Secrets (A Standalone Novel) (A Suspense Romance) (12 page)

“Come and sit down,” I said as I grabbed Chris by the
hand and took him over to the couch.

I wanted to freak out and start screaming about
everything that had happened the other day, but I didn’t think Chris would
respond well to that. Instead, I just sat on the other end of the couch and
stayed quiet. He would have to be willing to tell me his story without me
chasing after it.

The awkward silence seemed to last for a very long
time, but I was resigned not to be the first one to talk.

“I’m sorry about
yesterday,
”
Chris said as he finally broke the silence.

“Yeah, that was intense. I’m glad to see you doing
well. I thought you had been killed. It freaked me out a lot.”

My attempt at being strong had quickly failed and I
felt tears well up in my eyes. I tried not to look at him as my whole body
started to shake again, remembering how the day had
gone
so wrong. Chris moved close to me on the couch and put his
good arm around me. He pulled me up against him and we sat in silence again.
This time he didn’t break the silence and I didn’t either.

The feeling of his
tough,
muscular arm wrapped around me felt so right. It felt like that was the exact
place I was supposed to be at that exact moment. I was exhausted and having
Chris next to me gave me just the right amount of comfort that I drifted off to
sleep. Chris also fell asleep, having had a much worse day than I did.

We were both able to sleep another five hours before
the warmth of the sun and light from the windows started to wake us. I looked
up at Chris and kissed him. The delicate sun kept us warm and it felt like the
start of a new day. Not only because it was morning, but because we could start
with something fresh and new between us as well.

It felt so good to have his lips on mine. His body
reacted to the kiss and I could feel his cock getting hard. There was an
intense need in his eyes and I could see him thinking through how he could have
me when his arm was still in a sling and he was in pain when he moved.

He grabbed me
with
his good arm and pulled me over so I was straddling him. I could feel the girth
of his cock between my legs and started to rub my body against him. Our mouths
searched one another with desire and he used his other hand to unhook my bra.
He then moved his hand and grabbed my shorts. He yanked on them until I lifted
myself up and pulled them down to the ground.

By this
time,
he
had started unbuttoning his pants and trying to slide them down with one hand.
I grabbed them with both of my hands as he lifted up his hips. His cock sprung
free and I couldn’t stop myself from wrapping my lips around him.

He was large and full of desire. I could see his need
to have me and that made me want him even more. His throbbing member danced
around to entice me. I wanted to feel it dancing inside of me, making me feel
excitement
like I couldn’t imagine.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up to him, urging me
to slide onto his massive member. As my body wrapped around
him,
I could feel him moving deep inside of me.
I wiggled around a little to press him even deeper into my body. I tucked my
head into the corner of his neck and moved my hips back and forth against his
body. My lips gently touched his neck and ear and he could hear my quiet moans
of pleasure as we moved in time with one another.

My clit rubbed up against his firm abdominal muscles
and soon I could feel the combination of excitement and explosion building
inside of me. I held my arms around his neck as I thrust harder and harder
against his body. Soon I could feel myself getting ready to cum.

“Cum
for
me
baby,” Chris said as he grabbed my ass.

He pressed my body to move even harder and faster than
I already was. My hips moved up and down as they thrust his cock deeper inside
of me. Then I felt the buildup coming to a finale that I so desperately needed.

As we both sat there in ecstasy, I let my head rest on
his good shoulder. Something had changed between us and we were definitely not
strangers anymore. We were more than neighbors, more than lovers; we were
together in a new way. I grabbed his hand and we walked up to the bedroom to
sleep some more. Both of us were exhausted.

I wanted to talk more about what had happened. I
wanted to get an explanation for why those men had come to his home to kill
him. I needed to know why they were after him and why they would be so brazen
as to come to his home. But that would all have to wait. At the moment, I
needed to rest. I needed to think about it all and make a clearer decision
about what I really needed to know and what I might not want to know at all.
There was a clear possibility that I wouldn’t want to know the details of what
was going on with his life.

It made me sad to think that Chris might not be the
right person for me. It was possible he was involved with more than I could
even imagine. It was possible that I would need to let him go and move on with
my life. I didn’t like that thought at all. I wanted him to be in my life and I
wanted to move forward with something between us because it felt so good to be
with him.

I also did not want to risk my life, so if that meant
I would have to give up on Chris then I would give up on him. I wouldn’t risk
my life over something like a relationship.

As night fell again, we continued to sleep and enjoy
the quiet of the day. Neither of us was in a hurry to speak, both of us content
to feel each other’s touch without much else. My naked body curled up just
perfectly with Chris wrapped around me.

“I work undercover with the
DEA,
” Chris said quietly as we lay together. “It’s the Drug
Enforcement Agency. I work with criminal groups and build a relationship with
them over several years. I give information back to the Agency and we
eventually shut down the group.”

I sat up in my bed and thought about what he was
saying. It sounded very dangerous. It didn’t sound like a regular police job.
To
me,
it sounded like something out of a
television show or a movie. This job of his certainly didn’t sound like
something that would ever be safe.

“Why are you here in Bain?”

“It was scouted by someone that works with us and they
said it would be a quiet town. Most of us undercover guys try to live far away
from where we work and try to keep a low profile when we finish projects.”

“So you finished a project? Then came out here? I
don’t understand.”

Chris rolled over and kissed me. His short butterfly
kisses sent surges of energy throughout my body. I wanted to keep going and
continue kissing him, but he was talking about his job and it was more
important for me to figure out what was going on with that. I leaned back and
stopped kissing him, urging him to keep talking about his work.

“Yes, I finished a big investigation and was supposed
to get a few months off, but something went wrong and I had to go back.”

“Who were those people that broke into your house?
Were they from the Chicago job?”

“No, they worked for the people I bought some guns
from. They think I’m a bad guy like the people I’m working for in Chicago. They
were looking for about five million dollars’ worth of guns that I had purchased
for this guy.”

I shook my head
yes
like I understood what he was talking about, although I did not fully
understand what was going on. I did very clearly remember watching him load the
ten bags of guns.

“Thank you for telling
me,
”
I said.

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more. But
you are the only person that knows this about me.” I could see in his eyes that
he wasn’t use to opening up to people. He seemed like a loner who kept his life
private and didn’t let people get too close.

“How did you get started working with the DEA?” I said
as I tried to get off the topic of what he was doing now and lighten the mood a
little.

“I was a Navy Seal and they recruited me.”

“Wow, a Navy Seal…check that off my
list,
” I said with a smile.

“What do you mean?”

“
Oh,
ever since
I was a teenager I had a list of things I wanted to do in my life. One of them
was a Navy Seal.”

“You have a bucket list that says fuck a Navy Seal?”
Chris said with a
shocked
look on his
face.

“Yep.”

I couldn’t stop smiling at the goofy look he had on
his face. He was happy and that wasn’t a look I had seen very often on him.
Typically he had a smirk at best, never a full out smile.

“Okay, wait a minute. You, as little young teenage
Katelyn, made a list of guys
to fuck
?”

“Oh my god Chris, No! The list is mostly just things I
want to see, places I want to go, that kind of stuff. But I saw a group of Navy
Seals when I visited San Diego and they were so handsome. I added that to my
list when I was about seventeen years old. It wasn’t some perverted thing at
the time.”

“Oh my…you were a little vixen even back then,” Chris
said as he reached over to tickle me with his good hand.

“I was a sweet little girl with some desires that I
didn’t know what to do with.” I smiled at Chris and I could tell I had caught his
interest.

“What other desires do you have?”

“Oh no, no, no. I’m not going to tell you all about my
desires.”

Chris pulled me on top of him as he lay naked
in
the bed. I leaned down to kiss him and could
feel his body growing underneath me. His hard body was amazing to look at
naked, it was chiseled with muscles in every spot they could possibly be. He
had muscles
from
his hands all the way
down to his feet. His Grecian body was inspiring naked. I didn’t want him to
put his clothes back on.

I stayed on top of him and he reached up to fondle my
breasts with his good hand. Then he leaned up and pulled one of my nipples into
his mouth.

“Tell me. I want to fulfill every fantasy you have.”

Chris looked like he wanted to fulfill all of those
fantasies right there at that moment. A wounded shoulder healing from a gunshot
wasn’t going to hold him back. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the idea of letting
me be in charge for a change. He didn’t strike me as the kind of guy who
normally let the woman have much control. His demeanor was much more alpha than
that.

I also didn’t think of him as the type of guy who
stuck around long enough to build up a rapport with a woman. Building that
close of a relationship was key to getting what I wanted. I wasn’t sure I was
ready to tell him about my fantasies, but it was certainly something I was going
to talk to him about later on. If he stuck around that long.

“How about we talk about my fantasies when your arm
gets better? You’ll need two working arms to satisfy what I have in mind.” I
said with a wink.

He grabbed my hip and rubbed me back and forth against
his cock. If he wasn’t going to get to hear about my fantasies he certainly was
going to get to feel himself inside of me again. I reached down and obliged
him, grabbing his cock and sliding it inside of me.

Quickly we worked together. He thrust hard and fast
and I slid my body up against his. I felt the buildup coming on fast, which I
normally would have slowed down. But at that moment I just wanted to feel the
explosion again. I just wanted to cum hard. No thinking, no slowing down,
nothing stopping me from getting what I wanted.

Chris seemed to be thinking the same thing as he
didn’t hold back either. His thrusts were hard and fast and he quickly came.
His final thrust was just what I needed to send my body into overdrive and I
felt my body tighten on top of him. I thrust my hips hard against him and felt
the pleasure that I was becoming accustomed to.

The next couple of days were like a
Hallmark
card. We made meals together, we
worked in the yards and we made love. Chris didn’t go back over to his house,
but I didn’t blame him. Two men had been gunned down in his living room and it
wasn’t something I would want to remember if I lived there. I was curious to
see how the cleanup had gone and assumed the carpet would need to be pulled up
and some work done to the walls. My brain was in remodel mode constantly.

Chris helped me take my cabinets down and strip the
old finish off of them. We worked for hours, day and night, to get just the
right layering done so I could start the new finish. He seemed very comfortable
working with his hands and looked damn good while he worked. I often found
myself staring at his body as he sanded the wood and built up a sweat. His
shirtless torso was something any woman would be distracted by.

“I’m going to go take some
pictures
if you don’t mind. The clouds are looking amazing today,”
I said as I grabbed my camera and started to
head
out the door. I kissed Chris and left him sanding the wooden doors while I went
to snap a couple pictures.

Since my art
show,
I had taken a break on the picture-taking for a little bit. It had been such a
great night and all my photos sold. The validation I felt from that event was
huge. I finally felt like I could call myself a photographer, but now it was
time to get back to business.

I headed the couple of blocks into town so I could get
a nice picture of the city with the clouds behind it. My eyes stayed focused on
the sky as I searched for just the right moment to take my picture. Looking
through my lens was one of my favorite things to do and I could do it every day
and never get bored. I felt empowered by my camera.

As I walked through the
city,
I got a weird feeling that someone was following me. I looked
back and there was no one there though. The feeling continued as I got to the
other end of town and I started to get scared. I wished that I would have
invited Chris to walk with me, when he was with me I always felt safe. I found
the perfect picture and took a few from each side of the street. I loved how
the clouds looked like cotton balls swimming on top of the little town of Bain.

Bain, Missouri was one of the quaint little towns that
you drove through on your way to nowhere. There
was
a small pharmacy, liquor
store,
and a few
other local companies. It didn’t have a mayor and instead used a City Manager.
There was no police department, but the county Sheriff patrolled the area as
needed.

The streets of Bain only lasted about four blocks and
it was stuck in the picturesque history of the 1950’s. I took a couple more
pictures of the town and then started to head back home. Again, I felt the pang
of someone following me or watching me. I looked up and down the street and
thought I saw someone go into the hardware store. I walked quickly down to the
store and was about to walk inside when I saw Chris standing in front of their
door.

“Were you following me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“To make sure nothing bad happened to you.”

“What? I thought we were safe. I thought those guys
that came after you were dead and there was nothing else to worry about?” I
could feel my anger growing. He had made it seem like things were safe. He had
made it seem like he was staying with me because he wanted to spend time with
me, not because he was protecting me from someone.

“You are safe. I’m here.”

“No! Don’t lie to me like that. I thought you wanted
to spend time with me and that was why you were at my house.”

“I do want to spend time with you.” He flashed me that
smile and I couldn’t help but calm down a bit. It was hard to stay mad at him
when he was smiling like that.

“Do you have a gun right now?” I reached around and
tried to feel behind his back, but his skills at defensiveness far outweighed
my curiosity.

“Yes,” he said as he held me back with one hand.

“Chris, what are we going to do? I don’t want you to
get hurt again.”

He just smiled at me and grabbed my hand. We started
to walk back to my house.

“I’m not going to get hurt. My guys are taking care of
the rest of their team. I’ll just relax with you and get myself feeling
better.”

He seemed so calm and relaxed; I had no other option
but to believe him. But certainly something was going on. He wouldn’t have
followed me all the way through town if he
wasn’t
worried about something.