His Plaything(13)

“You never think about getting married or having kids?”

I gave a bark of laughter. “Remember who you're talking to?” Then I glanced over at Logan, realizing that I might have dissed him. “Not that that stuff's bad. Why, do you?”

“Sometimes. Even if I didn't, I'd still want the option, you know?” He paused for a moment. “You ever notice how all the other guys in our squad are single? There's a good reason. Nobody really wants a SEAL. Not long-term, anyway.”

I snorted. “Then I guess I'm imagining all those frog hogs in my address book.” Not that I'd have much chance to tap any of that ass for a while.

He gave a negative-sounding grunt, somewhere between skepticism and disappointment. “I'm sure they're great chicks, but all they're after is one-night stands. They just want a good fuck and bragging rights about scoring a SEAL. Any woman who's interested in something more than that … they're smart enough to stay away from guys in this type of job. Who the hell would marry someone who lives the kind of lifestyle we do?”

Hearing Logan spill his guts like this was bizarre. I never knew he'd even considered settling down, let alone worried about it so much. But I brushed it off; I wasn't even ready to think about a steady girlfriend, let alone marriage.

In silence again, we finished our ten miles just when the sun broke the horizon, then walked back to my place as our cool-down period. As we got closer to the condo complex, I spotted a familiar figure leaning against one of the entryway columns. It was Fox—another teammate of ours. He was playing some game on his phone, but pocketed it when he saw us coming. “Hey, you guys finally got done wasting your time off?” he called out.

“We had a great workout, thanks for asking. Did the baby enjoy sleeping in?” I called back.

He flipped me off, and I laughed. At twenty-three, Fox was the youngest guy on our team, and we never stopped giving him shit about it. But he knew how to take a joke. He ought to, since he's always making them.

“Laugh it up, motherfucker. While you two were out running in circles, I was saying goodbye—” Fox grabbed his crotch, making it clear exactly what kind of parting gift he'd given. “—to the hottest señorita I've ever met. She looked just like Salma Hayek.”

“I'm sure your blow-up doll will be there when you get back,” Logan said with a perfectly straight face.

Fox and I both cracked up. Logan so rarely stooped to our level that the sheer surprise was always hilarious. But it was the ass-crack of dawn and normal people were still sleeping, so I shushed everyone before we went inside.

They followed me down the hall and upstairs to my condo. As I opened the front door, I heard water running in the bathroom. Huh … Avery must be in the shower. Never thought a college girl would be up this early on a Saturday.

Fox bounced his eyebrows. “You have a friend over?”

“My new stepsister is living here now,” I said. “It's a long story. Let's eat first.”

He glanced toward the bathroom again, almost speculatively, then shrugged. “Works for me. I'm fucking starved.”

I snorted at the way Fox dragged out that last word into a moan. You'd think he never ate except when he's over here. “Then you can do the potatoes, freeloader.”

Fox grumbled, but started washing and chopping spuds to make home fries. I sliced up some nice fat ham steaks as Logan oiled and heated my two cast-iron skillets. It felt good to get back into our old leave routine: a pre-dawn run to get the blood pumping, followed by a gut-busting breakfast, and a day of loafing around together. Maybe we'd play some videogames or basketball later, then hit up a few bars after it got dark. Even if I couldn't bring women back here anymore, it probably wouldn't be too hard to get a woman to take me to her place. Still a pain in the ass, though… I always preferred my own bed. Both during and after.

As I cracked the last of eight eggs into the smaller skillet, the bathroom door creaked. All three of us looked over to see Avery step out.

A very naked Avery.

Perfect round tits that were larger than I'd expected, but just as perky. Perfect pink nipples hardened into peaks.. A soft, flat stomach and gently flared hips, tapering down to slim thighs. And nestled between those thighs … a completely bare, smooth cunt.

Fuck. Me. Running.

We all stood in shocked silence, unable to move a muscle or do anything but drink in the view. Even though it could’ve only been a split second, it seemed like forever until she finally noticed us. With a terrified squeak, she hugged herself in a vain attempt to cover up and bolted down the hallway. Her nice tight ass jiggled only slightly as she ran to her bedroom.