Witness Bares All (4 page)
Letting go of his hand, she gasped as it
flopped, lifeless. Pushing herself out from under his body, she
stared in horror. Donovan lay unresponsive on his side. “Donovan?”
She shook him, but he didn’t respond. “Donovan!”
Pushing him off his side
onto his back, she kneeled down beside him. She could barely make
out the rise and fall of his chest.
Oh,
thank God. He’s breathing.
Running her hands over his body, she found
his shirt ripped around his shoulder. Carefully fingering the area,
she frowned. She lifted her hand to her nose and inhaled. Her nose
could tell the difference between blood and water, and he
definitely was bleeding from the wound.
She removed her sweatshirt, worked it around
his upper arm, tied the sleeves together, and curled against his
side. His clothes were soaked, along with hers, but she remembered
the old adage of using body heat to keep each other warm.
Laying her head on his
chest, she willed his heart to keep beating. If they were alive
when the sun came up, she’d hike back to the cabin and bring help.
She squeezed her eyes shut, continued to ignore the battle going on
around them, and prayed.
Donovan can’t
die. Do not take him from me. It wasn’t his fault.
The gunfire continued for what seemed like
hours. She kept sane remembering all the good times Donovan had
created for her over the past few months. The time he’d cheated at
checkers, and thought she wasn’t aware that he moved her pieces
around the board every time she turned away. The way she’d catch
him staring at her in the early morning hours, and then pretend to
sleep when she opened her eyes. Donovan had given her a lifetime of
feeling cherished in the short time they’d been together. If good
thoughts brought good things into a person’s life, she’d keep him
alive remembering every precious thing he’d done for her.
Eventually the gunshots stopped, Josie
stopped shaking from the cold, and she’d lost track of how long
she’d lain on the wet, rocky riverbank with Donovan. She had no
idea if she slept, dreamed, or hallucinated, but she opened her
eyes and the sun was rising. She pushed herself up into a sitting
position, her muscles stiff and sore.
“Donovan?” She ran her hand down his cheek.
“Oh, God, you are so cold.”
He lay with his eyes closed as if he were
sleeping, but his skin was pale, and his chest rose and fell with a
rattling wheeze. Not wanting to disturb the blood-soaked sweatshirt
she’d tied around his shoulder, she leaned over and kissed his
cheek. “Listen to me, sweetie. I’m going to leave, but I’ll come
back. I need to get you help.” She wiped the dirt on his chin.
“Don’t you die on me. You hear me? I need you. I-I love you.”
Groaning, she struggled to
her feet and peered out at the river. Last night the water had been
flowing the opposite way. She rubbed her head. No. That wasn't
right. When she fell out of the canoe, she must have swum to the
wrong side of the river.
Shit.
She’d have to cross the current to make her way
back up the mountain to the cabin.
Deciding to hike farther
upstream before crossing over, she concentrated on putting one foot
in front of the other. Each step brought her closer to helping
Donovan. She’d gone one hundred and seventeen steps when she
stopped. A
flop-flop-flop-flop
sound grew louder. She turned her gaze to the
sky.
A black helicopter headed in her direction.
A man dressed in camouflage sat on one of the runners with a rifle
in one hand. Adrenaline coursed through her veins.
“Tony!” She jumped up and down, waving her
arms over her head. “Tony! Help!”
The chopper kept coming. She turned around
and ran back toward Donovan. Her shoe caught on a rock, and she
fell. Scrambling to her feet, she kept waving and moving. “Help!”
She reached Donovan and stood over him. “Look, Donovan… It’s Tony.
You’re going to get help. He’ll take you to the hospital.”
Her arms cramped, but she
never stopped waving. She screamed until she lost her voice, and
she finally saw Tony being lowered by a wire. Kneeling down, she
put her hands on Donovan’s chest.
Oh,
God…
Chapter Five
“You should have seen her, Donovan.” Tony
shut the engine off. “Her head cracked open, one eye almost swollen
shut, and covered in your blood.” He rocked back on his heels. “She
would have made you proud.”
“She does.” Donovan
stepped out of the van. “Now where the hell is she, and why won’t
you tell me why
she
didn’t pick me up?”
Tony laughed and hurried around to the
passenger side. “If I tell you, the woman would kill me. I might be
a G-man, but damned if I’m going to cross your woman.” He motioned
to Jolene’s cabin. “Go ahead. Go in.” Tony smiled. “I’ll see you in
a few days.”
Donovan frowned. “I thought you were
planning on taking the two weeks off the boss gave everyone after
taking out Jackson and closing the case last month. Did you get
called out again?”
“Gotta go.” Tony waved over his shoulder and
hopped back into the van.
He stared after the van pulling out of the
driveway. Once the taillights disappeared, he strolled toward the
cabin. The door opened the second his foot hit the concrete step
outside.
“Donovan.” Josie stood in the doorframe in a
slinky black dress that hit her mid-thigh and clung to every curve
on her body.
His gaze lowered to the
four-inch black stiletto heels on her feet. “Fuck, you’re
beautiful.” He raised his chin. She’d done something with her hair.
It now lay floating around her shoulders in soft layers.
Sexy.
Her lips, painted ruby red, curled, and the
dimple on her right cheek peeked out, breaking the shock. “I wanted
to do something special for you, so I asked Tony if I could stay in
the cabin while he and Jolene traveled to Boulder to see his
parents.”
Her smile grew. “You can have me…any time,
any way that you want.” She stepped back. “I even asked the doctor
last week if it was okay, and he said he’s released you back to
light duty.”
He paused beside her. “You did?”
“I did.” She held out her hand.
Donovan slipped her much smaller hand inside
his. Tears blurred her vision. She had been so afraid that he
wouldn’t survive their night at the river. Despite how critical his
condition was, he’d bounced back rather fast for someone who’d
undergone surgery, a blood transfusion, and four nights in the
hospital.
Candles lit the cabin’s interior, and the
couch was pulled out into a makeshift bed. She led him over to the
bed and pushed him gently down on the edge of the mattress.
She kneeled down and removed one of his
boots. “Do you know why I’m dressed up?”
He shook his head.
“I wanted you to see me how I normally
dress.” She slipped off the other one. “By the time the FBI
delivered me to you after the night at the Casino, they’d issued me
a pair of someone’s sweatpants, shoved a sack of used clothes in my
hands, and I had nothing. None of it was mine. I was given to you,
a stranger, and my life was turned upside down.” She stood back up.
“After I found out that Renfro was shot by one of your guys, they
gave me permission to go back to my apartment.” She reached out and
undid the buttons on his shirt. “I found out something…”
“What?” He shrugged his good shoulder and
slipped his arm out of the shirt.
She laid the shirt behind her on the chair
and returned to him. “All those weeks when I thought I’d lost every
part of my life, I’d actually been given a new life. One that is
better, richer, and filled with so much love that most days I
wonder if I’m dreaming.” She wiggled out of her dress and kicked
off her shoes. “Sometimes, like today, I’d like to dress up for
you. Show you the city girl.” She ran her finger along the top of
the black thong she wore. “But the real me…” She placed her foot on
the bed beside him and rolled down the thigh high stockings she
wore just for him. “I’m someone who prefers to wear nothing at
all.” She removed the other nylon. “I want to bare my soul to
you.”
Donovan groaned. She raised her gaze, afraid
she’d gone too far, and his shoulder hurt. She stepped up between
his knees and ran her hands through his hair. “This is me. I want
to touch your skin against mine…feel your heat.”
He ran his hands up the back of her thigh to
her ass and pulled her forward. His face nuzzled her breasts. “I
love you like this. With nothing standing between us. Just you…and
me.” He fumbled with the buckle on his belt.
Josie leaned over, giving him an eyeful of
her breasts while she undid his jeans for him. He lifted his ass
and pulled them off. She caught her lower lip between her teeth.
His cock stood up, hard and ready. She hooked her thumbs in the
strap of her panties.
“No.” He pulled her back between his legs.
“Leave them on.”
Turning around, she presented her back to
him. He slid his finger down the thin material between her
buttocks. Pulling the strap to the side, he urged her back. She
straddled his legs and lowered herself down onto his lap. His cock
slid into her pussy in a surge of pleasure. Her cunt stretched and
spasmed around his hardness. She’d missed this. She’d missed
him.
“Oh, Jesus…” Donovan’s arms came around her
and pulled her back against his chest.
Together they sat, connected, together,
where they both wanted to remain. Neither one of them moved, but
took the time to enjoy feeling complete.
“I love you.” Donovan kissed her bare
shoulder.
She laid her head back. “I love you
too.”
His hand slid down her stomach, her mound,
and his finger centered on her clit. “Don’t move, baby.” He rubbed
the sensitive nub. “I just want to hold you and feel you come on
me.”
She mewed. The stimulation warmed her
insides, but it was his words that brought her to the verge of an
orgasm.
“Your panties are damp.” His free hand
caressed her breast, pinching her nipple through the lace on her
bra. “I’ll never get enough of you.” He kissed her neck. His tongue
lavished the area below her ear.
“God, Donovan. I can feel every inch of your
cock throbbing inside of me.” She held her breath. She was so close
to finding her release.
“Let it come, Josie.” His heart beat fast
against her back. His fingers pinched, rubbed, pinched, rubbed and
set her body on fire.
“Oh…oh…oh.” She closed her eyes and let her
desire consume her body. “I’m coming…” Her lower stomach flooded
with intense relief. Wave after wave pulsated from her core. Her
pussy rhythmically constricted, milking his cock.
His arms tightened around her, and his
thighs tensed before quivering underneath her. Warm liquid filled
her insides. She inhaled deeply to calm her racing heart.
Donovan rubbed her stomach in a lazy
pattern. “Thank you.”
She slipped her fingers into his hand.
“Thank you. I don’t know what I would have done without you. You
saved my life the night you jumped in front of me and got shot. The
thought that I could have lost you keeps me awake at night.” She
sighed. “I’ve never had anyone who would put their life on the line
to save mine.”
“I’ll do anything to keep
you safe,” he whispered. “Besides, if you remember, it was
you
who saved me. You
slowed down the bleeding, stayed with me, and helped the agents
find us. Every one of the guys has sung your praises. They were
pretty impressed with what you did in your condition.”
She smiled. It was amazing how something so
awful had brought her and Donovan together. “And I’d do it all
again to keep you with me, Agent D.”
~End~
~ About the Author
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Abby Wood loves to surround herself with
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