleasure had built and built just behind his
belly until his body couldn't contain it anymore, and he exploded
everything that had been rising up inside of him.

He came, biting down on a groan, into
Jamie's mouth.

The man was caught off-guard for only a
second, at which point Ethan felt guilty for not warning him what
was on the way, but then he recovered like a star player and
swallowed everything down. Jamie shut his eyes as his lips, tongue
and cheeks pulled every last ounce of pleasure from Ethan’s body,
not stopping until he was spent and his body was a melted pile of
something soft and squishy. He couldn’t think of a word for it
right now.

This was about when Ethan remembered
something so important that he nearly forgot all about the
wonderful buzz that was cancelling out the pain of his wounds.
"Fuck, Jamie. Condoms. We didn't use any—"

"I trust you," Jamie said, quickly and
quietly.

Ethan was taken aback by that. "Really?"

Jamie sat up, leaning away from Ethan's
still hard cock, as if he needed some space from it before he
continued to lick and suck on it. "You told me you're clean, and I
believed you. Besides, there aren't any condoms in this room, and I
really want to do that."

A swell of affection ballooned inside of
Ethan's chest, and he reached his hand out and touched Jamie's
cheek. He opened his mouth, but then caught himself before he could
spill that affection at the worst possible time in the world.

No use in saying those words when they were
going to be done by morning. It would just make this harder.

The problem was that he couldn't think of
what to say after that, and Jamie just stared at him, waiting.

Fuck.
Say
something!

"Y-you should probably go and see if there's
a machine or something where you can get some. Don't these places
usually have something like that?"

Though Ethan hadn't seen it, considering the
look of the room he was in, he wouldn't be shocked if there was a
condom dispenser in the lobby.

"Oh! Right, sure. I've got some change so
I'll just go...are you sure you can handle anymore?"

Ethan's eyes widened and then narrowed. "I
hope you're joking," he said. "I'm insulted. I'm not even close to
being through with you."

Jamie continued to stare at him for a few
seconds before he caught Ethan's sarcasm, smiled, and then leaned
forward for a quick and eager kiss.

Ethan had always enjoyed kisses like that
after his partner had just finished going down on him. There was
something a little extra intimate about it, and Jamie had never
been shy.

After what they’d done, Ethan could
especially taste himself on the man’s lips.

He would miss this so damned much when he
couldn't have it anymore. He missed him already when Jamie pulled
back from their kiss, leaving Ethan aching and wanting so much
more.

Not done. He wasn't done yet.

"I'll be right back," he said, and then
bounced off the bed, got dressed in what had to be record breaking
time, and then all but flew out the door.

"I'll be waiting right here," Ethan called
after him.

Chapter Seven

It was easy enough for Jamie to find the
dispensers and get the condoms he needed. They came out in packs of
three, which was convenient, and although there weren’t any little
bottles of lubricant, he was pretty sure there was something in the
bathroom of their motel room that could be used as a
replacement.

He sure as hell wasn't about to ask the kid
behind the counter where to get some. That would be just too creepy
and weird, and Jamie was supposed to be keeping a low profile
anyway.

Also, creepy and weird,
that part warranted another mention.
Ugh
.

The kid looked pretty engrossed in whatever
he was watching on his small TV. He didn’t even seem to notice that
Jamie had stopped by and stuck a few coins into the machine.

Jamie rushed out of the lobby and back to
his and Ethan's room. It was on the first floor since he hadn't
wanted to drag his bleeding sort-of ex-lover up the stairs to a
room. He might as well shout to the world that he had an injured
hunter with him if he lugged a guy Ethan’s size up those stairs.
Not such a great idea.

When he got back to the room, he hurried and
locked the door before looking at Ethan as he stripped out of his
clothes with all the enthusiasm he had the first time Ethan told
him to do it.

Ethan smiled back. Despite
the fact that Jamie’s blow jobs were awesome, that
look
in Ethan’s dark eyes
said he knew he was getting laid, not just a blow job.