Page 3 of Running Scared
Bailey started down the hall, relieved when Sarree nodded at him, pointed at the clock, and held up three fingers.
Bailey blinked.“Three?”he asked out loud.
“Not a minute less,” she told him.
“Youare definitely on the Christmas card list,” he told her, and his reward was the faintest crack of a smile.
“So what doIhave to do to get added to the Christmas card list?”Dean Royal asked at his elbow, and Bailey realized the man had followed him quietly as he headed for “the crib”—the spare room full of cots where doctors on call or pulling doubles went to catch a few winks.
“Let me sleep?”Bailey offered, suddenly disconcerted.
“Letyou sleep orhelpyou sleep?”Dean asked, his voice falling to a purr.
Bailey’s eyes poppedwayopen.For a moment all he felt was outrage.“I amnotthat easy!”he protested as he took the last left down the corridor that led to the crib.
Dean cocked his head.“I didn’t say you were easy,” he evaded.“I said I could help you sleep.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t mean with Reiki, did you?”Bailey demanded, and he saw the corners of Dean’s mouth turn up right before he pounced.
One minute he was standing at the door to the small bunkroom, his hand on the handle, glaring at Dean Royal in irritation, and the next, Dean was pressing him back against the door, hand fumbling for the handle, his mouth so hot on Bailey’s that he thought he was going to explode.
The door opened, and they tumbled into the room.Bailey had enough presence of mind to glance around and make sure it was empty while Dean threw the bolt, and then Bailey was being kissed back against the bunk bed until he couldn’t move, even to sit on the lower bunk.
Dean’s hands were busy at the waist of his scrubs, and it turned out Bailey didn’t have to sit down.Dean squatted in front of him, dropped Bailey’s drawers, and….
“Oh God,” Bailey gasped.
Dean was licking him, pulling his mostly hard member into a hot, skilled mouth, and Bailey saw fireworks as he grewfullyhard and Dean kept sucking.His hair was too short for Bailey to get a grip on it, so mostly all he could do was cradle Dean Royal’s skull and try to form words.
The words weren’t going well, but the blowjob wasspectacular.
“Oh God,” Bailey gasped again, pulling his hand up to his mouth so he could groan into it without making too much noise.Dean wasreallygood, his mouth and tongue moving on his head, his hand gripping the shaft and pumping.Not too hard—that was a mistake sometimes when passion erupted—but just hard enough.
Hard enough to make Bailey want more, to want to be lying, vulnerable, pants down, ass up, as this man plundered his body.
He wasn’t aware of spreading his thighs, but he must have, because he felt Dean’s spit-slickened finger probing, and God, that was all she wrote.Bailey grabbed the frame of the bunk bed with one hand and moaned into the other as his cock spat come and Dean Royal swallowed it down.
There was a heartbeat of silence, and Bailey stared down at Dean in shock.For his part, Dean gazed up Bailey’s body, a sort of irresistible smirk on his face as he wiped himself off on the inside of Bailey’s briefs.
“Uhm…,” Bailey managed behind his hand, and then Dean stood, pulled his hand off his mouth, and kissed him, gentler this time, nuzzling Bailey’s neck and his ears, making reassuring humming sounds in the back of his throat.
“Uhm…,” Bailey tried again.
“Do you have a card?”Dean asked, and Bailey blinked hard, trying to parse that.
“What?”
“Never mind.”Dean dipped his fingers into the pocket of Bailey’s scrub top and pulled out one of the cards Bailey carried to paperclip to pretty much everything—paperwork, receipts, drug prescriptions.“Is this your work cell or your home cell?”
“Work cell.”
“What’s your personal?”
Bailey rattled off his home cell number on automatic, and Dean pulled one of Bailey’s own ever-present pens from the same pocket from whence came the card and wrote it down quickly.
“Good boy,” Dean murmured, putting the pen back and thrusting the card into his pocket.
“Why’d I just do that?”Bailey asked, a terrible lassitude stealing over him becausethat’s what happenedwhen you hadn’t slept for forty-eight hours and somebody sucked your brains out of your dick like it was a straw.
