A Shock to Your System (Dangerous Creatures #2) (15 page)

Ethan cursed under his breath and turned off
at the nearest dirt road. He was almost a little too fast about it
as the sudden, sharp turn of the vehicle made Jamie slam his head
into Ethan's chest.

Ethan stopped the van, hissing at the pain,
and that was when Jamie remembered all the cuts that were still
healing on Ethan's body, not to mention he probably had ripped
stitches. "Fuck!" Jamie said, backing away from his lover, and
Ethan's face was so damned pale he could have been a vampire. Sweat
built on his forehead as he leaned back in his seat, panting for
breath.

"Oh my God, Ethan, are you okay?" Jamie
asked. He reached out his hands to touch the man, but then yanked
them back at the last second. He didn't want to cause Ethan anymore
pain than he already had.

"Yeah," Ethan said, biting out the word.
"Yeah, that was just unexpected."

Jamie carefully leaned forward, and because
of his stupid head, there was a tiny bit of blood soaking through
Ethan's shirt.

"Okay, let's get this off."

"Good," Ethan said. "Take yours off,
too."

"We're not having sex until I take a look at
you." His lust had vanished now that he thought Ethan was in
pain.

Jamie lifted up Ethan's shirt, and he tried
not to cringe at how bad his bandage job had become. Blood had
soaked through quite a few places.

"Don't feel bad," Ethan said. "You didn't do
this. That other hunter did. Punched me a couple of times,
remember?"

He did remember, but because of how fast and
casual Ethan had been after the fact, he'd damn near forgotten all
about it. "Weren't you in pain?" Jamie asked, gently lifting back
the bandages so he could assess the damage.

"Like a bitch, especially when the
adrenaline wore off. But appearances had to be kept up, right?"

Ethan was so much stronger than Jamie could
ever be. He relied on physical strength, whereas Jamie had
something that might have been considered a gift, if the rest of
the world wasn't so dead set on punishing him for it. All because
of what a bunch of paranormals had tried to do well before he was
even born.

Jamie inspected every wound. The first one
looked about as bad as it had when he'd first stitched it. As he
continued to check, he was relieved to see that not all the
stitches were broken, so he wouldn't have to completely start from
scratch.

"You did bring my bag, right?" Jamie
asked.

"Yeah, it's in the back where you were."

Jamie looked behind him. There seemed to be
a second door with a latch that would lead into the back. It was
tiny, but he wouldn't have to get out of the van.

Jamie opened the latch and let himself
inside. The back of the van wasn’t so wide or frightening, now that
he could see it. He only had to reach out and grab the bag before
yanking himself back into the front.

"Do you want to do this in the back?" Jamie
asked, really hoping the answer would be 'No' as he pulled out his
first aid kit.

Ethan read his mind. "No way in hell I want
to get in the back of a hunter van. I never liked doing that even
when I was on the clock escorting someone back.”

Jamie was glad to hear that.

He pulled out all the swabs he would need, a
tiny pair of scissors, and then got to work. It didn't take so long
the second time around, which was interesting because Jamie had
thought it would, what with Ethan watching him and all.

Ethan didn't complain. He hissed a bit,
especially when the antibiotic was applied, but other than that, he
was the perfect patient.

"Thanks, you're good at that," Ethan said,
and then the man winced. "Sorry, I wasn't really thinking..."

"Don't worry about it," Jamie said, clasping
onto both of Ethan's hands and bringing them to his mouth for a
kiss.

Ethan stared at him, and then a slow smile
broke out over his mouth. "You're still in the mood for sex, even
though you just finished stitching me up again?" he asked, but it
wasn't really a question.

Jamie nodded, and this time he was much more
aware of where Ethan's injuries were as he let his hands slide up
and down the man's thighs. "Yeah, I'm insatiable like that. Can
that call to your sister wait ten minutes?"

From the way Ethan grabbed him by the back
of the neck, bringing his face forward for a crushing kiss right
before thrusting his tongue between Jamie's lips, licking him deep
inside, he was willing to bet that the answer was a resounding
yes.

Chapter Ten

Ethan
loved
the way Jamie still wanted him:
the way Jamie continued to moan for him when he touched the man,
and kissed him when he climbed onto Ethan's lap. Carefully, of
course. It was easy to see the way Jamie handled him, like glass,
constantly worried he would hurt him. The man didn’t even put too
much of his body weight onto Ethan’s lap.

“
Are you okay? This is
okay?” Jamie asked, intent on being sure.

Fuck, the sound of his voice, so throaty and
lusty, out of breath even, made Ethan’s cock throb.

There was a tiny throb in his legs, not the
good kind like what was happening between them, but the promise of
pleasure outweighed all of that. Ethan nodded. “Yeah,” he said,
then quickly captured Jamie’s mouth with his own again.

More kissing was good. More kissing was
always good.

After admitting that he'd been spending his
entire life hiding a paranormal of his own, even from his own
parents, he'd half expected Jamie to hate him for being the
hypocrite that he was, and want nothing more to do with him once
they got to wherever it was they were going.

It seemed he’d come pretty close to having
that outcome for a minute or so back there. Instead, Jamie had
leaned in and kissed him, and then handled his wounds with all the
care of a lover, which more and more Ethan was hoping they still
were, and that this wasn’t about to be their goodbye.

The thought that it very well could be
instilled a sense of urgency in him. Ethan didn't want to be so
still this time. The hot pulsing of his wounds picked up with every
twitch he made, but he had to do more than just sit there. He
wanted to use more than his hands, and he needed to put Jamie’s
ankles up onto his shoulders.

The position they were in
now wouldn’t allow for that, but the point was the same. Ethan
wanted to
move
.

Jamie had barely allowed him to move at all
when they were making love in the motel room, and there had been
little he could do then except for gently thrusting his hips back
up against Jamie's ass as the man pushed down on him, using the
strength of his thighs to keep from putting his weight onto Ethan’s
injuries, which had been all kinds of hot.

Though he was still aching and in pain
almost all over his body, Ethan wanted to do more. He wanted to
kiss and stroke every inch of Jamie's skin, lick him and suck on
his pelvis before moving his mouth to the man’s cock and soft
testicles, just like he did whenever they were together, before all
of this shit happened.

He pushed Jamie back to the passenger side,
needing to bite through the pain of the sudden movement to do it,
but doing it all the same. He listened with amusement as his lover
squawked at the sudden move, and then protested when Ethan leaned
down between his legs, pushed his pants down Jamie’s hips, and then
took his hard cock into his mouth just like he’d wanted to.

The bent over position put a strain on his
injuries, pulling at his stitches a little and making every single
one of them burn with pain, but it was worth it. The pain wasn’t
severe enough for him to even think about stopping. It was all so
damned worth it when Jamie grabbed onto his hair and finally let go
of his protests so he could thrust his pelvis forward, pushing the
length of his prick deeper into Ethan's mouth. He tasted all of
him, the velvety hard flesh of his cock, the vein that pulsed on
the underside, right where Ethan’s tongue was…

Ethan had missed this so damned much. He
couldn't live without it. Jamie was the one. He was the one Ethan
wanted to be with for the rest of his life, and he’d nearly turned
him in.

Ethan was going to raise all kinds of hell
on the hunter who tried to take him away, and hopefully spend the
rest of his life making it up to Jamie for his mistake.

He swirled his tongue around the base of
Jamie's cock, tightening his mouth around the root and pushing the
muscles of his mouth and jaw as far as they could go. His attempt
at deep-throating his lover lasted all of one second before he had
to pull back, giving more attention to the head, and the underside
of it.

Jamie always loved it when Ethan played
there, so he did.

Ethan heard a conk and a pained yelp, and he
pulled away before looking up to see Jamie rubbing the back of his
head, a twisted expression on his face.

"I banged my head against the window," he
said.

Ethan laughed out loud. He couldn't help
himself. "You're so cute," he said, and then pressed more kisses
along Jamie's warm thighs. He moved lower, pressing wet kisses the
entire way, and then he sucked Jamie's balls into his mouth.

Jamie cried out, and there
was another conking sound followed by a loud, "
Ouch
!"

That sound turned into a moan as Ethan used
his hand to stroke Jamie's cock while he used his mouth and tongue
on his tight testicles, easing away the pain Jamie was giving
himself because he couldn’t stop throwing his head back.

"Oh, fuck, Ethan. I'm close," Jamie said,
moaning and sighing and canting his hips forward.

Ethan couldn't have his lover coming just
yet. He hadn’t teased him enough. He gripped the base of Jamie's
cock and gripped it tight enough to prevent whatever release was on
the way, and Jamie let out a sort of howling noise that was half
pain and half pleasure.

He stared down at Ethan with pleading in
those gorgeous blue eyes. They were shining, like electric sparks
were going off in them, or the glitter that was sometimes seen in
snow at night. It was amazing. The most beautiful thing Ethan had
ever seen

"Not yet. You're not coming yet."

"Fuck, you're so
mean
,” Jamie
moaned.

"Uh huh, you won't be saying that in a
minute," Ethan said, and he kissed Jamie's stomach, and then his
chest, before working his way up to the man's neck and mouth.

Jamie opened his lips,
letting Ethan push his tongue inside of that warm, wet space. He
wanted the man to taste the precum that Ethan had licked from the
head of his prick. He wanted all of him, his tongue, his teeth, his
body.
Everything
.

Ethan thrust his hips forward, his cock
swelling, the pleasure rising as the friction brought on the
natural heat between them. He could’ve sworn he felt some of
Jamie’s power sparking through him. The hairs on his forearms were
standing on end.

Fuck, he was going to come if he didn’t
stop. His testicles tightened, rising almost all the way into his
body, and Ethan had to jerk to a halt to keep himself from
spilling.

That was about when Jamie decided he'd had
enough of putting up with Ethan’s teasing, and he pushed against
Ethan's chest. “No more, seriously. I usually like the foreplay,
but not now.”

Ethan smiled wide over how the man purposely
avoided Ethan's stitches, even when the desperation in his face
made him look damn near feral. He loved how considerate and gentle
Jamie could be.

When Jamie pushed Ethan's pants out of the
way and tried to climb into his lap, Ethan had to stop him. "I
don't think we should."

"What?"

Jamie's face was an open book in that
second, and Ethan could see how much those words had hurt him.
"Trust me, it's not because I don't want you," he said. "We don't
have any lube in here. That wasn't exactly one of the things I
grabbed, and I doubt you took some either."

"It's fine. You were in me not too long ago.
We can still do this," Jamie said, and it was definitely a boost to
Ethan's ego hearing how desperate Jamie sounded for it.

Ethan was already shaking his head. He had
to or else he'd find himself nodding instead. "I'm not about to
risk tearing you open like that."

"But—"

"We don't have to have sex to be intimate,"
Ethan said, touching Jamie's face in just the way he knew the other
man liked.

With his free hand, he reached down between
his legs to where the seat adjuster would be. He pushed it back,
and then reclined it just a little.

"You're still going to ride me, but we're
just going to do this a little differently."

At those words, Jamie smiled wide, and this
time Ethan was grabbing onto his hips and practically yanking him
over.

Like before, Jamie was incredibly careful to
watch out for the bandages that were around Ethan's thighs. They
still hurt like a bitch, but it was easier to bear thanks to
Jamie's careful straddling.

The way their dicks touched, sliding softly
against each other, was fucking magic. Jamie’s cock jumped at the
contact, and he moaned as Ethan grabbed the back of Jamie's head,
and brought his face forward for another kiss as they thrust and
dry humped each other in a desperate rush to the end.

He reached down and wrapped his fist around
both of their cocks. Jamie moaned into his mouth and immediately
started a whole new rhythm against the new contact of tighter,
better friction.

Ethan didn't want to stop kissing this man.
The noises their mouths made as they came together and parted was
better than any porn he could find online. He couldn't stop
thinking about Jamie, and those hunters who'd broken into the motel
room. He could still recall exactly how it felt: his heart had
squeezed to the popping point when he hadn't been able to hold all
of them back, and one of them had gotten into the bathroom to chase
after Jamie.