Secrets (A Standalone Novel) (A Suspense Romance) (7 page)

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.

“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?”

“Katelyn, 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.

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.