Gun Shy (3 page)

He watched those nipples harden, his cock twitching inside his pants in reaction. He stood there, unable to tear his gaze away from the lovely picture he’d created. And all it’d taken was a little water…

God, how he wanted her. He imagined laying her on the grass, his mouth instantly finding a puckered nipple, biting on it through her drenched clothes. She’d gasp and grab hold of his hair. Her hips would thrust up and brush his shaft. He’d—

“Guys! I need help here.” Drew’s voice shattered his lovely fantasy.

He watched as Kristyn took the opportunity offered by his friend and quickly ran back to the house, the hose now spouting water anywhere but at her. He shook his head, cursing himself under his breath at his lack of attention. He’d had her right where he wanted her!

Striding to the back wall, he turned the faucet off and looped the hose around it. Then he stood there, his back ramrod straight, facing away from the house until his erection subsided. When he felt calm enough, he gritted his teeth and joined them in the kitchen.

* * * *

Kristyn was watching TV that same evening when a voice rang out, “Help!”

She was on her feet seconds later, worry building inside her. She followed the sounds and stopped short just inside the garage. Drew was lying on a bench, his chest glistening with sweat, his biceps taut as he pushed weights above his head.

“Problem?” she finally managed to mutter, stepping further into the room. She knew they’d moved all their gym equipment here to empty out the bedroom she now rented. It was a small, somewhat cold room, and she winced as the thought it was her fault they now had to work out down here.

“Yeah,” he panted a little, never stopping his movements. “Can you count along with me? I shouldn’t have had those two beers earlier. My brain’s a bit fizzled.”

She frowned. “Should you be doing this at all if you’re not feeling well?”

“I’m a SEAL, hon. I work out every day, rain or shine. So?” He stopped with the handle right over his face, his arms banded, the muscles in his stomach sticking out in sharp relief.

She bit her lower lip. Hard. “Sure,” she heard herself answer.

“Great. Thanks. Just sit by my feet and start counting as soon as I start again.”

“Where’s Scott? Doesn’t he usually work out with you?”

“Yeah,” he grunted, letting the weights back down. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face before motioning her over. “Right here, baby.”

Kris felt overly hot all of a sudden. He wanted her to sit right there, his widened thighs leaving just enough space for her on the bench. “Huh, are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he repeated. “Turn around to face me.”

She did as ordered, straddling the bench slowly as she fought to find somewhere to look that didn't involve naked skin.

He was only wearing shorts, the black cotton stretched tight across his groin. Oh God, she groaned inwardly. What had she done to deserve this?

“Okay?” he called out as he curled his hands around the weights again, shifting a little to readjust his position.

He didn’t wait for her reply, and she had to scramble, letting out a breathy, “One.”

Her lips felt dry, her throat parched the more she watched him. She counted in time with his curls, the numbers falling out of her mouth without her being aware of it.

She was entirely focused on him, on the man looking so decadent in front of her. She was close enough she could smell him, a surprisingly intoxicating mix of sweat and the tangy scent of his skin. He smelled very…male.

Her thighs cramped at the thought. And then he decided to stop lifting. Before she could move back, his stomach muscles hardened and he sat upright. His face was right in front of hers, his eyes showing amusement but also something else.

She tilted her head to the side, intent on getting to the bottom of this, when the door crashed open behind them. She jumped, a squeal escaping her.

Scott stood in the threshold, his eyes darkening when he saw them sitting so close together. He turned to face her. “Sorry, babe. Didn’t see you there. I’ve got beer!” He lifted his arms and proudly showed the two six-packs he’d apparently gone out for.

“More beer? Are you sure that’s advisable? Drew’s already tipsy as it is.”

“Is he? I didn’t see you drinking earlier, dude.”

Drew’s eyes flashed. He mumbled something before adding, “Thanks for your help, sweetheart.”

She smiled at him and stood up, wondering why the garage felt frosty all of a sudden. “I’ll leave you two to it then.”

“Wanna watch a movie?” Scott suggested as she drew closer to him.

“Hmm, sure. What film?”

He shrugged. “You choose. We’ll provide the drinks. Oh, and chips. I bought some, too.” He grinned down at her winningly.

She shook her head but couldn’t help the smile that escaped. They really could be cute at times. “All right. In that case, you’re in for a treat, gentlemen.”

She heard Drew groan behind her as she left the room. Her grin widened.

* * * *

“You said I could choose the movie. It was your decision!”

“No, Scott said that. I never agreed.”

“Too bad, isn’t it?” Kristyn replied, popping a sour cream chip into her mouth. She turned her attention back to the widescreen TV and tried to ignore the two men flanking her on the sofa.

She wasn’t too sure why they’d chosen to sit here tonight of all nights. Usually, when they were all in the living room at the same time, the men sat in the ugly leather armchairs on each side of the room. She shrugged inwardly and focused on the movie.

Bad mistake. Her eyes widened when she realized a love scene was starting. When she’d noticed the latest romantic comedy was on, she’d jumped on the opportunity. She’d wanted to go and see it when it had been out in theaters but she hated going on her own. She hadn’t expected it to be that…steamy though.

She gulped and forced herself to sit very still. Maybe it was because she felt two very male bodies on either side of her, but the action on the screen was getting to her more than usual. Oh, she was frustrated. She knew it, had acknowledged it a long time ago. She’d accepted it, too, as part of the life she’d created here.

She’d chosen her profession, knowing she’d need to live a quiet life. She’d craved it at the time, had wanted that routine, those endless days. That had been years ago, however, and now that she could have some kind of extracurricular activities, she didn’t know how to go about it.

The clothes she wore, the way she portrayed herself in the outside world, had become a part of her. She wasn’t that shy, mousy person, and yet these days, it felt as if she were.

The only non-boring thing she’d done in the past five years had been to answer Scott and Drew’s ad and to move in with two SEALs. The town was small enough everyone had known about it the next day. The base was everyone’s livelihood after all. It was a good thing they both had the reputations of being strong, solid men. They’d also told people why they were doing it. She was known to their fellow SEALs as “The Housekeeper”. Definitely not a sexy moniker…

“Nice!” Drew commented from her left.

“Huh?” she asked, her mind not really on the conversation.

“Look at those tits,” he happily added.

She turned to him, but he appeared quite content with his life, a bag of chips between his widespread thighs. He noticed her looking at him and cocked an eyebrow in question. She licked her lips, thought better of it but still mumbled, “I can’t believe you said that.” She moved back into her earlier position, her eyes once more on the screen and the rapidly heating up scene.

The hero had the fugitive he’d been sent to find cornered against a wall, the woman now staring up at him with shadowed eyes. Kristyn could feel the sexual tension, probably because they’d just kissed and the man’s hand was now slowly gliding down her side. Down, down, down until it was going back up, but this time along her thigh, bringing up her skirt at the same time. A flash of black panties, and then the camera zoomed in on the garter circling the heroine’s smooth, tanned and seriously thin thigh.

Kristyn heard herself sigh. The two men stilled on either side of her, and she instantly regretted it.

“What’s wrong?” Scott asked a moment later.

Maybe it was the beer she’d drunk, or maybe it was her earlier thoughts still whirling inside her head… Whatever it was it made her open her mouth and reply, “I’d like some of that.”

Silence met her words.

Chapter Three

She’d gotten scared and had mumbled an excuse, locking herself in her bedroom and staying there for the rest of the night, not even coming downstairs for her usual hot chocolate.

Scott’s thoughts were focused on Kris as he ran along the wet sand, his breathing even, his pace the one that had been ingrained in him for so long. He kept on pushing himself, sweat running down his spine as the sun started beating down hard. He never slowed, never stopped. He kept on running…and thinking.

Usually when he worked out on his own, his mind got busy analyzing his platoon’s last mission, finding every little fault, everything that he could have done differently. And yet, even though he knew they were due to leave within the next week, probably to go back to that Godforsaken Caspian Sea, he couldn’t concentrate on work.

No, instead Kristyn’s announcement the night before kept echoing in his head, taking on gigantic proportions. So much so that, by the time he arrived at the base, he sported a hard-on. Cursing under his breath, he sped toward the showers and hoped they were empty. He needed to beat one out, needed to empty his mind and body of the temptation their roommate represented.

Maybe she’d meant something else entirely. Yes, that had to be it.

Then why did she run upstairs?
his mind countered.

His heart pounded as he drew to a halt in the changing rooms. He quickly stripped, flinging his drenched shorts and boxers in a corner, and strode to the showers.

No one else was there thankfully. For the first time since the previous night, he breathed out a sigh of relief. Turning his back to the room, he stepped under the steaming spray and grabbed hold of his cock.

Hissing between his teeth, he tightened his fingers. It didn’t take long. Not with the images running through his mind. Of Kristyn naked in the middle of his bed, her back arched, her legs wide open. Of the way her breasts would look like in bright sunlight. How she’d scream his name when he brought her to climax, her nails digging into his back.

Cum spurted all over his abs, quickly washed away by the cooling water. He grabbed the soap and went on cleaning himself, his back tensing when he heard noise behind him. When he turned around, he saw two members of his platoon, both in the middle of taking their clothes off.

They spotted him, their gazes shrewd but not more than usual. Relaxing now that he knew no one had seen him jerk off in the communal showers, he traded insults with his friends, his world gone back to normal.

* * * *

That evening, Kris was still berating herself. She positively hated her wayward mouth. It’d gotten her into trouble…again! She was so angry at herself she’d decided to bake them a cake. It was a treat but also an apology, a peace offering. She’d been the one to break the rules the night before.

Oh, sure, Drew had started it with his typically male comment, but she shouldn’t have said anything. And certainly nothing like the words she’d uttered, as if she’d needed to remind them she was a woman!

What the hell got into me?
she asked herself for the hundredth time that day.

She’d been around men her whole life. Hell, even half the teachers in the school she worked at were men. But never before had she been so…bothered. The two of them had an unexpected effect on her, something she hadn’t planned on at all.

She bit her lip as she bent down to check on the cheesecake through the oven’s door. Maybe she could ask them to wear clothes more often? If she couldn’t see their naked bodies, maybe it’d go away?

Hands landed on her hips.

She squealed and reared up, the sound cut off by a hand slapping over her mouth.

“Shhh, don’t say a word,” a man whispered in her left ear.

She stilled, her heart beating wildly inside her chest. What was going on? Who was he? Was she really going to be attacked in her own home, the one she shared with two SEALs who had every surveillance equipment known to man? Wasn’t that what they’d claimed that first day?

“I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to…to do something. Kick me if you don’t want this, okay?”

Before she could process his words, the hands drew up her front and stopped right below her breasts. She drew in a breath, so startled she couldn’t think. What had he said? Meant, even?

He didn’t give her any more time to consider. She looked down and watched, half-disturbed, half-aroused, as his palms opened and cupped her over her shirt. She frowned. She knew those hands.