Free Wolver's Rescue by Jacqueline Rhoades Page A

her
scalp.
    “ I don’t know,” he drawled
lazily. “The view from up here looks pretty good.
Tempting.”
    “ That’s not
funny.”
    Bull let out his breath in a long drawn out
sigh. “Nope, not funny at all.” He got down on his knees to look
beneath the bed. “Flatten out on your stomach.”
    Easier said than done. Her left arm was still
attached to the bed. Bull had to climb over, practically straddle
her, before he could release the cuff on the bed. He then lifted
the frame enough for her to flatten her body against the smelly
carpet. A few seconds later, he was lying beside her on his
back.
    “ Let’s take a look.” He
didn’t bother to hide his laugh. Once he understood her
predicament, he maneuvered his arm up and under her
head.
    “ Rest your forehead on my
arm,” he directed. “You pulling down puts too much tension on your
hair. I need some play to get it loose.”
    “ And the weirdness
continues,” Tommie thought to herself. Being stuck under the bed
with her nose to his shoulder had just replaced shower number two.
The scent of him underneath the faint layer of cheap motel soap
filled her head with naughty thoughts. What normal person had
thoughts like this when they were stuck under a bed?
    “ Thought you could slip the
cuff off the frame, huh?” He laughed at her sigh as his fingers
fiddled behind her head. “The cuff won’t fit over the plate at the
end. If you’d asked, I could have told you it wouldn’t work. Are
you sniffing me?”
    “ What? No! Of course not.
Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I be sniffing you? I felt a sneeze
coming on. Just get my damn hair unstuck.” Please God, just get her
hair unstuck. “And what do you mean you could have told me? Are you
in the habit of handcuffing women to beds?”
    “ Nah, not women. Never had
the need. It’s always men.” His fingers stopped. His body froze.
“Wait a minute, that didn’t come out right”
    “ Which part?” she asked. If
he was saying what she thought he was, it would go a long way in
eliminating the funny business thoughts from her head. That should
have made her feel better. It didn’t.
    “ I never found the need to
cuff a woman. In my line of work, I deal with men.”
    “ Your line of work?” Good
God, he couldn’t mean it. “Are you saying you’re a prostitute?” She
knew she sounded incredulous and maybe just a little disappointed.
She couldn’t picture the big guy selling his services in bathrooms
and seedy motels, although that was exactly what this one was.
“Holy shit!”
    “ Holy shit!” he said at the
same time. “No. Hell no. I’m an investigator. That’s my business.
My pleasures are strictly reserved for women.”
    “ Oh,” she squeaked. She felt
the tugging at the back of her head relax.
    “ Done,” he said, “Ready for
something to eat?”
    “ Yes.”
    Anything would be better than lying here with
her ear to his chest listening to his heartbeat. She needed food
much more than she needed the strangely exciting scent of him
beneath her nose. She nuzzled her face into him one more time and
decided food could wait. Snuggling wasn’t going to give her the
energy she needed to escape, but neither was a hamburger, and
Bull’s hard chest beneath her and strong arm wrapped around her,
was much more pleasurable. She bet he tasted better, too.
    She settled a little more comfortably against
him and for one long minute, he didn’t move either.
    “ Food’s going cold,” he
finally whispered.
    “ Yes,” she said and this
time, she reluctantly slid from beneath the bed. She wouldn’t want
him to get the wrong idea.
     

Chapter 7

    With the opening of the first plastic
container from a local all-night truck stop, Tommie’s mouth began
to water.
    Bull started to explain the selection. “I
didn’t know what you’d like, so I picked up a couple of
different...”
    Tommie, sitting cross legged on the bed, his
tee shirt tucked modestly between her legs, grabbed the first box,
not caring