She’s got bruises other places we haven’t seen and I bet she won’t let us see them either. She said a high-ropes course, so likely her thigh muscles are stiff from climbing. One day I’ll see those thighs. One day those legs will be wrapped around my hips and I’ll be fucking her brains out. Me and Campbell both. But first we need to get to know her. She’s just the woman for both of us to share and I want her.
Chapter Two
Fifteen years ago, as a vulnerable teenager, Campbell Smith had watched his mother die from breast cancer. He’d promised her he would become a nurse and care for ill shape-shifters as soon as he graduated high school. He’d meant every word of his promise, but it was harder than he thought to achieve it.
First, very few nurses were men. More than ninety percent were females. But he kept at it, even though sometimes he was the only male in his class. Then there was the fact of being a wolf. Wolves were not seen by the average person as being suited to the caring professions, especially not to nursing. He didn’t let that stop him either. Finally he’d thought he’d have to establish a private nursing practice so he could focus on shape-shifter patients, until the day he’d heard about the shape-shifter clinic, now called Thorne House Clinic. But at last he was doing exactly what he’d promised his dying mother he’d do, caring for ill shape-shifters.
It was a good feeling to have kept his promise. With his career all sorted out, now he was ready to get his private life sorted out. Since he’d started work here at Thorne House, he’d become close friends with one of the other nurses, another male wolf, Fergus MacLeod.
Fergus had bright red hair and was about two years older than Campbell and two inches taller than him. He was also a Dom in the BDSM scene. Cam was a sub. He’d have been perfectly happy with Fergus as his Dom as well as his friend, but Cam liked to fuck women, and he liked sex in a dungeon scene as well as in the bedroom, so they were currently looking around for a woman to join them in a ménage relationship, because Fergus also liked women.
All of which meant that his sex life right now was nonexistent. Fortunately he was extremely busy at work, so he could pour all his energy into his job, but they really needed to find a woman to share, and sooner rather than later.
So when Fergus came to him as he sat sipping half-cold coffee in the break room and asked, “What do you think of Oscar’s attorney, Sierra Bond?” Cam was pretty sure Fergus was meaning in a bedroom sense, not that he was urgently in need of legal advice.
He knew all about her winning Oscar’s court case, and he also knew she had a reputation as a hotshot lawyer, someone they termed a rainmaker, for bringing in new clients as well as winning unwinnable cases. He couldn’t really remember what she looked like, just average, he thought, but she had to be smart and personable to do so well in a tough career so he was more than happy to learn more about her.
“I can’t really picture her, but I know who you’re talking about. I do like a woman with brains, someone I can talk to as well as fuck. Although I suppose you’ll gag us in the dungeon so there’ll be no conversation there,” said Cam.
Fergus grunted at Cam’s attempt at a joke. “She’s smart all right, but also beautiful even when covered with bruises.”
“Covered with bruises? Has she been in an accident? Is she a patient here? I thought she was human.”
“She is human. She was just visiting with some paperwork for Oscar to sign. I only saw her arms, but she was moving stiffly so I know she’ll be bruised other places as well. She went climbing some high-ropes course for her job and got a bit battered. She’s tough though. She didn’t say a word of complaint even when Oscar had to prod the wound on her arm for a rope fiber.”
“Yuck. But you think she’ll be right for us?” asked Cam.
“I know she’s right for us. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and tough, exactly what we both need. I think we should ask her out on a date.”
“Fine by me. Where and when?”
“Nowhere that’ll remind her of ropes, that’s for sure.”
Cam laughed. “No seafood restaurants then. I wouldn’t want her to be frightened by a fishing net.”
“I doubt if anything less than a full-on terrorist attack would frighten her, but yes, somewhere soothing and freeing. Likely she eats out in restaurants a hell of a lot, so somewhere different.”
Different. Cam sat and thought, still sipping his now completely cold coffee. “What about that garden place? You know, they sell plants and flowers there, but they have a restaurant as well. It’s all surrounded by flowers and decorated with plants, so very relaxing and nonthreatening. I just can’t think of the name right now.”