Gun Shy (7 page)

No one had picked her up in years. Well, not until her two roommates had decided to seduce her. And they’d been so good at it, too, she mused. They’d put her pleasure first, something she hadn’t really expected. Had caressed her and kissed her and licked her and… Oh damn, she was getting wet again.

That’s when it hit her.

She jerked up to a sitting position and looked at the wall with unseeing eyes. Yes, that was what she was going to do…

* * * *

Drew knew almost straight away that something was wrong.

His instincts honed from years of warfare, he picked up the signals Kris’ body unconsciously broadcasted. His back tensed in reaction. Dropping the bag he’d been carrying without another thought, he stepped further into the room. And stopped short when he saw her body in the flickering lights of the TV.

She’d gone shopping that day; that much was clear. Wearing clothes he usually saw on the women who hung out around the base, she sat on his armchair, her bare legs moving to the sound of the music that echoed behind him.

Unable to stop himself, he let his eyes take a slow tour of her barely covered body. From her straightened hair flicking playfully over her eyes to the top that announced to the whole wide world she was wearing a lacy black bra—a nearly transparent one, at that—she was dressed to kill. If you added the short shorts that covered her crotch and not much else, and the fuck-me heels he’d never before seen her wear…

Yeah, he was in trouble all right.

“What’s going on?”

She looked up, acting as if she hadn’t seen him check her out when he knew she had. He’d felt her respond to his heated gaze. Fuck, he’d given her pleasure only days before. He
knew
her!

“Oh, Drew, hey. What’s up?”

He frowned. So that’s how she would play it. He cleared his throat and replied, “Nothing. Where’s Scott?”

She shrugged. “No idea. I haven’t seen him at all today. Are you guys all ready to go then?”

This time he almost felt his eyebrows snap together. “What are you talking about?”

She had the nerve to roll her eyes. “Do you really think I can live here and not know these things? You’re leaving tomorrow morning, aren’t you?”

He gritted his teeth. “You’re not supposed to know, Kris. There’s a good reason why what we do is confidential.”

“I get that,” she replied in a none-too-pleased tone. “I’m not stupid.”

“I never said that.”

“You implied it.” She sat up suddenly, her top stretching across her breasts with the movement.

His mouth felt dry all of a sudden, and he had a hard time getting back to the conversation at hand. “You know I didn’t mean it that way. What’s wrong with you?”

Her voice a lot louder, she repeated, “What’s wrong with me? With me?”

Huh-oh. He took a step back. “I asked the question, didn’t I?”

She bit on her lower lip, hard enough he saw the imprints her teeth had left in the poor abused skin.

“Don’t do that,” he told her, angry she could hurt herself in his presence.

“Do what?” she asked, her voice wondering.

His hand on the back of the armchair, he bent down and traced her mouth with the tip of his finger. “Don’t bite yourself.”

She looked up at him, and he realized he’d rendered her speechless.

The thought amused him so much he smirked as he drew back up. His gaze found the curve of her breasts again, and he couldn’t help but stare at them. Again. Those clothes were something else, that’s for damn sure.

Hold on a second… “You little minx!”

Kristyn watched him rear back, shock clearly apparent on his face. Not that she hadn’t expected him—them—not to react, but maybe not like that per se. “What’s wrong?”

“Do not move,” he replied before turning around and quickly leaving the room.

Now, that was weird. Weirder than usual even. She wondered what he was doing, and before she could stop herself, got up and teetered to the door. She hadn’t worn heels in years, and it was taking her a little while to get used to them again. Grabbing the jamb in one hand, she leaned forward and quickly drew back when she heard his voice coming from the kitchen.

Inching closer, hoping he wouldn’t notice her spying on him, she listened to the one-sided conversation.

 “Fuck, man, I know it was my idea to share her… I know! But you agreed to the plan, didn’t you? And I don’t think she’s really liking your idea of waiting to get this threesome started… No. No, come on! I can wait for you, maybe, but only if something happens. My dick can’t take it anymore… Very funny. Fuck you, Scott. If you don’t turn up in the next ten minutes I’m taking care of her. By myself. Whatever, man. I know women. I can read the signs. She’s barely wearing any clothes… Yeah, yeah. Just get here so we can get this party started.”

When she realized he’d hung up, she pivoted on her toes and rushed back to the armchair. By the time he strolled back into the lounge, her gaze was on the TV once more and her legs were crossed as if she hadn’t a care in the world. Her mind, however, was going three hundred miles an hour. Threesome! He’d talked about a threesome!

She nearly slapped herself. God, what had she been expecting? She was the one who’d planned on seducing them this evening after all. But to hear him say it so casually… She bit her lip when she recalled his first words, how he’d said it’d been his idea to share her.

Share her.

Her insides clenched, her shorts feeling a lot less dry—probably because she wasn’t wearing any panties but still.

“What did I tell you?”

She jerked at the sound of Drew’s voice so close. Her eyes widened when she spotted him leaning over her, his gaze intent on her face. “What?”

“I told you not to bite your lip, but you didn’t listen to me. Know what that means?” She shook her head, unable to break the hold he seemed to have on her. “It means you’re going to get punished.”

She let out a squeak. “Pu-punished?” He was kidding, right?

“Yes. For that but also because you thought you could wear clothes like these around the house and tease us. But, baby, I told you before. Don’t play games with me. You’ll never win.” He grabbed hold of her, his hands sliding beneath her arms to draw her up in one heave.

“Drew!” she called out, but he wasn’t listening.

His foot hooking under the coffee table, he pulled it toward them then with one palm between her shoulder blades, he pushed her down. Her hands slapped on the glass surface, her hair hanging over her eyes as she looked up.

“Perfect,” he purred behind her.

She nearly made a sarcastic comment but thought better of it. He would like this position. Her ass was high in the air, her legs spread wide as he made sure she assumed the correct stance. If he slapped her ass though, she was out of here!

“I do like the clothes, sweetheart, but they have to go.”

He propped up his foot only inches from her hand. She watched as he drew up his pant leg and retrieved a penknife from his boot seconds later.
He has a knife in his shoe? For real?

“Huh, Drew…”

He ignored her hesitant voice and moved so he was right behind her.

“What are you going to do?” she tried again. “Drew?”

“I know what I’m doing. You’re with a professional, baby.”

Oh yeah because that made her feel so much better. She opened her mouth, determined to get to the bottom of this, when a sound rang out. He’d opened up the knife.
Shit!

“Don’t move,” he warned her.

She froze into place. “Don’t…don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t.”

And he didn’t. He meticulously, fastidiously even, cut away her clothes. The knife never touched her skin, never cut into her or hurt her in the slightest. It was as if he were doing surgery, so careful she felt cherished in a strange way.

He knew what he wanted, and he was getting it.

Her jean shorts now had no crotch and were pushed up around her hips. Her top was held by two strings, showing far more of her bra than she’d ever planned.

She looked down as he slid his thumbs underneath the lace and tugged. Her breasts popped out, the areolas darker than usual. She was aroused. Of course, she was. She shook her head at herself, and that’s when Scott entered the room.

Chapter Eight

“Having fun without me?”

Kristyn yelped, her wriggling ass reminding Scott what would happen that evening. Fuck but he wanted her. He still thought Drew was wrong, that they should have waited some more. Ah hell, what did he know? If she’d been intent on seducing them they’d never have lasted anyway.

“Took you long enough,” his friend commented as he watched Scott walk to them. “I had time to prep this little lady. Although, I believe she hasn’t had her punishment yet.”

Scott raised his eyebrows. “What?” he mouthed.

Drew shook his head, his eyes glinting, mischief written all over his face. “Let me,” he mouthed back. And so he did.

Scott just stood there and watched as his friend opened their cache of DVDs, cleverly hidden inside the bar. He took his time making his selection, and by the time he moved to the media center, Scott was ready to burst. He needed something here, but it looked like relief wouldn’t be happening soon.

“How long am I supposed to stay like this?” she whined.

Drew pressed “Play” and turned back to her. “Until I say you can move.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

He smirked. “You’ll see soon enough. Now, I want you to watch this movie. If you move, even just an inch, you’ll get another punishment. And so on. Okay?”

“Couldn’t we have played
Truth or Dare
instead?” Kris mumbled under her breath, but she stayed in that amazingly submissive position, her gaze fixed on the TV screen.

Scott couldn’t help but smile. This would be fun. His grin turned even wider when he noticed what movie his friend had picked. Oh yeah…

I am an evil genius
, Drew congratulated himself as he sat back in the armchair Kris had vacated. She hadn’t moved yet, even when the film had started and she’d realized what it was.

Oh, it was a porn film, but that wasn’t the issue here. It was the genre, the scenes depicted, the—

Yes, it was hardcore as hell. One of their teammates had found it in Europe during a mission the year before and had smuggled it back home. Films like this just weren’t sold in the US, or if they were, it was cloak and dagger stuff.

He popped his pants open, drew his Jockeys down and laid back, cock in hand.

Now, that was a view!

He alternated between watching Kris and the screen, both utterly captivating in their own way. She was holding on for now, but he knew the signs. He knew she was weakening.

To prod her along, he cleared his throat and said, “So, dude, what do you think? Would Kris like clamps? She does have the nips for it.”

Scott jerked a little in his seat. He’d opened up his jeans, too, his cock pointing toward the sky. He blinked before answering, “I’d say so. She loves when we play with them so she’d probably really enjoy them.”

“Yeah. You’re right. What about the flogger? She’s got such a sweet ass.”

“I’d start with a plug first. That ass is gonna be mine tonight, and it’d be good if she’s used to having something inside her when I get to her.”

There!
“You moved, Kris.”

“No, I didn’t!” she instantly replied, looking over her shoulder so she could glare at them. “It’s just that you’re talking and I’m trying to watch something here.”

“Nice try,” Drew acknowledged as he got up. “But you still moved while you were forbidden to do so.”

“Oh, come on!” she called out, but his hands were already on her shoulders.

He forced her upright, keeping her propped against him until he was sure the blood had rushed back to her head. She clearly wasn’t used to sex games yet she was coping admirably. Intent on pushing her further however, he made her walk toward Scott and said, “Suck him.”

She froze but only for an instant. “Now?”

“You heard me.”

“My punishment is to give him a blowjob?” she asked, as if she wanted to make sure she’d gotten his instructions right.

That made him smile. “Yup. No hands, just your mouth,” he added as an afterthought.

His friend was already leaning back in his chair, his thighs wide open so she only had to step between them. They both watched as she knelt down, her curves so damn appealing from this close that Drew had to fight the urge to give into temptation and caress her.

No. Not now. He forced himself to sit back in his seat, his gaze never leaving them. Fuck, that looked good. Her palms on Scott’s thighs, she lowered her head and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock.

A hiss left his friend’s lips. “Do it, baby. Take me in your mouth.”