by Claire Adams
Before either of us could collapse onto the ground, we crawled our way onto the couch and curled up. His arms kept me warm as we drifted off to sleep. My mind was exhausted, my body equally as tired. I wanted to stay mad at Chris, but in that moment there was no energy left for anger.
Chapter 17
As morning arrived I woke up and Chris was still there. He was lying behind me with his arms still wrapped around me. I felt a huge sense of relief as I realized he had actually stayed all night long this time.
“So should I write my number down for you this time?” I joked.
He just squeezed me tight and stayed sleeping. I couldn’t help but fall back asleep with him. It was comfortable being in his arms. It felt like home. That feeling when something just fits perfectly and you don’t have to worry about it, that’s what it felt like to be in Chris’s arms. We slept in until about noon and it felt good.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I said with a smile as I stretched and got up. “Would you like to join me?”
It wasn’t really a question and I didn’t wait for the response. I walked naked up the stairs and moved deliberately slow. I let my ass move from side to side with each step I took.
His eyes burned hot on me as I walked away and I knew with certainty that he would be joining me in the shower. His desire was palpable through the air and I felt him moving only a few short steps behind me as I got to the top step. When I turned the water on in the shower, he was already right behind me.
Sex in the shower had never really been my thing. It seemed dangerous to me, too must slippery water and too little room to move around. I strategically avoided letting things get out of control and instead, just enjoyed having him close to me.
He poured soap into this hands and rubbed them together. They lathered up and Chris brought the suds over to my body. As I washed my hair his hands started to massage my breasts and move down my body. Soon he slipped a hand between my legs and I opened my eyes. His lips moved in quickly and I tried to avoid them by turning my head. I should have known better than to try and avoid his advances. Within moments I was wrapped up in his soapy arms and kissing him. His body reacted to mine and I could feel his hard cock pressed up against me.
I finished rinsing my hair and tried to rinse off the soap from my body. Slowly I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I stood at the door to the bathroom.
“Let’s go cowboy, I want to go for a ride.”
Chris peeked his head out from the shower and I opened my towel to flash him my naked body. Then I quickly made my way to the bed and got under the warm covers. I waited for him to come from the shower after I heard it turn off. I waited and waited and waited, but he didn’t seem to be coming. I pulled the covers off and was about to get out of bed when Chris pounced on me from beside the bed.
“Shit!” I screamed. “How the hell did you get out here?”
He didn’t wait for me to respond and instead fell onto the bed and pulled me down on top of him.
“I believe there is a cowgirl around here who wanted to go for a ride.”
“Mmmm, yes there is.”
I looked down at his cock and it was raging hard again. I needed to feel myself on top of him. Just as I was about to slide on him and give him a good cowgirl show, his phone rang from downstairs. Chris jump up and flipped me over onto the bed. He seemed to be in a huge hurry and darted down the stairs totally naked.
I went down after him to see what the big deal was. Even if it was an important call, was it really so important that he couldn’t call them back? I got to the bottom of the stairs and tried to listen in on what he was saying, but he moved into the bathroom and shut the door.
I could have continued to try and listen to his call, but instead decided to go to the kitchen and make some breakfast. My mind was racing though, thinking about who he was talking to that was so important. It seemed odd, but then again; nothing about the situation with Chris seemed normal.
When he was off his phone call, Chris slipped his jeans on and came into the kitchen. I stood naked and was preparing pancakes for us to eat. I had not made pancakes in years. My health-conscious mind had always thought they were too full of carbs and calories. But as we sat down and I ate the first batch of pancakes, I was instantly transported to when I was a child.
“Now this has got to be the best breakfast I have ever had,” Chris said as he sat down at the island counter.
“You haven’t even tasted anything yet.”
“Hmmm no I haven’t. I should taste something.” His eyes fixated on my pussy and I couldn’t help feel myself get a little embarrassed. I could still remember very vividly his tongue on me the night we first slept together. It was absolutely delightful.
“Here are some pancakes, taste these for now.”
He looked disappointed, but then delved into the pancakes. By this time it was well into the evening and starting to get dark. I’m not sure why I had decided on making pancakes, except for my body clock was so off from the sex we had been having all night long.
“These are some delicious pancakes,” he said as he shoveled more and more of them into his mouth. I couldn’t make pancakes fast enough to fill him up, but I kept trying.
“Do you want any more?”
“Oh no, but there is something else I want.” He looked at my wetness again. “But since I can’t have that right now, how about you give me your phone number?”
I smiled at how adorable he was. He was sweet and sexy and I had totally forgot I was still mad at him.
“Well what if you don’t have a phone again for two weeks?” I said with a wink.
“I’ll try harder this time.”
There was something in how he said that which made me think he actually would have to try pretty hard to get away from his work and call me.
Chapter 18
“So are you going to tell me what you do for work?” I asked.
“I would tell you but then I’d have to kill you,” Chris said in his best James Bond voice.
I had a sneaking feeling that he wasn’t joking though. He was certainly built to be part of some sort of special-forces group or elite military branch. His chiseled muscles covered every inch of his body. Even his hands looked like they had muscles on them, I had never met a man who had muscles on his hands.
But something about Chris struck me as not being in the military. He seemed a little too rough around the edges to work for the government. Instead, I thought he looked more like some sort of private security guy or something like that. I really had no idea.
“Seriously, give me a clue. Are you in the military? Police? Insurance salesman?” I smiled at the last one. He certainly didn’t look like an insurance salesman. If he were, I would buy every kind of insurance possible. Maybe that would be a good job for him.
“I really can’t talk about it. But yes, it’s something involving police and security.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Even though he had not given away any secrets, it helped to know a tiny bit about what he did. My mind still whirled with all the possibilities of what he really did when he was gone for weeks at a time. I also couldn’t stop thinking about why he had moved to Bain, Missouri. It wasn’t like we were on the map as a big up and coming town to live in.
“Can I ask you something else?” I smiled and leaned my naked breasts over the counter.
His eyes weren’t on mine, instead he watched closely as my nipples slowly touched the cold marble of the counter. They turned hard and it was difficult for me to not smile at the look on Chris’s face. He was mesmerized by my nipples.
“Chris, can I ask you something?” I said again.
“Yes,” he said.
“Why did you come here?”
“To fuck you,” he said with a smile.
I had to laugh, but that wasn’t what I meant and I thought he knew that. He was just avoiding answering my questions.
“Seriously, why?”
“Ka
telyn, I want to tell you all about me. I want to tell you all about my work and how I came to live here in this town, but it’s just not the right time. I know that is hard to understand, but please just believe me when I say I will tell you someday.”
I did believe him. Despite everything that had gone on between the two of us he seemed like a genuinely trustworthy person. At least that is what I was feeling, I could have been totally wrong. It was entirely possible that this guy was totally playing me. He could be anyone. He could be dangerous. He could be a hired killer for all I knew.
His phone rang again and Chris jumped up and took the call outside. This time he had pants on so he stood on the back porch and talked to whoever needed to reach him so badly. I watched his face as he talked on the phone and it seemed like he was angry. I couldn’t tell what he was saying except the occasional “No” that came out of his mouth. His eyes locked on mine and he winked at me. I melted. It was such a sweet thing coming from such a manly man.
I watched the muscles on his chest as he walked back and forth on the back porch. They moved slowly and with deliberate motion. I could see where they attached to his body because he had hardly any fat on his body at all. His defined muscles were just draped in tan skin with only slightest amount of tissue under it. He certainly was the fittest guy I had every met in person. As his call wrapped up I tried not to look like I had been staring at him the whole time, although I’m pretty sure he knew I was. I went to the sink and started to do some dishes.
When Chris came in he wrapped his arms around me and stood there with his face in the corner of my neck. His lips moving slightly against my skin, he seemed to be getting ready to say goodbye. But this time there was a real connection between us. This time we actually were going to talk about this trip.
“You have to go?” I said as I continued to wash the dishes.
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he said as he kissed my neck.
“It’s alright. I wrote my number down on the paper over there.”
He released me and picked up the paper. As he placed it into his pocked he walked into the living room to gather the rest of his clothing. Only a minute passed before he was back in the kitchen fully dressed and ready to leave.
“It’s getting late. You are leaving tonight?”
It seemed really weird that he would be leaving so late in the evening. What kind of job called a guy at almost nine o’clock at night to tell them they needed to come to work right away? It didn’t seem right, but I decided it wasn’t my place to say anything else.
“Yep, I’m going to pack up and head out.”
I turned around and stood there, still naked as the day I was born. I watched him walk toward me with a sincerity in his eyes that I had not seen before.
“Be safe,” I said as his lips met mine.
“I will.”
He gave me one more quick kiss and then turned to leave the house.
Chapter 19
I went up to my bedroom so I could watch what he was doing. I didn’t know Chris very well at all but he certainly liked his secrets. There was a way where he told me just a little bit of information to make me think I had it all, but in reality I had no real information.
Chris stayed in his house for about an hour before I saw him coming out the back door with two black duffel bags. They looked like the bags he had before when he had carried them all into the house. My heart sank as I remembered touching the cold metal guns that were in those bags. He certainly was doing some sort of dangerous job if he was carrying around that many guns.
I watched as he loaded all six of the bags again and then went back into his house. I wanted to get a closer look to make sure the bags were the same as before, but I decided not to push my luck.
I fell asleep while watching Chris’s house but when I woke up his Jeep was still there. I decided to hop in the shower and then maybe I would stop by his house again to see what was going on. He had thought he needed leave pretty quickly when he was on the phone but apparently he was able to spend the night.
My art show was just a few days away and it was going to be so important for everyone who worked with me on my team. They all helped me so much with getting my show to go off the ground. Being an artist in today’s world can be very difficult for anyone who takes their work seriously. Art isn’t a way of making a lot of money and it takes a lot of work. I was lucky enough to have been somewhat successful and at least had people willing to buy my pictures. If I didn’t have people buying my photos I wouldn’t be able to be an artist full-time.
I really had to stop worrying about Chris and whatever he was doing with his job and start worrying about myself. My show was getting really close and I couldn’t be unprepared when I showed up. I needed to have all my prints ready and be willing and able to describe my methods for each of the photos. As much as I needed to work on my project, I couldn’t tear myself away from the thought that Chris was involved in something big. Whatever he was doing with those guns, I didn’t like it at all. I didn’t know Chris’s skills in defense tactics, but he certainly seemed skilled in many other areas.
Silently I said a prayer for Chris so that he would return home in good condition and he would accomplish what he had set out to get done with his job. I had never dated anyone who wouldn’t tell me what they did for work; not like Chris and I were dating. But why wouldn’t he just tell me what was going on? He could keep things generic and just explain a general idea of what he does; but even that wasn’t allowed apparently.
Chapter 20
My eyes got big as I watched Chris come out of his garage dressed in all black. He looked like some sort of swat team member and I was turned on. Police officers had never been a big fetish of mine before, but if they all looked like Chris then I could reconsider the option. His muscles seemed to be showing off in the tight shirt he had on and his black cargo pants and black combat boots seemed totally out of place. I decided I had to try and follow him.
Obviously, I wouldn’t be able to follow him all the time; but that moment just seemed perfect for getting into my car and seeing if I could follow Chris. He didn’t look back in his mirror and instead kept his eyes on the road as he speed through the traffic and made his way to the downtown area. I had not been down in that area of St. Louis in a very long time.
I felt a buzzing in my lap and I looked down at my phone. It was Chris, he was calling me. I certainly couldn’t answer the phone while driving on the interstate and following Chris. I decided to pull over quickly so I could answer his call.
“Hey, I just wanted to make sure I had your number right.” Chris said as he drove off and I lost him in the traffic of then busy city.
“That’s great.”
“I shouldn’t be gone for more than a couple days this time; hopefully you won’t get too bored.” I could hear the smile in his voice. Did he call me on purpose to get me to pull over? Where was he going? I just wanted to ask him that and see what he would say.
“That’s really great. I think you should start keeping all of your jobs to only a couple of days.”
It seemed obvious to me that Chris was making an effort. He seemed to actually care about my feelings and worked hard to ensure I would understand enough about his travels to know when he would be coming home. As we got off the phone, I continued to drive right to the airport. Just by luck I saw Chris’s jeep sitting in an unusual spot on the airplane tarmac. There was no way I could get to it and instead I just had to observe from afar.
I pulled my car up in a wooded area near the cargo loading planes. I just wanted to see if I could figure out what was going on and why Chris was involved. But it was impossible to see what was happening.
It was impossible to even know what people were in the plane or what was going on during this trip he was going on. I wanted to be supportive, but I couldn’t trust anyone yet. There was just a lot going on for the kids lately and I didn’t have the energy to trust people. I watched in silence as the ten duffle bags were unloaded from
the Jeep to the new cargo plane. I assumed the bags were still full of guns, but I had no way of knowing for sure.
I continued to watch as a group of other men, who looked very similar to Chris, arrived and started to load themselves onto the cargo plane. The men all seemed to know each other very well. Whatever these guys were doing for a job, it seemed pretty dangerous. They all were bringing on black duffle bags that seemed to look a lot like the ones that Chris had had in his home.
I closed my eyes briefly to imagine what these guys needed all these guns for. Nothing that I could think of seemed like a very legitimate business. Although I was sure that somewhere there was a fake twitter account for these guys and their sexy hot bodies. The other men were the first to get on the plane and Chris seemed to be in charge so he waited and got onto the plane last. I watched each of the body guards intently as their muscular bodies seemed to have no problems with anything that came their way.
Chapter 21
I watched as the private plane took off and I couldn’t help but think that something illegal was going on. There was no way Chris worked for a police department or even a special agency; they didn’t let their men travel on private jets. It was hard to differentiate between the Chris I knew and the Chris that I saw loading up guns onto that private jet. The Chris loading up guns seemed very deadly. The look on his face was serious and he was not someone you would want to mess with. The Chris I knew was kind and caring and willing to carry an injured woman a half of a mile to her home.
I turned my car around and made my way back home. There was no use trying to figure things out right then, Chris said he would be gone for a couple days and that meant I wouldn’t hear from him that whole time. At least we had gotten to talk a little bit before he left.
The next day I was preparing my photos for my art show and I got a Skype call from Chris.