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Jack grunted when her hand gripped
his heavy cock, and then Cindy gasped and made a noise that was almost a squeal
when he lifted her into his arms. Sometimes she forgot about how strong he was.
He held her up so easily with one of his arms hurting as bad as it did.

"Got to have you. Right now,"
he said, sounding like he'd run all the way here from his house.

Cindy curled her legs around his
waist, immediately feeling the crown of his length touching her sex, sliding
between her wet opening, and then penetrating her.

Cindy cried out, first with the
discomfort of the initial thrust, and then with pleasure as Jack gripped her by
the ass and pushed her up and down on top of him. Her orgasm was already
building, and Jack stumbled to the wall of his storage unit, pressing Cindy's
back against it. She didn't even mind the cold concrete against her skin when
Jack gripped her by the wrists and pushed her hands above her head, his hips
pumping back and forth so that his flesh pounded almost painfully against her.

Cindy moaned and tried to push back
against him, but this was more of a claiming than actual lovemaking, and
without intending for it to happen she came before she was even fully aware
that her orgasm was upon her.

Jack kissed her, swallowing up her
moan, and as she rode out her climax, her inner walls pulsing around Jack's
cock, he followed her.

Warmth spilled inside of her, and
then Cindy was riding on the buzz that followed on the heels of her pleasure.
Jack released her arms, and she wound them back around his neck, holding him
close.

He was panting heavily when they
finished, and so was she. Cindy ran her fingers through Jack's hair as he
pressed his forehead against her collarbone. Neither of them moved, though both
knew that they should.

"I love you," Jack said,
his voice quiet.

Somehow, Cindy got the feeling that
he was speaking so low because he feared she would reject him. As if she could
ever do that to him, or to herself.

"I love you, too," she
said.

Jack squeezed her tightly, and with
a groan, he put her back down on her feet. Cindy could feel some of his come on
her thigh, but she didn't want to clean herself up. Not yet.

Jack righted his clothes, tucking
his spent penis back into his pants. "Sorry, I don't have anything for you
to clean up with. It's gonna have to wait until we get a motel or something."

"I don't mind," Cindy
said, and she really didn't.

Jack smiled at her, and he moved
over to the bike. "You will if we're on this bike for more than a couple
of hours. We're going to have to keep moving. I don't think we can leave the
city just yet, there'll likely be road blocks, considering the men that we left
unconscious back at my place. Going into the heart of the city will be out of
the question for the time being as well."

"I can handle it, I trust you,"
Cindy said, and she reached for his hand and laced their fingers together.

Jack looked down between them, and
his grip on her tightened. "Okay then, let’s get going. Our first order of
business is to get our new IDs, maybe change your hair a little, and then wait
this out until it's safer to go looking for your friend."

"How long will that take?"
Cindy asked, following him to the bike. When he handed her the helmet, she put
it on. She tried to stuff her hair in it as best she could so that no one would
be able to see it, but she was pretty sure she wasn't doing a good job.

"I'm not going to lie to you.
It could be a couple of days, it could be longer. We might even hear on the
radio that Jamie was captured by Ethan before we even get the chance to really
look for them."

Cindy shivered at that, but then
Jack's hands were on her shoulders. "I promise I'll try," he said. "To
make up for what I did,
I'll try
, but it might not be enough."

"You don't have to make up for
anything, but I still appreciate it," Cindy said, reaching up to touch his
hands, which were still on her shoulders. "We always knew how this might
turn out. We always knew one of us might vanish."

Jack winced, and then they got on
the bike. "Either way, I guess I owe it to him to try then, if not to you.
You said he saved you, right?"

Cindy nodded, putting one leg on
either side of the bike's seat behind Jack. "Right."

Jack had been right about it being
uncomfortable, especially because she wasn't wearing any underwear, and her sex
was cold now, thanks to how wet it still felt, and the fact that she couldn't
close her legs.

Jack handed her the bag they were
taking with them, and she put it over her shoulder for the ride.

"Something I have to ask,"
he said, before starting the engine. "It doesn't even really matter, it's
stupid, but I was just wondering, you said you were going to meet him when I
picked you up?"

Cindy knew where this was going
even before he finished speaking. She wrapped her arms around his waist and
rested her head against his back. "We were never a thing, only friends. He
took care of me and I trusted him."

"Oh, okay good," Jack
said, and Cindy could feel his relieved sigh go all the way through his body.

"Also, Jamie's gay."

Chapter
Eighteen

Jamie pumped his arms and legs.
They’d been hurting for a while now, but he kept right on running. He hadn't
managed to keep away from hunters and collectors for so long because he'd been
neglecting his cardio, but the man behind him was hot on his trail and he
wasn't stopping.

Jamie had tossed several electric
shocks behind him, hoping to hit the guy, but his aim wasn't exactly on the
mark while he was running for his life, trying to look ahead of him to stay a
careful course.

He'd made it just outside of the
city limits when his stupid car broke down. It wasn't uncommon for anything
electric to short out when he was stressed, but the car was the worst thing to
go, and right when he really needed it, too.

And of course, because he had the
worst luck in the history of the universe, a white van with the logo of the
hawk in flight had been right behind him, and it had stopped when Jamie had
prayed for the driver to keep on going.

When Ethan got out of the driver's
side door, Jamie didn't even wait. He'd bolted and ran right into the trees,
and now Ethan was on his trail.

Fuck, if only it would rain, or if
he could just find a stream and lure Ethan into it. He could shock the man into
unconsciousness and then get away. The problem with using too much juice was
that it made him tired, and each bolt he sent after the man was draining. It
made the muscles in his legs burn that much more and made it harder for his
lungs to take in a gulp of air.

He cursed the night he ever met
Ethan Frost in that dance club, though there had been some pretty good nights
since then.

Something bashed into him from
behind, and Jamie screamed as he went down, something hard and scratchy tangled
around his body, and he was almost stunned into silence when he realized that
it was a heavy net, made out of thick brown rope.

"
Are you kidding me?
"
he yelled.

Ethan came into view, and the
stupid bastard was barely panting. He had a light sheen of sweat on his
forehead, though his dark brown hair was still completely dry. The little bit
of gel that spiked the short strands even held. Ethan didn't look like he'd
been taken for much of a run at all.

"How did you even manage to
throw this at me? I didn't even see you carrying it!" Jamie snapped, and
he immediately started to struggle, searching for a way out of the damned net.
He thought it would be easy, but with the weights on it, it was hard. He was
stuck.

Ethan didn't answer him, instead he
walked right up to where Jamie was lying.

Ethan was six feet and two inches
of solid muscle. He had wide shoulders and a lean waist, with the kind abs that
Jamie envied and loved touching, but could never get for himself. The man was
gorgeous, and though he wasn't bulky, he was definitely strong, and he could
really hurt Jamie if he wanted to.

The gun in Ethan's hand, which was
pointed right at Jamie, was enough to make him want to be compliant. "Okay,
whoa, you don't need to do that. I'm not going to try anything."

Ethan reached behind him, grabbed
onto something metal that had been clipped to his belt, and then tossed them at
Jamie.

They landed on the net, and Jamie
was able to grab onto them and see what they were. His stomach dropped out of
him. He wanted to be sick.

Shackles with spells engraved on
them that would suppress Jamie's powers. He looked up at Ethan, searching for
any shred of empathy, any small amount of something that meant the man cared
enough about him not to destroy his life like this.

"Come on, please, don't do
this, I never hurt anyone."

"Several city blocks lost
power because of you," Ethan said, still pointing his weapon. "That's
not the behavior of someone who's innocent. You also attacked me when I chased
you."

Jamie couldn't tell if it was a
real gun, or something that would just shoot a dart with a drug in it. Didn't
matter, he was scared shitless.

"So I have to be picked up for
that?" Jamie asked.

"Yes...I'm sorry."

"
Sorry
? Ethan, come on,
please, you know me. That thing with the power back in the city...I was just
stressed out because one of my friends is missing. I'm not dangerous. I don't
hurt people. I don't do that. You
know
me," he said again, hoping
it would resonate.

"I
don't
know you,"
Ethan said, but the man closed his eyes briefly, as if he didn't want to be
reminded of what they'd done.

"You know me well enough to
know I'm not a killer! Christ, we slept in the same bed! Twice!"

"Put the shackles on, right
now," Ethan said, and his tone brooked no argument. His face softened just
a little, but his eyes remained cold and heartless. "Don't make this
harder than it has to be."

The problem was that Jamie knew if
he put the shackles on he would totally helpless. There would he no chance to
escape. He would be done. Game over. No more continues. That was it.

And Ethan was the one who was doing
this to him.
Ethan
.

Clearly, he and Ethan didn't know
each other, because this cold man who stared down at him with unfeeling eyes
was not the same man Jamie had laughed with over drinks or danced with back at
the club.

He had to get out of here. If Ethan
had his way, then Jamie was going to go into a box before he was shipped off to
a lab.

Jamie had almost no energy left
inside of him, but he wasn't going to just play dead either. He was not about
to put these goddamned shackles on his wrists. He was going to do something,
and it was worth the risk of whatever was inside of that gun.

He powered up and fired off a shot,
so fast that he was positive he caught Ethan before he could fire.

Ethan's entire body went tight, as
if he was in the throes of a bad cramp. His eyes widened with pain, and then he
fell over, right beside Jamie.

At first Jamie could hardly believe
it, and then he laughed as he stared down into Ethan's unconscious face. "That's
what you get," he said, but then realized how thick and heavy his tongue
felt inside of his mouth.

Jamie tried to move, tried to get
the damned net off of him, but even his fingers fumbled and felt numb. He could
hardly move an inch of his body, and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Jamie looked down at the tiny dart
that was sticking out of his chest, right above his heart, and he wanted to
laugh again, but he was already going under.

For some stupid reason, the first
thing Jamie started to dream about, in the hazy way that people dreamed when
they were still half awake, was the early morning after his and Ethan's second
night together. It was before everything went to shit, when Jamie still got
butterflies in his stomach when Ethan had kissed him. That’s what he was softly
doing in dawn's light, right before Ethan escorted him to his car, and then
gave him his phone number with the request that he call as often as he liked.

Jamie's
eyes slid completely shut, despite his best efforts to stay awake, and all he
could think about was what would happen to him if Ethan woke up first.

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