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.