Page 71 of Vampire Lee

Dillon waved at him and indicated the car.

“Looks like we’re good to go. The car is about thirty feet away.”

Angelo nodded and took a step forward, still clinging to Lee.

Chapter 20

Dillon stood with his palms against the wall in the shower, head hanging while the water pounded on his back.

Lee was in the room next to theirs with Angelo, helping him get settled. Murrie, Hanna, Faelan, Mars, and Rei were processing the captives while Devin was cooking up a storm for the rescues. He should have offered to help, but his nerves were fried.

Murrie had given him a soft smile and a mumbled thanks before Dillon hurried up the stairs. He figured it was Murrie’s way of saying he was free to leave.

He tipped his head, a low moan escaping as the heat hit his front instead of his back. Another noise, not coming from him, had him whirling around. Lee was standing outside the shower watching him.

“You paint a fine picture.”

He did not. There was nothing fine about his scarred skin, but right now, he didn’t care. Lee looked half a breath away from toppling over. “You look like shit.”

“Yeah. Do you know if Mars has any blood?”

“I assume so, but I think he’s busy at the moment.” Devin might know where he kept it, though.

Dillon ran his gaze over Lee. He didn’t like how wet the bloody fabric clinging to his side was. “How bad off are you?”

“I’ve seen better days, but I’ll be fine.”

Stepping out of the spray, Dillon moved closer. “How bad?” He gestured at the side.

“It won’t close properly. Or it closes, and then I move, and it opens again. But the healing is slower now. I need to feed.” He looked ashen, and Dillon suspected he was in a lot more pain than he let on. Carefully, he reached for the hem of Lee’s shirt and pulled it upward. It made a slick sound as it parted with his skin, and Dillon winced. “Shit, this isn’t good.”

“It’ll be fine, some blood and some rest, and I’ll be good as new.”

He was most likely right, but…Dillon pulled the shirt over his head, cautious not to jostle him more than necessary. “Shower? Or do you think it’s too much at the moment?”

“I’d love a shower. It’s gonna sting though.”

Dillon reached for the button in his jeans, giving him a wicked grin. “So…boyfriend?”

“Ah, yeah, probably should’ve asked first.”

Dillon chuckled. “I believed you were a free-spirited sort of guy, no relationships, only fucking the most dangerous guy you could find before moving on.”

Lee groaned, and Dillon dropped to his knees, pulling the jeans and underwear with him. Lee looked down at him, his cock making an attempt to stand, but failing. Dillon chuckled.

“You’re evil.”

“A little.” He rose. “Come on, I have you.”

He steered Lee into the shower, grabbed the shower head and turned the knob, so the spray softened a little before running it over Lee’s shoulders. He hissed.

“Too hot?” Dillon loved a hot shower.

“Nah, it’s good.” Lee watched him with such intensity, Dillon had to look away. He focused on running the water over his body, washing away the blood. There was a new trickle from the puncture wounds in his side as soon as he’d washed away the previous.

“Claws?”

“The fucking bear from the garden center.”

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