by Amy Lane
Ah! God yes. He couldn’t think about the awfulness he’d just lived through with his mouth full of cock. Couldn’t think about how his hands were shaking, or how the young, hot guy his age might be dying even now when cock was shoving down his throat, leaking precome. Couldn’t be afraid, or horrified, or sad when his body was shaking with the need to taste come, with the need to release too.
Alex had been a total slut in college, and he used every trick now. Cheeks, tongue, throat, fist—and Dave wove his fingers through Alex’s hair and held on until his body arched and he shot down Alex’s throat.
His orgasm triggered Alex’s own, in his shorts, and he came as he swallowed, the shakiness not getting any better.
He became aware of Dave’s hands in his hair, soft, tender, and of the fact that he couldn’t get his breathing under control.
“Come here, Baby Nurse,” Dave said gently.
Alex nodded and squeezed his eyes shut, pushing back up in the confines of the SUV and letting Dave pull him close, wrap long arms around his shoulders, and nuzzle his temple.
“You okay?” Dave asked, and the tears Alex had been fighting since he’d opened the first bus and seen all that blood took him over.
“Sure,” he said, but his voice broke, and then he broke, sobbing in this stranger’s arms while his spunk cooled in his shorts.
He tried to hide his face against Dave’s chest, but then he realized that Dave’s chest was shaking as much as Alex was.
And Dave was sobbing too.
They held each other until Dave’s watch went off, and he swore softly. “We are a fucking mess,” he said, his throat tight.
“I’ve got jizz in my shorts,” Alex mumbled, because it had been sitting, cold and yucky, against his skin as their crying jag eased.
“Do you have extra scrubs and shorts?” Dave asked. “Like, in your car?”
“In my locker,” Alex said. And they both paused. “How am I going to get through with… oh my God.”
“Here, baby. I’ve got clean scrubs and shorts with me. You can wear them and return them tomorrow.”
Dave twisted and pulled extra clothes from a bag down by the front, and the next two minutes were filled with awkward fumbling as the two of them got undressed and redressed in the damned SUV.
“Return them tomorrow?” Alex said as he pulled up the briefs, which fit just fine—Dave was taller than Alex, but Alex apparently had the fuller ass.
“You off tomorrow?” Dave asked, wriggling into his own scrubs.
“No, but I thought we could, uh, maybe come in together tomorrow.” He paused and looked Dave in the eyes.
There were still tears in his lashes, and Alex reached out and wiped his cheek with his thumb.
“After,” he rasped, “you know, we spend some more time together.”
Dave smiled slowly. “Not just one and done?” he said lightly.
Alex shook his head. “I… hell, I’d like dinner at the very least.”
And that smile just got wider. “Dinner I can do,” he said softly. He reached out and rubbed his own thumb under Alex’s wet cheek. “You seem like a pretty sweet guy. I bet we can find something to talk about.”
“I bet we can.”
Jackson’s First Stay
PAIN AND drugs and pain and fear and pain and… wait. Jade and Kaden and Rhonda. Good. He liked those people.
And pain and drugs and pain and fear and pain and… “No!”
He thought he was screaming, but what came out of his throat was more like a kitten’s whisper.
“Shh, Baby Cop” came an almost familiar voice. “You are not sleeping, are you?”
“Can’t sleep,” Jackson whispered. “What if they know?”
“Mm.” There was a soft touch on his brow. “What if your cop friends know you were wearing a wire?” the voice asked. “Given that only your family seems to be happy you’re alive, I’d say they know.”
Jackson groaned. “Where are they?” He knew they’d been there. J and K had his back. Always had.
“Well, you’ve been here for about two weeks, son. They probably went home to worry some more. You’ve been giving the whole world fits, do you know that?”
“Jade and Kaden and Rhonda,” he muttered. “All I got.”
“Well, you got me. Nurse Dave, remember?”
Jackson remembered now. The young nurse who’d been kind to him when he’d come to check on Kelly Cruz.
“You’re my nurse? Thank God. Probably the only reason I’m alive,” he said, meaning it. The guy had a sharpness about him; Jackson had trusted him to do his job right.
“Well, there’s a few decent health-care professionals here,” Dave said, that ever-present snark in his voice. Jackson liked him. “Just—” He lowered his head. “—watch out for Dr. Scheideman. He tried to give you a colostomy bag when your lower intestine is probably the most intact part of your body. He’s dumb, and he’s in charge. So you ask for me, or ask for Alex—you know, little blond nurse?—and we’ll make sure you don’t end up shitting in a grocery sack. Deal?”
Jackson closed his eyes, trying to picture Alex. Allies. He needed allies.
“Deal,” he murmured under his breath.
The next time he woke up, there was a perky blond twinky checking his vitals.
“Hello, Baby Cop,” Twinky purred, and Jackson squinted at him.
“Alex?”
“Ah, Dave’s been by. Yes. You can trust me. I’ll treat you right.”
Jackson smiled a little. “Good,” he said. “Good to have people have your back.”
About two weeks later—still in the fuzzy time when days bled into surgeries, bled into weeks, and then just bled—he saw Dave walk by, giving a little wave into his ICU unit.
“No flirting,” Alex said, putting his vitals on the tablet by his feet. “You’re slated for surgery in the next few days. Flirting puts strain on your organs.”
Jackson chuckled weakly. “I don’t even know if that organ works anymore,” he said. Sex? Sure. He’d probably have it. But not in this fucking ICU unit, that was for sure.
“Mine does,” Alex said with a saucy wink. He looked up at the clock. “And it’s time for my break. See you in two hours, Baby Cop.”
It took another month for Jackson to realize they both called him the same nickname.
But that day he realized they were banging each other silly, practically every break.
It gave him something to look forward to, really. Those two kind men, working hard, doing something good with their lives—and falling desperately in love.
More from Amy Lane
Fish Out of Water: Book One
PI Jackson Rivers grew up on the mean streets of Del Paso Heights—and he doesn’t trust cops, even though he was one. When the man he thinks of as his brother is accused of killing a police officer in an obviously doctored crime, Jackson will move heaven and earth to keep Kaden and his family safe.
Defense attorney Ellery Cramer grew up with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth, but that hasn’t stopped him from crushing on street-smart, swaggering Jackson Rivers for the past six years. But when Jackson asks for his help defending Kaden Cameron, Ellery is out of his depth—and not just with guarded, prickly Jackson. Kaden wasn’t just framed, he was framed by crooked cops, and the conspiracy goes higher than Ellery dares reach—and deep into Jackson’s troubled past.
Both men are soon enmeshed in the mystery of who killed the cop in the minimart, and engaged in a race against time to clear Kaden’s name. But when the mystery is solved and the bullets stop flying, they’ll have to deal with their personal complications… and an attraction that’s spiraled out of control.
Fish Out of Water: Book Two
They must work together to stop a psychopath—and save each other.
Two months ago Jackson Rivers got shot while trying to save Ellery Cramer’s life. Not only is Jackson still suffering from his wounds, the triggerman remains at large—and the body count is mounting.
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br /> Jackson and Ellery have been trying to track down Tim Owens since Jackson got out of the hospital, but Owens’s time as a member of the department makes the DA reluctant to turn over any stones. When Owens starts going after people Jackson knows, Ellery’s instincts hit red alert. Hurt in a scuffle with drug-dealing squatters and trying damned hard not to grieve for a childhood spent in hell, Jackson is weak and vulnerable when Owens strikes.
Jackson gets away, but the fallout from the encounter might kill him. It’s not doing Ellery any favors either. When a police detective is abducted—and Jackson and Ellery hold the key to finding her—Ellery finds out exactly what he’s made of. He’s not the corporate shark who believes in winning at all costs; he’s the frightened lover trying to keep the man he cares for from self-destructing in his own valor.
Fish Out of Water: Book Three
A tomcat, a psychopath, and a psychic walk into the desert to rescue the men they love…. Can everybody make it out with their skin intact?
PI Jackson Rivers and Defense Attorney Ellery Cramer have barely recovered from last November, when stopping a serial killer nearly destroyed Jackson in both body and spirit.
But their previous investigation poked a new danger with a stick, forcing Jackson and Ellery to leave town so they can meet the snake in its den.
Jackson Rivers grew up with the mean streets as a classroom and he learned a long time ago not to give a damn about his own life. But he gets a whole new education when the enemy takes Ellery. The man who pulled his shattered pieces from darkness and stitched them back together again is in trouble, and Jackson’s only chance to save him rests in the hands of fragile allies he barely knows.
It’s going to take a little bit of luck to get these Few Good Fish out alive!
Fish Out of Water: Book Four
A Fish Out of Water/Racing for the Sun Crossover
Can a hitman and a psychic negotiate a relationship while all hell breaks loose?
The world might not know who Lee Burton is, but it needs his black ops division and the work they do to keep it safe. Lee’s spent his life following orders—until he sees a kill jacket on Ernie Caulfield. Ernie isn’t a typical target, and something is very wrong with Burton’s chain of command.
Ernie’s life may seem adrift, but his every action helps to shelter his mind from the psychic storm raging within. When Lee Burton shows up to save him from assassins and club bunnies, Ernie seizes his hand and doesn’t look back. Burton is Ernie’s best bet in a tumultuous world, and after one day together, he’s pretty sure Lee knows Ernie is his destiny as well.
But when Burton refused Ernie’s contract, he kicked an entire piranha tank of bad guys, and Burton can’t rest until he takes down the rogue military unit that would try to kill a spacey psychic. Ernie’s in love with Burton and Burton’s confused as hell by Ernie—but Ernie’s not changing his mind and Burton can’t stay away. Psychics, assassins, and bad guys—throw them into the desert with a forbidden love affair and what could possibly go wrong?
Fish Out of Water: Book Five
Jackson Rivers has always bucked the rules—and bucking the rules of recovery is no exception. Now that he and Ellery are starting their own law firm, there’s no reason he can’t rush into trouble and take the same risks as always, right?
Maybe not. Their first case is a doozy, involving porn stars, drug empires, and daddy issues, and their client, Henry Worrall, wants to be an active participant in his own defense. As Henry and Jackson fight the bad guys and each other to find out who dumped the porn star in the trash can, Jackson must reexamine his assumptions that four months of rest and a few good conversations have made him all better inside.
Jackson keeps crashing his bicycle of self-care and a successful relationship, and Ellery wonders what’s going to give out first—Jackson’s health or Ellery’s patience. Jackson’s body hasn’t forgiven him for past crimes. Can Ellery forgive him for his current sins? And can they keep Henry from going to jail for sleeping with the wrong guy at the wrong time?
Being a fish out of water is tough—but if you give a fish a bicycle, how’s he going to swim?
Readers love the Fish Out of Water series by Amy Lane
Fish Out of Water
“Fish Out of Water delivers an intense plot as well as a sizzling relationship between Ellery and Jackson.”
—Gay Book Reviews
Red Fish, Dead Fish
“Deliciously tense… a satisfying mix of sweet angst and steamy suspense.”
—Karen Rose, NYT Bestselling Author
A Few Good Fish
“A Few Good Fish is a riveting page-turner with high-stakes action scenes, an intriguing plot and two compelling, incredibly likeable central characters.”
—All About Romance
Hiding the Moon
“This whole series is amazing, and this book is the cherry on top!”
—Paranormal Romance Guild
Fish on a Bicycle
“The problem for me with an author like Amy Lane is that she continues to exceed my expectations… Thank you, Amy, you’re the best.”
—Rainbow Book Reviews
Award winning author AMY LANE lives in a crumbling crapmansion with a couple of teenagers, a passel of furbabies, and a bemused spouse. She has too damned much yarn, a penchant for action-adventure movies, and a need to know that somewhere in all the pain is a story of Wuv, Twu Wuv, which she continues to believe in to this day! She writes contemporary romance, paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and romantic suspense, teaches the occasional writing class, and likes to pretend her very simple life is as exciting as the lives of the people who live in her head. She’ll also tell you that sacrifices, large and small, are worth the urge to write.
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By Amy Lane
An Amy Lane Christmas
Behind the Curtain
Bewitched by Bella’s Brother
Bolt-hole
Christmas Kitsch
Christmas with Danny Fit
Clear Water
Do-over
Food for Thought
Freckles
Gambling Men
Going Up
Hammer & Air
Homebird
If I Must
Immortal
It’s Not Shakespeare
Left on St. Truth-be-Well
The Locker Room
Mourning Heaven
Phonebook
Puppy, Car, and Snow
Racing for the Sun • Hiding the Moon
Raising the Stakes
Regret Me Not
Shiny!
Shirt
Sidecar
Slow Pitch
String Boys
A Solid Core of Alpha
Three Fates
Truth in the Dark
Turkey in the Snow
Under the Rushes
Wishing on a Blue Star
BENEATH THE STAIN
Beneath the Stain • Paint It Black
BONFIRES
Bonfires • Crocus
CANDY MAN
Candy Man • Bitter Taffy
Lollipop • Tart and Sweet
DREAMSPUN DESIRES
THE MANNIES
The Virgin Manny
Manny Get Your Guy
Stand by Your Manny
A Fool and His Manny
SEARCH AND RESCUE
Warm Heart
Silent Heart
Safe Heart
FAMILIAR LOVE
Familiar Angel • Familiar Demon
FISH OUT OF WATER
Fish Out of Water • Red Fish, Dead Fish
A Few Good Fish • Hiding the Moon
Fish on a Bicycle • School of Fish
FLOPHOUSE
Shades of Henry
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bsp; GRANBY KNITTING
The Winter Courtship Rituals of Fur-Bearing Critters
How to Raise an Honest Rabbit
Knitter in His Natural Habitat
Blackbird Knitting in a Bunny’s Lair
The Granby Knitting Menagerie Anthology
JOHNNIES
Chase in Shadow • Dex in Blue
Ethan in Gold • Black John
Bobby Green
Super Sock Man
KEEPING PROMISE ROCK
Keeping Promise Rock • Making Promises
Living Promises • Forever Promised
LONG CON
The Mastermind
TALKER
Talker • Talker’s Redemption • Talker’s Graduation
The Talker Collection Anthology
WINTER BALL
Winter Ball • Summer Lessons
Fall Through Spring
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BITTER MOON SAGA
Triane’s Son Rising • Triane’s Son Learning
Triane’s Son Fighting • Triane’s Son Reigning
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