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.
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.