by J. L. Beck
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She’d been walking poolside, her tan hips swaying. Long legs that went all the way up to a heaven only the angels or someone very lucky could know about
All the men there did the same as he did—they sat up, tilted down their sunglasses and stared.
And why not? God dammit, she was breathtaking.
Long silky raven hair, gleaming bronze skin. Breasts that were the perfect size her nipples showing through the red satin.
He didn’t get up and chase her, but his dick wanted to as it grew rock hard instantly.
She walked on by, or glided rather and disappeared inside the main building.
At least two men got up and followed as if they couldn’t help themselves.
Walker got up too, but he stood by the outer window and watched as each men got shot down by her shaking her head and moving away from them.
Then he did something he never thought he would, he stalked her from then on through the resort, hoping to find a way to bump into her. It was pathetic but he’d wanted her on sight. This had never happened to him like this before really. Yes, he would be attracted to a woman and with his build and his face; he never had to chase anyone. However, he never felt this gut wrenching want before and certainly not just with one look at a female.
It then became a game. He was the hunter. He knew it was probably wrong, but he couldn’t care. He used his training and skills to practically stake her out. He knew it was insane, but he did it anyway.
Finally, he stepped into an elevator with her in it. The game was on.
She stared at him. “Why are you following me?” Her light accent sounded tense in her voice.
Oh, wow. Caught. How humiliating. So much for fucking stealth. “Yes, you caught me.” he openly admitted. Deciding to go with the truth for once in his life of secrets and lies, he explained, “I saw you three days ago and…” Spit it out Walker! “I just had to…”
Her smile showed on those luscious lips. “Had to?”
“I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t think of anything but you for days now.” Wow, pathetic much? He winced.
“Why would a man who looks like you have to chase me?” Her eyes were twinkling at him.
“I asked myself the same thing.” He shrugged.
Titling her head back, she laughed. “You are so funny.” The elevator door opened and she stepped out, turning her head to look back at him, she said, “Chase me to my room, then,” she challenged.
His eyes rounded. It couldn’t be that easy. Maybe the truth was the right way to go, as his sister was always telling him. He gazed around to see the empty hallway.
Striding away, her red dress molded to her rounded perfect ass, as she headed down the hall.
Like a dumbass, he did just that… followed her like a hungry wolf chasing red riding hood. When he turned the corner, she had disappeared. Could she have made into her room that fast?
Hearing a scream, he turned to the exit door. Leaning down, he saw a flash of her red dress with a man’s arm around her waist as he dragged her down the metal stairs.
Fuck!
Walker headed down the stairs at a fast pace. Some fucker was going regret taking his…what? Prey? He shook his head and raced down to the bottom.
The man was pushing her through the next exit door. “You won’t get away from me this time!” he yelled as he tugged her hair violently to get her to go through.
Growling, Walker, felt rage. He grabbed the man’s shirt and spun him around. He was huge but that didn’t concern him in the least.
The man pulled out a handgun and raised it up to point it at his forehead.
Fuck, stupid mistake and he wasn’t even armed. Some soldier you are, caught like this while chasing tail. It figures. Ducking, he figured it would be too late but he had to try.
A boom sounded through the stairwell as the shot went off.
Walker stood still. So where was the pain and the blackness? He swung his gaze over and spotted his girl in red as she held a small gun, smoke still coming from the barrel.
Biting her lip, she lowered it, her entire body shaking.
Glancing down, he saw the big man lying face down a bullet in the back of his head. Blood spilled out of the holes trickling down along his huge neck.
Walker grabbed her hand and took her out through the exit.
“Where are we going?” she asked her accent thick now.
Walker noted it had to be Italian. “Anywhere but here.” He grabbed the gun from her and tucked it into his waistband while tugging her down the sidewalk.
Getting caught murdering a local in a foreign country would not be pretty. The jails here would make a man wish he were dead. Especially an American man like him. Then they would find he had no real past. He would then be an American, murdering spy.
He got them into a taxi and headed to the other side of town.
The woman said nothing to him the entire time.
He figured she was in shock after just killing a man. Walker had the cabbie stop at a small local hotel. He rushed them into the lobby, paid cash, and headed up to the top floor. He wanted to be able to watch the street.
When they got into the room, she collapsed onto the bed, crying and babbling in Italian.
With a sigh, he locked the door and went to the window. He had to make sure no one had followed them. The streets were quiet.
He strode over to the bed.
She jumped up and came up against him her arms going around his neck.
All that delicious soft flesh, that luscious body he’d fantasized about for days was right up on him. He didn’t act, he just let her cry. What kind of trouble was she in? Why would an armed man be dragging her out of the resort? He had many questions and when she calmed down, he intended to get answers.
Then her mouth found his, her sweet, hot tongue entering through his lips.
Her scent enveloped him, the flavor of her exploded on his tongue. He knew she was in shock, upset. He should slow this down and wait till she was more rational.
Her hands came down and ripped his shirt open the buttons popping off to scatter on the floor.
Or not. If she needed this. Who was he to argue? Yes, he was just human after all.
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Chapter One
TATE
My knocks intensified. No one was answering.
Jeremy my brother was supposed to be here.
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bsp; I slumped down against the door, pushing my bag to the side. At least this apartment complex had nice, soft carpeting in the halls, because it seemed as if I was going to be sitting here for a while.
Pulling out my phone, I was quick to type out a text and send it my brother's way.
"Where are you? I'm in front of the door."
Sighing, I waited for a response. I wasn't expecting a quick one. If he had time to obsess over his phone, I doubted that he'd want his bratty little sister hanging around his apartment all the time.
"I'm hardly even there, Tate," he’d gone on, pitching it to me. "Someone may as well get use out of it. Right now, it's just Joel and Logan coming over and drinking my beer and using my fancy TV that I personally can never use."
A laugh. They were still so tight. Joel and Logan were twins, and basically my big brother's two best friends. Not only that, well, they were this girl's first crush. I wondered if they were still crush-able years later. I hadn't seen them in about four, ever since they moved away when Jeremy went to college. Apparently, their bromance continued, if Jeremy was casually letting them use his apartment when they didn’t even live there.
Turns out I wasn't going to have to wait long to meet them again.
"Joel and Logan will be coming over to let you in," Jeremy texted me.
I guess they had keys.
There was no rush on my end to respond immediately. I thought back to the twins and how, well, hot those guys were. They weren't completely identical or anything, but they were most definitely brothers. As a teenager, Joel was a big softer but still more muscular than most of the boys I ran into in high school.
Logan was most definitely more cut. Joel had this beautiful brown hair, while Logan’s was sort of a buzzed black. Many a night when I was alone, being anxious that my over-protective mother wouldn't let me do normal, teenage things, I'd sneak out, but what didn't help was that, since I lacked a father in my life, big bro decided to fill that role and also be an over-protective hard-ass where Mom couldn't be.
I knew he cared. I knew it was out of love. But it did leave me an eighteen-year-old virgin. All the same, though? I doubted he volunteered to let me stay at his place to continue his vigilance on my purity. If wasn’t even there, he couldn’t be my chastity belt in brother form, after all.
Yet instead of living in a dorm or a sorority or something else typical, I was living with my brother. I doubted that made me seem like a sexy, attractive adult. I sighed, and then heard footsteps.
I was prepared to face weird questions on why I was sitting cross-legged in the hallway. This was a pretty nice place, and they tend to be hostile to people doing weird things like I was.
Luckily, I didn't need to think of how to explain my predicament.
Instead, I was dealing with a sudden desire to swoon and faint in awe. Or whatever it was those dainty women did in old movies.
Joel and Logan. The twins.
Fuck, they got hot.
Hotter.
Whatever.
They'd always been older than me, and I’d always had a thing, but now they were damn near model quality. They’d filled out, taking cute, dumping it, and running full-on screaming into handsomeness.
I scrambled to my feet in front of them. I realized I had the stupidest look on my face. "Um, uh, yeah, hi," I managed to stumble over in the least cool fashion ever.
"Tate," Joel said. "My, my, hasn't little sister grown up?"
Blood rushed through my cheeks. "Um, maybe a little."
"There's nothing little about you," Logan added, his eyebrows waggling at me, and the direction of the eyes themselves told me it definitely wasn't a comment about my weight.
"Um... uh... yeah..." I couldn't make eye contact. They came in swinging, dropping lines like that on me. They always did this. It really riled Jeremy up for them to be hitting on me. Part of me knew it was a joke, but all the same, there was always that part that told me there was a kernel of truth in their teasing and that they liked what they saw.
Maybe it was all wishful thinking.
"So, my brother isn't here to let me in."
"The Jerm?" Logan said, walking up to the door, pulling out a key, and turning it. "Yeah, he told us he wanted us to be the welcoming party. Help you get settled in. He's kind of missed you."
"We've kind of missed you," Joel added in, a Cheshire cat-like grin taking over his face.
They led me into the apartment, and Jeremy definitely wasn't doing poorly for himself. This place was nice. He could have used the word penthouse or something to describe it. Huge windows with a beautiful view. A fully featured, huge kitchen. Carpets that made the hallway carpets feel like sandpaper in comparison. Jesus, the place was just huge.
I stumbled through it, just taking it all in awe.
"I bet this is a hell of a lot nicer than any dorm or sorority house you could stay in," Logan said. "Plus, you get to hang out with us. Can you really top that?"
"Aren't we full of ourselves?" I responded, heaving my bag around. Damn, this thing got heavier the more I carried it.
Hanging out with them seemed as if it would be more of a challenge in not jumping their bones than anything else. Four years was a big deal when you were both teenagers. When you got older, that gap seemed smaller and smaller.
An eighteen-year-old and a fourteen-year-old getting together was yuck. A twenty-two-year-old and an eighteen-year-old? Not so much. In the eyes of the law, we were all legally adults, free to make our own decisions, however stupid they might end up being.
It was silly. They were just fucking with me, and not in the way I dreamed about. That I could seduce one of them as a timid little virgin was crazy enough, but both of them? My imagination had a way of getting the best of me, I guessed.
"So, would you know what room is meant for me?"
"Yeah," Logan said. "It's my bedroom. It's not in this apartment, though."
Joel proceeded to shove an elbow right into his brother's gut. Logan just laughed it off. "It's the one to the left. The one with just a bed and a dresser. You should probably put your own touch to it so it looks less depressing."
I just shook my head in Logan's direction and gave Joel a nod. "Thanks."
Some time alone was exactly what I needed. Stop thinking about them. Maybe lock the door and look up something dirty to try to get my mind off them.
As I carried my bag down the hall, though, I glanced back. Getting my mind off them was a whole lot easier said than done.
Chapter Two
JOEL
"Dude, don't you think you're laying it on a little thick there?" I turned to my 'younger' brother, arms crossed, and loomed over him. "I know we always give her shit, but Jerm's not even here to get pissed off at us doing it. I thought we agreed that was most of the fun."
Logan had grabbed a beer out of the fridge. He was the rare weirdo who actually liked beer for it's taste, so if he wasn't going to be doing anything like driving or making serious, life-altering decisions, it was bottoms up. "You can't seriously tell me you aren't tempted when you see that."
"What, Tate?"
"Who else would I be talking about? That girl has turned into a fine-ass woman. Man, she's like, perfect now. Everything's just the right size." He did some comical gestures all around his chest and ass, as if he was trying to show me how he liked it and how Tate had shaped up.
"You know Jerm has always told her she was off-limits."
"Well, yeah, when she was underage. She was always an age bracket lower than us, bro. Although not to sound like a friggin' pedo or something, I'm pretty sure I remember the hints of a fine-ass woman back when she was fourteen and we were about to take off for the city."
I let out a breath. "I doubt everything changes just because she's legal now. Jeremy didn't call us over to fuck his sister. He just wanted us to let her in, make her feel welcome."
"I don't know about you, bro, but a good, solid fucking would definitely make me feel welcome."
"Dude, chill
it. She's like a little sister to us."
Logan just started to laugh. He set his beer down and came over to my side and threw his arm around my shoulder. "Be honest with me here. When you stepped off that elevator and came along to see Tate, you weren't taken aback about how hot she was? How the Jerm's little sister suddenly became sex on two legs."
I grunted. I really did hate when he was right.
"You want her too, bro. If there's anything I've learned, it's that we share a lot of the same taste in women. Maybe it's part of our genetics or our upbringing, whatever. If I find a girl hot, you probably find her hot."
"Whatever you say. You just know that Jeremy isn't going to be on board with us trying to lay the moves in on his sister."
That caught Logan a bit off guard, but only for a moment. A devious grin formed on his face. "Maybe it's time we show him that his little sister is all grown up now and can take care of herself, eh?"
"You're not seriously considering putting the moves on her, are you?"
He laughed. "If the opportunity presents itself, I'm not going to let big brother get in the way of me showing little sister a whole new world of delights."
"Dude, we've been friends with Jeremy since the first grade."
"Yeah, we have. If he doesn't want us to be happy and doesn't want his sister to be happy, he really isn't that much of a friend after all, is he?"
I looked his way. God, thinking of Tate…yeah, it did things to me. She was always cute, and I knew she was going to become something special. I’d readily admit that I thought of a grown-up version of her now and then in my fantasies. If it was another era, it would have been a given. People married their friend’s sisters all the time. Hell, I was pretty sure it still happened.
Maybe it was just Jeremy's problem. He wanted to be big brother and Daddy all rolled into one, and that put him on edge sometimes. At the end of the day, though...