Jordan's Desires [Brac Village 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove), Lynn Hagen [sight word books .TXT] 📗

pushed out, grinding into the thrusts to take Jordan’s fingers even deeper. Bailey was so damn ready that he nearly came on the blanket below him. Jordan must have sensed this because he began to spear his fingers faster.

Swallowing the erection to the root, Bailey cried out around the man’s shaft as he came, his cock pulsing out his orgasm.

“Mmm, so nice.” Jordan pulled his fingers free and then slipped out of his jeans. Bailey had collapsed on the bed, panting, and wishing he hadn’t just fallen into his own cum. It was cooling and was messy.

He didn’t lay there long, though. Jordan flipped Bailey onto his back and then scooped him up until he was straddling impressive thighs. Jordan was acting as if he hadn’t been fed in years. He was devouring Bailey, his hands everywhere, his lips as well.

“Fuck, I want to eat you alive.” Jordan growled in his ear before Bailey felt something wet at his ass. Jordan was lubing him. Bailey gasped, tossing his head back as Jordan licked, sucked, and kissed his throat, jaw, and shoulder.

Moments later he was crying out as Jordan impaled him. He’d never seen Jordan so wild or so damn freaky. The man was purring, his fingers pressing heavily into Bailey’s sides. When he grabbed a fistful of hair, Bailey felt like he was petting the panther.

The noises Jordan was making…wow…erotic.

He shivered and let out a long moan when Jordan’s canines began to descend. His shoulder pulsed in anticipation as his mate’s cock drove deeper into his ass. Bailey cried out, his hands gripping Jordan’s hair tighter.

“Jordan,” Bailey gasped as he was raised and lowered over and over, relishing his lover’s strength and endurance. He buried his head into Jordan’s damp hair, breathing the man in. Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, Bailey wailed as Jordan’s angle altered and his sweet spot was struck again and again.

“Come for me, baby.”

“God, yes,” Bailey groaned. Jordan curled his hips a few more times before Bailey shattered in the man’s arms. He shouted Jordan’s name at the top of his lungs before Jordan bit down on his shoulder, his canines breaking skin.

Jordan let out a low growl as he hammered into Bailey’s ass, his cock stretching Bailey wide before Jordan grunted, Bailey’s ass filling with his seed. He rested his head on his mate’s shoulder as he panted, sweat covering Bailey’s back.

“We should shower.” Jordan eased out of Bailey, holding onto him as he pushed from the bed. Bailey wasn’t about to argue with his mate about carrying him. He was too whipped. He smiled into Jordan’s chest, sore and content.

* * * *

Jordan was driving into work. Mark had told him that he would keep the bay doors closed so no one knew he was there, but he had a living to make and he wasn’t going to get paid sitting on his ass. Bailey had been picked up and had gone to the firehouse, Bear promising to keep a close eye on him.

He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. Jordan was ready to settle down with Bailey, but it seemed something was always getting into the way. He was ready to—Jordan slammed on the brakes when a semi pulled out in front of him. His foot nearly went through the floor, but he wasn’t slowing down.

He jammed his booted foot in as far as it would go, but his truck continued on its collision course. Thinking quickly, Jordan unsnapped his seat belt and pushed the truck door open. It wasn’t easy. The wind was fighting against him, trying to keep the door closed.

He pushed with all his might and then leapt, right before the truck impacted the semi. Jordan rolled a good thirty feet before stopping. Fuck! His body was protesting, pain encompassing him. It felt like his left arm was broken. He couldn’t move it and when he tried, agony shot through his entire left side.

Unfortunately, Jordan didn’t have time to lay there and wallow in pain. Someone began to shoot at him. He pushed to his feet, his left arm tight at his side as he ran into the woods to his right.

Was it the truck driver? Is that who was shooting at him? Why? It hadn’t been his fault that his truck had no brakes. Why didn’t his truck have brakes? Jordan knew the answer. He just hated thinking that someone was really out to kill him. First he was poisoned and now this.

Could it be Mina? Somehow Jordan doubted it. Vampire Hunters? Possibly.

“There’s no use in running.”

Jordan didn’t recognize the voice. It definitely wasn’t Mina. Knowing he was going to have to shift in order to climb a tree to get a better look, Jordan moved to his right. His arm was still killing him. Even if he changed into his panther, it would still take time to heal.

He wasn’t going to be able to climb.

Calling someone would help. Not at this very second, but if he called his boss, Jordan would stand a better chance since he was wounded.

He was getting sick and tired of being wounded.

Not wanting to give his position away, Jordan texted Mark. He hoped like hell his boss had his phone close by.

“You’re going to die. So you might as well stop running and face me.”

Not likely.

Jordan wasn’t going to die today or any other day if he could help it. He had a long life to live with Bailey and he wasn’t shortchanging his mate. Besides, he liked breathing. If he could manage with his injuries, Jordan was going to kill the bastard hunting him. He was sick of this bullshit.

Moving as quiet as a black panther, Jordan continued to step to his right. He wanted to get out of the man’s line of sight, but he also wanted to see who was after him. The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.

Had Mark gotten his message and called the cops?

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