Page 39 of His Reluctant Savior

“All right, people are going out there to clean up our little mess.”

“What about the car that hit us? You know… the one full of bullet holes?”

I shrugged. “My guy will check it out, but no doubt it’s already been discovered since we just left it there. There’s not much we can do about it now. Anyway, I’m going to head out to get us some groceries.”

Dalton frowned. “No, you’re not. We’re going to clean up your head, and you need to clean up my arm.”

“Such a Boy Scout. Fine.”

I sat at the small table in the kitchen as Dalton opened up the first aid kit I’d brought in with us. He cleaned my head with an alcohol wipe, making me wince.

“I was an actualBoy Scout, you know.”

“Oh, I know.”

He frowned at me. “There’s nothing wrong with being a good person and being prepared.”

“Why do you assume me calling you ‘Boy Scout’ is an insult?”

He looked at me with those pretty chocolate eyes lined with thick lashes I could stare into all day. “I just… assumed since you used to call me that when we were teens. It never felt like an endearment.”

“It definitely was. I secretly liked it.”

I slipped my fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and tugged him onto my lap. He straddled me but kept cleaning my head like nothing was amiss, as if we always sat like this.

My wandering fingers traveled along his thighs and hips and slid underneath his T-shirt. His skin broke out in delicious goosebumps. I loved getting reactions like that from him.

“This is a distraction, Sid. I know. I know. You said you weren’t distracted, but you were.”

I feigned a pout. “Sure, shove it in my face that I missed the tracker. Next, you’re going to say, ‘I told you so,’ in a super whiny and annoying voice.”

He put a bandage on my head and relaxed on my lap, suddenly smirking. “What an active imagination you have. Anyway, I’m teasing you. You saved my life. If you hadn’t been with me, I wouldn’t have known about the tracker at all. In fact, I would probably be dead right now.”

My smile turned crooked. “Then, you’re quite welcome.”

My fingers continued to explore until I reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “Now, it’s my turn to treat your boo-boo.”

“Boo-boos are reserved for Owen. I’m aman, dammit! Men have manly-manwounds.” Dalton flexed his cute biceps and pecs, grinning.

“No one would ever confuse you for not being a man,” I chuckled.

I reached for his neck and pulled him down so our faces were less than an inch apart.

“Kiss me, Boy Scout.”

I loved how he didn’t even hesitate when he cupped my face and pressed his mouth to mine. As soon as my lips parted, he eased his warm, smooth, and soft tongue inside. Even with a more gentle kiss, I still felt the sparks, maybe even more so because I was solely focused on his woodsy scent, still mingled with sleep from earlier, not to mention his growing erection pressing into me.

“I owe you a finished blow job,” I said when we came up for air.

“Yes, you do. I feel cheated, dammit.”

I laughed, pleased that he could find humor in the middle of all this darkness. It just further proved we were well-matched. “Later. Let me get us some food and necessities first.”

“That was my first blow job in three years, Sid. I can’t tell you how much I missed that.”

My jaw dropped. “Then I’m going to have to remedy that. You have a lot to make up for.”

We kissed some more before he pulled away and sat across from me so I could clean his arm.

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