Free Edward Unconditionally Common Powers 3 by Lynn Lorenz Page A

Jack, grabbed his arm, and spun him around. “I felt you. Touching me.”
    “I was just trying to see if you were alive.”
    “Bullshit.” Edward didn't release him.
    Jack jerked away. “Let me go.”
    “You want me.” Why did Edward always have to push? He knew he should leave it alone, but he just couldn't stop himself, even knowing that it might drive Jack away.
    In one quick move, Jack twisted Edward's arm behind his back and shoved him face-first into the front door. He slammed his hand over Edward's, trapping it against the door, and leaned against Edward's back. It was rough and violent and the most erotic thing Edward had ever felt. Hell and damnation, he'd popped a boner at the manhandling, and his dick pressed with delicious pain into the wooden door.

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    What the hell was he doing? He'd lost it, but goddamn it felt good to force himself on Edward, show him who was in control. Edward had this innocent wildness, this need to be tended. He needed someone to show him the way, and Jack needed to be the one who conquered him.
    But it was impossible.
    Edward was so incredibly wrong.
    Resting his forehead on the door next to Edward's face, he said, “I'm not gay, Edward. Leave me alone.” His ragged breath puffed Edward's hair.
    Edward didn't say a word, just pushed his ass back into Jack's groin and uttered the sweetest little moan Jack had ever heard. Christ, it took every ounce of control Jack had not to press back, to keep his prick from leaping at the taunt.
    Why did Edward stir him up so? Push him to the edge of reason and control? Make him feel? Jack hadn't felt anything in so long, and he wasn't ready or willing to start now. And even if he were, it sure as hell wouldn't be with Edward. Jack had been so careful not to put himself in such a weak position, by cutting himself off from everyone who could hurt him or drag him down the slope to the trash pile he'd climbed out of.
    Losing control with Edward would put him in danger of losing everything he'd worked so hard for his whole life, and he was never going to sink to that level again.
    “Please.” Eyes closed, Jack knocked his forehead against the door. “I'm the chief of police. I'm not gay. I am not interested in you,” he whispered. It was the only way.
    Edward stilled beneath him. “Let me go.”
    Jack stepped back and released Edward's arm. Blushing, Edward rubbed his shoulder.
    “Did I hurt you?” Jack asked.
    “Only my pride,” Edward drawled. “It's a wonder I have any left.” He stepped away from the door, opened it, and rushed out.
    After a few quick breaths, Jack regained control and reined in the feelings that threatened to betray him. Then he followed Edward to the patrol car. Edward waited at the trunk, looking out at the street, his back to Jack. Jack unlocked the patrol car, lifted the two bags out, and placed them at Edward's side.
    Without looking at Jack, Edward picked them up and headed to his car. He tossed them in the backseat, opened the door, and slipped behind the wheel.
    “I hope you can forgive me,” Edward said quietly. “I seem to have made a fool of myself.” He started the car and drove off, leaving Jack with a new ache.
    This time, it wasn't in Jack's head.

Chapter Nine

    Jack shut the door and leaned against it.
    Winston sat in the hallway and whined at him.
    “Sorry. He had to leave without saying good-bye.”
    Woof.
    Jack slid down the door to a squat and gave Winston the command to come. The dog trotted up to him, his big, goofy jowls and wide mouth grinning at him. Jack scratched behind Winston's stubby ears as the dog snuggled up to him, working his way into Jack's heart.
    The last thing Jack wanted to do was think about what just happened. The crushed look on Edward's face and the hurt in his eyes. The way he wouldn't even look at Jack. And Jack definitely didn't want to think about how crappy that had made him feel inside.
    Shit. What had Edward expected him to do? From the moment they'd