by Claire Adams
“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.
Chapter 35
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 cou
ple 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.
Chapter 36
“How about I walk with you and you can take pictures without worrying?” Chris said as we were walking back to the house.
“Alright, I did want to go out by the dairy farm and take some photos out there.”
“Let’s do it,” Chris said with an unusual amount of enthusiasm.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I doubted taking pictures was at all interesting to him, but his willingness to be enthusiastic about it was cute for sure. The dairy farm was almost two miles out of town, but it was a beautiful sunny day so it was well worth the time it took to get out there. The mid seventy-degree weather offered a slight breeze to cool us without dropping the temperature too much. I reached out for Chris’ hand to hold it as we walked.
He smiled and gripped me firmly, but I could tell that this type of intimacy was not something he was comfortable with. His whole arm tightened up and he held his hand almost motionless. I tried not to laugh out loud at his awkwardness.
Every now and then I noticed him looking around either to the side of us or behind us. Certainly not instilling confidence in his notion that we were not in danger. I thought I even noticed his jaw tensing as we got farther and farther away from the town. We really were sitting ducks if anyone was trying to get us.
As we walked down the dirt road, there was no place to hide and no escape if someone happened to come down this dirt road with wrongdoing on their mind. At the dairy farm, I stopped to visit with the owner. He seemed a little leery of Chris but warmed up to him when I said he was an ex-Navy Seal. Mr. Reynolds had been in the Navy also, many years before Chris though. The two men shook hands and Mr. Reynolds took us out to where the cows were grazing. He had a four-wheeler with two seats in the back and drove us quickly out to the top of the hill where the cows were.
“I’ve already let them into the field, I hope that works alright.”
“Yes, that will be great.”
“Just make sure the gate is closed when you head back to town. Have fun.”
Mr. Reynolds took his four-wheeler back toward his house and left us at the top of the hill with about a hundred cows grazing all around us. I started taking pictures immediately.
When I looked over at Chris, he seemed to be in protection mode and was eyeing a large cow that was walking slowly in our direction. He looked like he was ready to take the cow down if he needed to.
“You don’t have to be afraid of them, they won’t hurt us,” I said with a smile.
“I’m not afraid,” he said as he tried to play off his uncomfortable stance.
I could tell he was at least uncomfortable with the number of cows around us. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who spent a lot of time on a farm, especially this close to the animals of the farm. A young calf made her way toward us and I got down on my knees to take some pictures. She kept coming toward us with an interest that was very charming. Chris grabbed some grass and held it out in his hand.
I snapped some pictures of the two of them. Chris and his tall, muscular frame feeding the small baby calf, with the sun setting right behind them; it was perfect. I hoped that the lighting didn’t wash out Chris and the calf when I tried to develop the pictures.
“That was adorable,” Chris said as he looked at me.
I was concerned he was going to get mad at me for taking his picture again. I really hoped he didn’t force me to delete the photo, it was so perfect. He looked at me and then at the camera. I felt him trying to decide if it was alright that I took his picture. He seemed to be going through some sort of internal struggle. But he was silent and he did not force me to delete the picture.
“Yes, that was very adorable. Should we head back to town?”
I got up off the ground and Chris leaned over and wiped the grass off of my knees. He grabbed me close and kissed me. The spontaneous gesture was just another reason I was starting to fall for this guy. He grabbed my hand and held it in his as he led the way back into town. His grip seemed more comfortable this time and he was much more relaxed. He was getting a hold of this whole boyfriend thing.
Wait, boyfriend…is that what he was? I didn’t know the answer and wasn’t about to ask him. I felt like we were a couple now, but I wasn’t really sure. Maybe my perception of things was different than his. It wasn’t the right time to talk about things; we had had enough deep conversations for today.
We continued into town and turned down the street toward my house. When we got close enough, I could see that the front door was open. I turned and looked at Chris, who instantly went into his protector mode. He brought us down the alley behind the house to see if there were any cars or anything. Then he opened the garage and did a quick look through my dark room.
“Get in your dark room and lock the door. You understand me?”
I shook my head yes and quickly went into the room.
Chris had his gun drawn and took the sling off his hurt arm. He seemed to be able to move it slightly, but I could only imagine how much pain he was in.
“Chris,” I said as my eyes started to well up with tears.
“I’ll be fine. Lock the door. I’ll be right back.”
My brain raced with thoughts of what was going on. Why would someone try to break into my house? I could hardly breathe because of how scared I was. I tried over and over to take a deep breath and nothing seemed to help.
Chapter 37
Chris was gone for what seemed like forever. I sat at a table in the corner of my dark room in the pitch black. I didn’t hear any shooting and for that I was very grateful. I closed my eyes and tried to listen as hard as I could. I didn’t know what else I was listening for, as long as there weren't gunshots I was pretty happy.
I heard a noise outside the garage and the door opened. I tucked myself even deeper into the corner of the room. My heart pounded with excitement and I was so afraid someone was coming for me.
“Katelyn, it’s me,” Chris said.
Oh what a relief. I jumped up and opened the door. Chris looked perfectly fine so I let out a sigh.
“What happened? Did I just leave the door open or something?”
“No, I’m afraid not. Let�
�s go get some of your things and then you are going to need to stay somewhere else while I figure out what is going on.”
We walked back up to the house and I could tell that the front door had been kicked in. It seemed odd that they would kick in the front door considering the back door was much older and would have been easier to get through. But I figured whomever it was who had kicked in the door didn’t really care which door was easier. My house looked like it had been torn apart. Furniture was moved, carpets lifted up; someone was certainly looking for something.
“Who are they? What were they looking for?”
“I thought there had been three men the other day when I got shot, but I couldn’t tell for sure because things happened so quickly. One of them must have gotten away and now he knows I’ve been staying with you.”
“What does he want?”
“The guns, but he can’t have them. Or he wants more money. The guns are already in Chicago and we aren’t paying them any more money. I’m going to have to go back to Chicago and see if I can figure out what is going on.”
I could feel the color draining out of my face. I couldn’t be left alone. These people were trying to find guns and would obviously kill if they didn’t get what they wanted. My heart raced and I could feel the room getting wobbly.
“Um, I don’t feel good,” I said just before my knees gave out and I started to fall. Chris, of course, caught me and set me down gently in one of the chairs. He closed the front door the best he could and brought me a glass of water.
“What do you need from here? Absolute minimum,” he said as he prepared to go up the stairs.
“Clothes and my mom’s jewelry box.”
Chris was gone for only about three minutes before he returned with a bag full of my things. He grabbed me by the arm and took me out to my car. He already had the keys in his hand and we were driving down the street before I even knew what was going on.
