School of Fish (Fish Out of Water #6) - Amy Lane Page 0,150

and he started to veer. “Nice talking to you, Nurse Dave,” he said, indicating Dave’s nametag. Sure, he could have had his last name on it, but Nurse Dave put people at ease.

“Stay safe, Baby Cop,” Dave murmured. Dammit! He’d already lost track of Malibu Ken. God, he should at least learn that guy’s name if he wanted to nail him to the wall, right?

The day went on, and he stayed busy. Med Center was a bustling metropolitan hospital, so there was a lot to do. The kid eventually healed enough to be released from care, and Dave hoped for the best for him.

The next time he saw Baby Cop, he was being brought in on a stretcher, a big fucking hole in his chest, sucking up pints of blood through his arm like a sponge while his heart stuttered like a skipping record.

Alex Meets Dave

“FUUUUUCK…,” ALEX muttered, exhaling smoke with the word. He was leaning against the wall near the back entrance of the hospital, the sort of no-man’s land where everybody took their smoke breaks in shame because health-care professionals weren’t supposed to have vices, and fuck that all anyway.

“God, that was rough.”

Alex turned his head to check out the nurse next to him. Tall, built, with dramatic, sweeping gestures and honey-brown skin with sloe-brown eyes. Alex had caught “Nurse Dave” checking out his ass more than once.

He liked it.

But right now, he liked the companionship more.

“That… I can’t believe that guy is still alive,” Alex said. “Whatever he was shot with, it practically pulverized his chest.”

“The day’s young,” Dave said, his voice shaking. “Fuck. He was a sweet kid too.”

Alex felt a little pang of jealousy. “You hit that?”

Dave shook his head, his lips quirking up in a bitter smile. “Nice that you think I’m in his league, but no. He was just a good cop. Liked to talk to people. Liked to do the right thing. His training officer—”

“DOA,” Alex said, because he’d been there when that bus had opened its doors, and it had looked like a slaughterhouse inside. Not that the live cop’s bus had looked much better.

“Yeah, well, he was a bastard. Not sure he deserved to go out like that, but our live guy—”

“Rivers,” Alex told him. “Jackson Rivers.”

Dave grunted. “You got his name?”

“I charted him,” Alex said. He swallowed. “Twenty-one.” His own age.

“He really is a baby,” Dave said, and for a moment their eyes met.

Alex saw the wistfulness in Dave’s eyes, and thought he was, what? Maybe five years older than Alex? Not too old. Definitely not too old.

“Hey,” Alex said gently, taking another drag of his cigarette and watching as Dave mirrored his actions. “Us babies can still get around.”

Dave’s laugh was still a little broken. “Be careful, Baby Nurse. I’ll take that as an invitation.”

Alex’s entire body shook with the adrenaline of the job, with worry, and with the need to let some of it out. “I invite you to try me,” he said, meeting Dave’s eyes, and he felt it. The moment the same wildfire swept them both. They hadn’t even touched.

“I’ve got twenty minutes left on my break,” Dave said, brown eyes daring him.

“I can blow you in ten,” Alex told him, suddenly needing it that bad.

“My car. Seats fold down. Come on.”

Dave grabbed his hand and hauled him to the parking garage, which was just across the thruway. Alex jogged to keep up, surprised when the used SUV came into sight. It was a little battered, but well cared for, and Dave opened it and shoved the seats down in the back in less than a minute. Alex climbed in and shut the hatch, glad, suddenly, for the early-spring day, because otherwise it could be damned uncomfortable in there. For a moment, they simply looked at each other in the breathless dark, and then Alex practically jumped forward, taking his mouth that quickly.

Hard, quick kisses—this wasn’t tender, and it wasn’t sweet. Everything was hard and quick. Alex took his mouth, took his throat, nipped his way down that long body, and then shucked his scrubs halfway down his hips, along with his underwear.

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