Gun Shy (4 page)

He tugged her top down and bared her bra. A growl rang in the chest pressed against her back. The man seemed to approve, and that was really all it took for her to start growing hot.

You’re such a slut
, she told herself, but that didn’t make her stop him. Instead, she kept on watching, experiencing, the slow caress of his fingers. They dipped inside the lacy cups and squeezed her nipples into tight peaks.

A moan lodged inside her throat.

The front door banged open somewhere in the distance. The hands slid from her, and just like that the man was gone.

She stared down at herself and reacted quickly, putting herself back to rights just as her two roommates entered the kitchen, smiling and chatting away. She turned around and greeted them, enjoying their banter and their joyous response at having cake for dinner.

All was well in the world. If only she knew why he’d done that…

* * * *

Drew sat at his desk, his eyes riveted to the computer screen in front of him. Headphones on his ears, deaf to the rest of the world, the only time he moved was when he keyed in commands on his touchscreen. Machines whirred around him, dozens of LEDs the only light in the room.

He could have been at HQ, doing the surveillance work he’d been hired for all those years ago. Yet he was in his bedroom, the camera feed he intently stared at not the usual SEAL target.

“Fuck, yeah,” he mumbled, taking it all in. She’d hate him if she knew. Scott too, probably. But he didn’t care. Not when it meant he had access to that type of footage. Live and in stereo, too…

Kristyn lay on her bed, her legs spread wide as she brought a purple vibe to her pussy. Her hips thrust up when the toy made contact, her mouth parting on a little gasp.

His pants were too tight. He quickly unzipped and unbuttoned until his cock was free. He palmed himself with his left hand and hit the zoom key with his right. Congratulating himself on his ambidextrous skills, he turned the volume up on his speakers and leaned back for the show.

On the screen her left hand slowly slid up her stomach and stopped on her breast. One finger, two fingers, teased the rosy bud until it stood proud.

She had large nipples, something he could definitely appreciate. He imagined how they’d feel under his tongue. God, he wanted to suck on them, her cries ringing above his head.

Instead, he watched as she squeezed them, rolling the now red buds between her fingertips. He groaned at the image, semen trickling down his cock to the back of his hand.

He didn’t pay it attention, focused entirely on what the woman was doing in the room right next to his. Only a thin wall separated them, thin enough he’d been able to drill into it and install a wireless camera aimed right at her bed. It was despicable. Sure, it was. Hey, he’d never said he was an angel.

He’d just wanted to learn more about her, enough for him to win this silent battle he had going on with Scott. It was just a—seriously amazing—coincidence that he’d stumbled upon her getting herself off.

His mouth dry, he stared as she brought her hand down and turned the vibe on. He’d been so intent on her breasts he hadn’t noticed she’d pushed it inside her. He heard the toy start buzzing, the mic on the camera picking up the tiniest sounds. When her fingers slid along her slit, he swore he heard how wet she was.

“Oh baby,” he whispered, his fingers tightening around his length.

He wanted to come right along with her, and so he began timing his movements with hers. When her hips started rocking up and down, he knew she was close. Her lips were parted, her face flushed. Her breasts jiggled with every movement she made. She was soft and curvy and so fucking sexy he wanted nothing more than to sink into her and stay there until the end of time.

He pumped his cock and came right when she exploded, her strangled moan ringing in his ears. She quickly snapped her mouth shut, but he’d heard it. A smile appeared on his face as the words she’d just said echoed inside his head. He kept on watching as she sat up, her juices leaving a wet spot on the sheet. She ignored it and grabbed her nightshirt. Soon, she was all covered up again.

He forced himself to turn the camera off, knowing even though his screen was dark what he’d just seen would resonate for a long time. He cleaned himself up quickly and lay on his bed, closing his eyes so he could think about this.

He had a new plan to elaborate. Oh yes, he did.

* * * *

Drew watched his friend watch their roommate. They were locked in his room, the only sound the moans echoing from the screen in front of them.

“I can’t believe you filmed her,” Scott murmured, his eyes never leaving the naked woman they both wanted in their bed.

“I can’t believe she owns a vibe. She doesn’t look the type.”

“She’s a mystery for sure,” his friend replied. “Fuck, look at those tits!”

“I know. She’s got a killer body. She just keeps it hidden. God knows why. Okay, here it comes. Listen to this.” He pressed a button, amplifying the sound until all they could hear was Kristyn’s breathy voice. They watched as she pushed the toy deeper inside her, her hips rocking up and down. Her face reddened, her eyes closed as her orgasm hit and she moaned, “You feel so good, Scott. Oh yes, Drew, fuck me. Fuck me both. Oh
yes
!”

“Shit,” Scott leaned on the desk with both hands. “I don’t think I’ve been so close to coming in my pants in years.”

“Tell me about it.” Drew didn’t tell his friend how he’d already masturbated twice that morning just watching that video. Some things were better left unsaid. “What do we do now? She obviously wants us.”

“She didn’t know she was being watched. Maybe we’re just in her fantasies.”

Drew groaned. “What’s the fucking difference? If she’s getting off thinking about us then she obviously wants us.”

“She doesn’t seem the threesome type.”

“How do you know? She might hide herself from the rest of the world, but she’s different in the house. She’s a lot more carefree than she was at first. That means she’s comfortable with us, right?”

“I guess.”

“I think we should push her some more, see how she reacts.”

“I don’t know, Drew. I like her. I don’t want to scare her away.”

“I like her, too!” They both did; that was the problem.

She’d given them an out by obviously fantasizing about the three of them together. If she’d called out Scott’s name instead of his, he knew he wouldn’t have told his friend. It might not have been the nicest thing to do to the man he thought of as a brother, but Kristyn meant too much.

She’d made their house a home, and he couldn’t imagine not having her around anymore. Pushing the thought away, he leaned back in his chair and added, “Let’s just give it a try, okay? If she doesn’t respond then we’ll know we’re mistaken. But Scott, if it works…can you imagine if it works?”

She’d be theirs. In every way imaginable.

He couldn’t wait.

Chapter Four

“Damn it!” Kristyn swore as she stared at the showerhead. Bent over the tub, she swung the taps in every direction she could but nothing happened. No water spouted overhead. No water filled up the tub. Nothing. Nada. “I paid the bill. I’m sure I did!”

Clad in only a terrycloth robe she stepped out of her room and called out, “Scott?”

He opened his bedroom door and stuck his head out. “Yeah?”

“Do you have water in your en-suite?”

“You don’t?”

She shook her head and watched as he disappeared, only to reappear a moment later. “I do. Is there something wrong with your bathroom?”

“I was going to take a shower, but there’s no water. I thought maybe it was everywhere in the house.”

“Doesn’t seem like it. D’you want to use mine while I go check what’s wrong with yours?”

She opened her mouth to say no, but the opposite words came out. Exasperated at herself, she quickly brushed past him with a mumbled thank you. He took off in the direction of her room, and as she stepped around the piles of clothes decorating his floor, she fought the urge to scream.

She’d had a day from hell at work. Her students, usually bright and cheerful, had been in a funk because of a surprise test their Math teacher had sprung during the class right before hers. They’d been cantankerous, some downright rude, and it’d taken everything she had to keep the class under control.

Now she was tired and hungry, but she wanted a shower first. Then, maybe, and probably not at that, she’d cook dinner. Considering her mood, she was going to get the guys to order pizzas and be done with it.

Still ruminating, she turned on the faucet and sighed in relief when blessed water sprang forth. Letting the robe fall down behind her, she stepped under the spray and, for the first time that day, began to relax.

“Babe, I’m not sure what’s wrong with it. I guess we’ll have to call someone to take a look if it doesn’t—”

Scott’s voice penetrated the fog surrounding her brain. She whirled around and shrieked.

He was standing in the middle of the bathroom, the shower’s glass door definitely not thick enough to hide her.

She watched as his gaze travelled up her body to finally lock with hers. Unable to move, she remained immobile and fought the urge to cover herself.

“I heard noise. What’s going on?” Drew appeared behind his friend, his eyes instantly taking it all in. “Well, hello there,” he added as he stared at her breasts. “Having fun without me, guys? That’s not very nice.”

Kris hiccupped. What had he meant by that? What the hell was going on? “It’s not—”

Scott cut her off, “You’re a real blonde.”

She felt her eyes widen until she probably looked as if she was having a heart attack. “What?”

“You’ve got one sexy body,” Drew agreed, stepping further into the room.

“What?” she heard herself repeat. Had she fallen into another universe? Was that it?

“You heard me,” he drawled back. “Want us to join you?”

“Us?” she repeated, her voice strangled. Did that mean what she thought it meant? Had they gone completely crazy?

“Us both,” Scott confirmed, and as she watched, he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt. It landed at his feet, soon joined by his friend’s tee.

Kris found herself leaning against the back of the shower, not even feeling the cold seeping in from the tiles pressed against her spine. She was too busy wondering what the hell had happened. They were slowly undressing, clearly giving her time to say no. Stop them. Anything.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She bit on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, but even that had no effect. Her gaze focused on them, on their rippled six-packs, on their skin tanned from working out so many days in the sun, on their thick cocks pointing at the ceiling.

She gulped. They were hard…for her. Because of her, even. That was the weirdest thing in it all, that someone like her, who hadn’t had sex in more years that she could remember, would entice them in such a way. She heard herself ask, “Are you sure?”

They both stilled to a stop only inches from the shower door. “What do you mean, baby?”

She stared up at Scott and licked her lips, suddenly dry even though she still stood underneath the spray of water. “I’m not really your type of woman.”

Drew spoke up then, his eyebrows merged together, his face dark. “How do you know that? You’ve never seen either of us with a woman.”

True. She shook her head. “I mean, you’re you…and I’m me.” She motioned to her body, wincing when she realized that meant they were staring at her bare curves once more. “I know you hired me because I wasn’t beautiful enough to fuck.” They both jerked at her words. She smiled, a self-mocking smile that never reached her eyes. “I heard your friends discuss it one day.”

“Shit,” Drew muttered under his breath, clearly taken aback.

“We’re sorry,” Scott instantly countered, his hands braced in the air in front of him as if he wanted to prove his good faith.

She was getting cold, she thought somewhere in a corner of her mind, noticing her skin had broken into goose bumps. The water was still going, but it was definitely lukewarm, the shower having lasted too long for the house’s old furnace.

“That’s okay. I understood the rules from the start. What I meant was…why do you want to break them if you don’t even find me attractive? Can’t you find someone else? Two someone elses?”

“We could,” Drew answered after a quick look at his friend. “But we want you.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” he asked, his brow furrowed.

It looked as if they hadn’t expected her to say no. Or even question them. She tried to explain, “We’ve become good friends now, haven’t we? You want to throw all that away because you suddenly want sex? And why, because you stumbled upon me in the shower?”

“You don’t understand, baby,” Scott said, his tone brooking no nonsense. He didn’t say anything else straight away but grabbed a towel from the nearby rail and opened the shower door.