Page 83 of Wild Wolf
She slipped into the stateroom, wearing a T-shirt and cotton panties. We’d stopped by her place on the way back to the boat. She had packed a small bag, and we made sure her place was as secure as possible.
Taryn slid under the covers with me and snuggled close. “This bed is much more comfortable than mine.”
I chuckled. “Is it?”
“Most definitely.”
“What did you want to talk about?”
With a mischievous sparkle, she whispered, “Who said anything about talking?”
With that, she planted her plump lips on mine. It was late, and I was tired, but I wasn’tthattired. Taryn was warm and soft and felt good in my arms.
When we broke for air, she said, “We need to discuss ground rules," she said.
"Ground rules?"
"I'm leaving at the end of the semester. I don't want to start anything. I just got out of a bad relationship. I'm not in the headspace for anything serious."
“I can be very non-serious,” I teased.
“I’m sure you can.”
She then proceeded to start something. She kissed my lips again, and we fooled around. The tension that had been brewing came to a full boil. My hands traced her delicate curves. It wasn’t long before she peeled off her T-shirt, revealing hidden treasures. Taryn’s petite figure inspired a vigorous and thorough expedition of all the delights she had to offer.
It didn't take long for my fingers to slip into the waistband of her frilly panties. Soon, they were over her hips and on the deck. We tumbled around the sheets, giving the mattress a run for its money. Moans and howls of ecstasy filled the compartment. Obscured by the clouds, the moon was still full and fat. Taryn could definitely bring out the beast.
Our passion crescendoed amid claps of thunder. We collapsed beside each other, thoroughly satiated, slick, and sweaty, hearts pulsing.
Taryn nuzzled close. “I think I’ll sleep much better after that.”
“Anytime you need help getting to sleep, you know where to find me.”
“Careful, Deputy. Did I mention most nights I have insomnia?”
With a head full of pleasure chemicals, we passed out as the rain poured down.
I slept like a baby until noon.
There were no early morning calls from the sheriff. No emergencies. It was almost too good to be true.
We decided to get in another cardio routine before breakfast, just to make sure it wasn't a fluke. It was just as fun the second time around.
When we finally pulled ourselves out of bed, I fixed breakfast, and we chowed down at the breakfast nook as the rain continued to fall.
Afterward, I took Taryn back home. We measured the window, then went to a big box hardware store and had them custom-cut a pane of glass. We picked up some glazing putty, along with a few other items. Back at her place, it didn't take too long to clean up the frame and set the new piece of glass. It would need to cure overnight.
Taryn was most appreciative and rewarded me handsomely for my efforts.
I spent the rainy day with her, helping her straighten up around the house after Oren had ransacked it.
“Do you think he’s really dead?” she asked with more than a hint of concern in her voice.
“I don’t think you have to worry about Oren anymore.” I just had to ask, “Do you still have the incantation?”
“I gave it to him. With any luck, it’s at the bottom of the ocean with him.”
I stayed with Taryn a while longer, then left in the afternoon and headed back to theAvventura. It was still overcast and rainy. I cruised down Deepwater Boulevard, feeling rather accomplished. We’d gotten a sadistic predator off the streets and solved Hannah Quinn's murder.
