Packing Heat(153)

Travis walked inside and looked around. “Nice place.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “Got the job done.” I tossed my bag onto the floor and headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Travis leaned up against the wall and watched as I drank it down. The water tasted fresh and cool. It really helped with the fuzzy feeling I had in my mind and the burning in my stomach from that stupid moonshine.

“What’s the plan now?” I asked him.

He shrugged. “Now we wait until Hoyt comes back and lets us know what’s up.”

“Fine. I’m taking a shower then.”

“Need a hand?”

“No thanks.”

He laughed, stepping nearer. “How long are you going to pretend like you don’t want to feel this cock between your legs?”

“As long as it takes,” I answered, moving past him.

He laughed that cocky, arrogant laugh. It drove me absolutely crazy, and I hated that he could so easily get a rise out of me. I knew I was soaking wet already just imagining what it would be like to have him join me in the shower.

I could practically see the water dripping down off his muscular body. I wouldn’t mind feeling him press against me in the warm water, kissing my skin, his fingers running down between my legs.

But that couldn’t happen, not with so much going on. He collapsed onto the couch as I went back into the bathroom and shut the door.

The shower felt incredible as I stood there under the water, letting the heat wash away the fear and the memories of the last day. What had happened in the parking lot seemed like it was weeks ago, but it hadn’t even been a full day yet. So much had happened in such a small amount of time that I was having trouble completely decompressing.

Of course, the moonshine wasn’t helping, though the shower made me feel sober. Which was good, since I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep resisting Travis if I remained a little tipsy. The man had a way about him that simply drove me wild and pushed every single one of my buttons.

I had to stop thinking about him that way. I couldn’t keep imagining what it would feel like to get that wild, dangerous Navy SEAL in my bed. I couldn’t keep wondering how his rough hands would feel on my hips as he pressed himself deep inside me.

I finished up the shower and got out, wrapping myself in a towel. I felt better, more awake and more human after cleaning myself off. I quickly brushed my teeth and then left the bathroom and holed myself up in my bedroom.

There wasn’t much in the apartment that reminded me of home. I’d left all of that back on the farm, back with my parents. I’d wanted this to be all about business, but as I sat on my bed and looked at my bare walls, I wished I had brought something with me. I scrolled through my phone absently, looking at old pictures.

Just then, there was a knock on the front door, loud and jarring. My heart skipped a beat.

The door to my bedroom flew open. Travis stood there, staring in at me with this intense expression. I was sitting on the bed still wearing nothing but my towel, and he didn’t even pretend like he wasn’t looking at my body. A small grin began to play on his lips.

“They’re here,” he said.

“Uh, okay. I heard. Do you mind?”

“No. I’ll wait.” He leaned up against the doorframe.

“Get out, Travis.”

“You sure? I can help you change. Or we can leave you naked. Might be a damn good distraction technique.”

“Travis,” I said, getting annoyed.

“Your loss,” he said, laughing. He walked away and I quickly closed the door behind him.

That man was so frustrating. He left me flustered and wild every time he looked at me, and he made no apologies for it. I shook my head as I quickly got dressed, throwing on a pair of jean shorts and a T-shirt.

Travis was waiting out in the hall for me. “Ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

He nodded, suddenly back to business. “Good.” He walked over to the door and pulled it open.

Three men stood there. Hoyt stepped inside, follow by two men I didn’t recognize. They were large and broad and wore big jean jackets over dark denim pants.

“Hoyt,” Travis said.

“Good. You’re still here,” Hoyt said.

“Brought friends?”

Hoyt glanced at the two men. “Wait outside.”

The quickly filed out, and Travis shut the door behind them.

“I take it the news is good,” Travis said.

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, you wouldn’t be in this room alone if it weren’t.”

Hoyt grinned. “Yeah. You got me there.”

“Come on, sit.”

The two men sat down at the table and Travis gestured for me to join. I sat to his right, feeling a nervous knot in my stomach