Page 32 of Wolf Bound

“Nothing that your touch won’t take care of.”

She laughed. “I meant your shoulder.”

“That’s not what’s aching so much,” he said.

Smiling, she took hold of his erection and began to skillfully fondle him. He put his arm around her back and kissed her mouth again, their lips meeting and melding, soft, tender kisses, hot, passionate kisses. She barely felt the hot water sluicing down their bodies as she concentrated on his kisses and then he groaned and she thought his shoulder was hurting, but then he was climaxing, and she smiled.

She took the sprayer and washed his body, and he rinsed her off.

She dried him off and then herself. Before she helped him dress, she checked on his bandages.

Fisher liked how careful and tender Kira was. He recalled, in his groggy state after being shot and the fall off the cliff, just how gentle she’d been then too, trying to ascertain his injuries, bandaging him to stop the bleeding, but all the while concerned about the boy up above on the cliff.

When she pulled off the wet bandage, she smiled brightly. “Your skin has healed sufficiently now. You don’t have to wear this bandage any longer.” Then she checked the one on his back. “The same with this one. The wound might still be tender, and your muscle tissues and everything else the bullet went through will still be healing for some days, but it looks good on the surface.”

He was so glad for that. No bandages meant he was nearly back to normal. Or at least kind of.

She slipped on a pair of pajamas while he pulled out a pair of pajama shorts for himself and she helped him into them.

Then they climbed into bed and this time she didn’t ask if he was hurting. After what they had done in the shower? He figured she assumed he was feeling no pain. No matter what, he was snuggling with her.

“If Martin doesn’t hire you, I’m quitting the USF, getting a job in Greystoke, and will officially date you for good,” she said.

He couldn’t believe she would give up a job she loved to be nearer to him. “That’s the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.”

She smiled and kissed his bare chest. “I’m serious.”

He knew she was. “I’m glad.” He just hoped it wouldn’t come to that for her sake, but he would do everything to make her feel like she had made the right decision, no matter what happened concerning the job with the USF.

10

The next morning, Kira woke first, but she didn’t want to get up. Fisher opened his eyes and smiled at her.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.” She stretched out in bed.

“No, I felt you stirring, but I was already awake, and I didn’t want to end being with you just yet.”

She leaned over and kissed him. “Yeah, this sure has been nice. I’ll make breakfast, if you want to start looking at the police reports.” She climbed out of bed.

He joined her and she helped him to dress first.

“I’ll do that.” He would love to make her breakfast and he had planned on dressing himself this morning, but she had tackled the job so quickly that he had just let her help him.

Once they were dressed, she headed for the kitchen, and he went into his office. He sat down at his desk and was just getting signed onto his computer when she brought him a cup of coffee and kissed his cheek.

He pulled her in for a deeper kiss. With her, he always wanted more.

“Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”

“I’m just getting logged in and then we can eat.” He was just hoping he would find the kidnappers and prove that he had what it took to be a real partner as a USF special agent.

When she left him to do the searches, he smelled hash browns, eggs, and ham cooking. His stomach grumbled. He never had anyone over fixing meals for him, so it was such a homey experience. He liked the idea of continuing the way they were getting to know each other like this.

He began searching through all the police reports since last night, looking for anything that might give him a clue when he saw one about a car being pulled over for having the wrong license plate. What caught his eye was that it was a black Chevrolet Suburban near Yuma Town, Colorado, like the vehicle Kira had described.

Not that it had to be the same one they were looking for—what would the chances of that be?—but these guys could be driving a car with the wrong plates on purpose in the event anyone saw them taking a child and reported it. The driver’s name was Reggie Olson, and he was living in Denver. Two of the earlier kidnappings had been in Denver.

“Hey, Kira, this might be nothing, but—” he hollered.

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