Scott snorted. “You’re spying on our roommate. Good one, man. How old are you again?”
Drew’s fist was in the air a second later. And once again, a palm countered it, just like that. He blew out a breath, exasperated. “We really have to stop working out together.”
“I was just thinking that,” his friend commented, even as he stepped around him and tilted his head to the side.
From his vantage position, chosen just that morning to allow 100% target sighting, Drew looked where he’d been staring at so intently only seconds before. She was sitting on a hard-backed chair, her feet propped up on another chair’s cushion, a book on her thighs. Every few minutes, her right hand reached out and grabbed the cup of hot chocolate she’d prepared for herself.
The ritual lasted approximately fifteen minutes. She came down from her bedroom every evening at twenty-two hundred hours, clad in the clothes she was going to sleep in. Sometimes, it was a nightshirt, sometimes a simple tee paired with soft cotton pants. Tonight, it was summer shorts.
Her thighs left bare.
They’d been tempting Drew for the past ten minutes, her pale skin only begging to be marred by his love bites and the red marks his stubble rash would leave on her when he widened her legs and kissed a path to her wet…tight…pussy.
A low growl left his parted lips. In the kitchen, Kristyn’s head snapped up.
Two shadows drew back and silently made their way back upstairs.
It started the next day.
It was an undeclared war, but clearly, both opponents had every intention of winning. The prize, however, had no idea she was going to be claimed, which made it a bit more difficult.
There were no rules, probably because the whole thing wasn’t even supposed to be happening. They’d said, had promised, that they would never ever fuck their new roommate. And yet, neither of them could think of anything else.
She was the best thing that’d happened to them in a very long time. It was just too bad there were two of them and neither wanted to admit defeat. Each was sure he’d be the one to win her heart.
And so it began…
Scott had decided he needed to bring it up a notch. Remembering how his friend had brushed behind her while she’d been cooking the evening before, he deployed a strategy on the same basis.
The next time he saw Kris, she was in the garden watering the flowers she’d planted the month before. The frail buds were barely in bloom, but she was very proud of herself, showing them to everyone who turned up at the house. Their other teammates now declared Scott and Drew lived in a sissy house. But who cared if it made her happy?
Scott stepped outside and made a point of stretching. He only wore an old pair of jeans he’d cut off at the knees, the denim riding low on his hips. He’d accidentally on purpose forgotten to close the top button. He’d also forgotten the rest of his clothes so his chest was bare and his feet were clad in brown, leather sandals. He knew he had a killer body. Hey, he worked hard at it! And today, rather than using it as a weapon of destruction he would use it as a weapon of seduction.
He grinned at his own thoughts and sauntered toward his prey. “Hey, baby.”
The spray of water jerked up then down, nearly hitting him in the shins. “Scott!”
“Didn’t hear me again, did you?”
She sent me a dark look. “You SEALs, always showing off your skills.”
“It’s not our fault we’ve been trained to move noiselessly, babe.”