Waiting for Him

by Samantha Cole

  Fuck, he needed a cold shower. But that would leave her vulnerable. He’d have to find another way to tame his raging hard-on until Jake returned to keep watch. Grabbing a Men’s Fitness magazine from his duffel, he moved to his bed and sat with a pillow between his back and the wall while crossing his ankles. He covered his erection with another pillow and flipped through the pages until he found an interesting article to read.

  A few minutes later, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to find Kat staring at him. Her sleepy expression made him smile. “Feel better?”

  She stretched her arms and back and he bit his tongue as the actions thrust her chest toward him. “Yeah, I needed that.”

  Snorting, he tore his eyes away from her breasts and focused on the magazine in front of him. But he couldn’t concentrate on any words at the moment “I’m sure you did. Jake went to check a few things out. Are you hungry? I’ll have him pick up a pizza or something on his way back.”

  Throwing the sheets off her hips and legs, she stood and walked toward the bathroom. “I don’t know what it is about being around you guys, but I’m hungrier now than I’ve been in months. Pizza sounds good, and maybe a salad?”

  ‘…I’m hungrier now than I’ve been in months.’ Baby, you have no idea… I haven’t been this hungry in years. And I’m not hungry for food. “Yeah, sure, I’ll let him know.”

  “I’m going to grab a quick shower to wake up.”

  “Mm-hmm. K.”

  The door closed behind her and Boomer clutched the pillow in his lap, pumping his hips a few times in frustration. It’d taken everything in him not to reach out, pull her down on top of him, and ravage her. Now all he had to do was not think about her getting undressed and lathering her naked body. Fuck—easier said than done. When Jake got back and took over the watch, he’d jump into the shower and give himself some relief. Picking up his phone, he typed off a quick text to his teammate and tossed it on back on the nightstand.

  The bathroom door opened a few inches and Kat stuck her head out. “Benny, I should’ve brought my bag in with me. Can you hand it to me, please?”

  Shit, was she kidding? If he walked over to her, there would be no way she would miss his rigid shaft bulging through his jeans. And why couldn’t she come out and get it herself? A light bulb went off in his head…she’d started getting undressed. Ah, hell. Now he was hard and throbbing.

  She was patiently staring at him. Fuck! He didn’t have much choice. Biting his lip, he threw caution to the wind along with the pillow and stood. He grabbed her bag and strode over to the bathroom door, hoping she wouldn’t look at his crotch. And of course, the moment he had the thought, her eyes flickered downward and her cheeks bloomed as she spotted his package.

  Boomer’s eyes traveled up her bare arm as she reached out for the bag. There was nothing but pure ivory skin on her shoulder and he caught a peek of the white towel she was using to cover herself. Before he could say or do anything, she shyly looked away and closed the door with a muttered thanks. Bracing his arms on the door jamb, he let his head drop forward. A few seconds went by before he realized he hadn’t heard the lock engage. Was that an invitation?

  He reached for the doorknob and hesitated. If he was wrong, he’d screw up everything. He still didn’t know if she had a boyfriend back in Portland, and that was the first thing he needed to address. Sighing, he left the doorknob alone and ran his hand through his hair instead. First things first, ass-hat. Get her out of danger, then you can start thinking with your dick again.

  Plopping back down on his bed, he grabbed his phone again when a text message chimed. It was from Georgia Branneth.

  Hi, Master Ben. I was hoping we could negotiate a scene tonight. Please let me know. g.

  Boomer stared at the message. He’d hooked up with the submissive several times over the past few months, but had made it clear what they had together stayed at the club and she was good with it. The short raven-haired cutie was a recently divorced high-school teacher and had no desire to jump into another relationship. She was sweet, fun, and an incredible fuck. In addition to teaching, she was also a gymnastics coach, and was extremely limber which made for interesting sexual acrobatics. And less than twenty-four hours ago, he would’ve been fantasizing about some new positions. But now, in his brain, Kat had replaced the women in every one of his fantasies. Shit, he was a goner. And now he had to find a way back into her heart because he didn’t think either one of them would settle for anything less.

  Sorry g. Out of town.

  :( K. Next time.

  Boomer sighed. There might not be a next time, but he wouldn’t tell the sub that in a text. And he definitely wouldn’t say anything until he was sure Kat was single and on the same page as him. The room was silent and all he could hear was the shower running. Damn it. He was never going to get rid of his erection if he kept thinking about Kat lathering herself under the spray of warm water. Grabbing the TV remote, he hit the power and then volume buttons.

  By the time Kat opened the door and exited the bathroom, he had his cock back under control and he willed it to stay that way. She’d changed into a pair of gray sweat pants and black T-shirt with the logo for J&E International K9 over her left breast. Her feet were bare and he wondered if she would be opposed to another foot massage. His cock twitched and he shoved the thought from his brain. If Jake didn’t get here soon, Boomer was going to have a serious case of blue balls. For fuck’s sake, he couldn’t even look at her feet without getting aroused. How screwed up was that?

  He heard two then three knocks on Jake’s door, before it swung open and his teammate walked into the other room. Striding through the go-between door, he carried in a large pizza box and several bags. Thank God. Boomer jumped up, grabbed his duffel, and headed to the bathroom. He passed a curious looking Kat. “Start without me. I’m taking a quick shower.”

  “Okay. But you better hurry otherwise I might eat yours.”

  Boomer shut the door a little harder than he should have.

  ‘Okay…I might eat yours.’ His mind was racing. Jesus H. Christ, ass-hat. Get your fucking mind out of the gutter. Not everything out of her mouth is an innuendo. Get in the shower, fire off your rifle, and keep it under control.

  He turned on the shower and took a deep breath. Fuck! The room smelled of her body soap. This was getting so out of hand. Stripping fast, he climbed into the tub and grabbed the courtesy bar of soap. Tearing the paper off, he got it wet and lathered up. One hand against the wall, the other around his aching cock, he closed his eyes and groaned softly. He dragged his fist down to the root and back up to the head. Up and over, down and back up again. His hips began to pump as Boomer imagined Kat on her knees, sucking and licking him. Her lips would be soft and plump, her mouth warm and inviting. He’d grasp her hair and guide her in taking him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of her throat. Take it, Kitten. Lick me like I’m a bowl of cream. He tightened his fist and picked up the pace. Yeah, baby, suck it hard. I’m going to cum down your throat and you’re going to swallow every drop. Are you ready, Kitten?

  “Ah, fuck,” he hissed as he shot his jizz into the shower spray, then yanked on his cock until there was nothing left. Light-headed, he leaned heavily on his other hand against the wall, and tried to catch his breath.

  Yup, he and Kat were going to have to have a talk, because he wanted her more than ever.

  * * *

  Kat flipped back and forth from one side to the other, sleep eluding her for several reasons. She was in a strange room and bed, and the walls were paper-thin, so she heard every noise outside their room in the parking lot. But Benny sleeping on the other bed, and her body hyper-aware of the fact, were the main reasons she was wide awake at two a.m.

  She flopped back over to her left side and stared at the beautiful man lying a few feet away. She could see him thanks to the light from the motel sign breaching the curtain’s edges. Sometime in the last hour, he’d kicked his covers off. Whi
le he was wearing a pair of sweatpants, his torso was bared for her viewing pleasure. And what a pleasure it was. His shoulders, chest, and abs were sculpted perfection and she longed to touch each valley and peak. With her hands. With her tongue.

  Moisture pooled between her legs and she squeezed her thighs together. Over the years, she’d only had a few dates. She tried to have a normal life, but the whole time she always kept one eye looking over her shoulder, ready to run at a moment’s notice. And most of those dates had never panned out. The closest she’d ever come to having a boyfriend was about two years ago.

  Tim Hartman had been a local police officer who’d gotten a new canine partner. He’d flirted with Kat during his training time at the facility where she worked and she was flattered. He was a good-looking man, two years older than her, and he made her laugh, which wasn’t something she did often. She had too much sorrow in her life, too much stress. They had dated six weeks, but every time she tried to relax during intimate moments, she couldn’t. He’d been understanding at first, but after several weeks of not advancing past kissing and petting, he’d gotten frustrated and then lost interest.

  On the other bed, Benny took a gasping breath and began to twitch and moan. Flailing his limbs, his breathing increased, as Kat sat up. What was he dreaming of? Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. When he let out a pain-filled cry, she threw off her covers and leapt to his side. If she didn’t wake him soon, Jake would hear him and think they were in trouble.

  Kat sat down on the thin space between him and the edge of the bed, shaking his shoulders. “Benny. Ben, wake up.” He groaned louder and thrashed his legs. She tried harder. “Benny, please wake up.”

  * * *

  Boomer lunged into a sitting position and grabbed his left leg. The sudden movement almost sent Kat flying onto the floor and she clutched his arm to prevent it. He was panting and disoriented for a moment before the present came rushing back to him. His arm went around her waist to keep her from falling. “Holy shit, Kat, are you okay? What happened? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “N-no, you didn’t, no. Are you okay? You were moaning and stuff.”

  Running his other hand through his hair, he felt the dampness on his forehead. He was sweating like a pig, damn it. The frequency of his nightmares had been easing off these past few months, but every once in a while they reared their ugly heads. He could still hear the roar of the RPG as it hit the truck he’d just jumped out of, the screams of the injured, the ringing in his ears which had taken days to disappear. The image of his shin bone sticking out of his leg still made him nauseous to think about. But he was alive…and still had all his limbs attached. Some of the other SEALs and Marines, who’d been there when they’d come under attack, hadn’t been as lucky. As he concentrated on getting his breathing back to normal, he downplayed the nightmare to Kat, trying to ease the worried expression in her face. “Yeah. Just some flashbacks to when I got hurt. I guess it’s a good thing they only come when I’m sleeping. Some guys I served with get them while they’re awake.”

  “Stay here a sec.” She jumped up and disappeared into the bathroom. Boomer heard water running and then she returned with a wet washcloth. He was shocked when she sat beside him again and began to wipe the sweat from his face, neck, and shoulders. His muscles froze, and as cool as the cloth felt against his sizzling skin, he wished there was nothing between her hand and his flesh. Goosebumps popped up everywhere and his dick twitched. Swallowing hard, he watched her face as her gaze followed the cloth gliding down his arms. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to touch her. Kiss her. Own her. He’d deal with the fall-out later.

  Reaching up, he cupped her chin and she started, her eyes flashing up to his in surprise. He was in awe of her and his voice came out as a raspy whisper. “You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, Kitten.”

  Her jaw dropped at his statement, and he took advantage of it. Rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip, he inched his head forward. He gave her time to back away. But when a small gasp escaped her and her breathing increased, all the reasons why this was a bad idea flew from his mind. Drawing her closer, he tilted his head and replaced his thumb with his mouth. Oh, dear God in heaven! He’d dreamed of this moment, a moment he’d been certain would never happen again. She tasted of wine, roses, and sunshine, and everything else poets compared women to.

  Boomer leaned back and pulled her with him until she was draped across his bare torso. Holding her head in place, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting and savoring. His other hand skimmed down the T-shirt she’d worn to bed and clutched her ass cheek through her cotton shorts. He shifted and grinded his hard shaft against her mound, causing her to moan and shiver. Mouths melded, teeth clashed, and tongues dueled as she buried her hands in his hair.

  Flipping her on her back, Boomer followed, never taking his mouth from hers. His hands were everywhere at once. Her hair, breasts, waist, and hips. Skin, he needed to feel skin. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he began to tug it upward and felt her stiffen. What the fuck? She wanted him to stop? Fuck, she did have a boyfriend, didn’t she?

  He ripped his mouth from hers and sat up. Trying to get his breathing and cock under control, he stood and paced the room while running his fingers through his tousled hair. “Shit, Kat. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…I mean…you must have a boyfriend, right?”

  “No.”

  Boomer screeched to a halt and gaped at her. “No?”

  Swallowing hard, Kat shook her head. “No. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

  No? Then why did she freeze when he tried to take things further? Because you haven’t seen each other in twelve years, you ass-hat. You’ve only known she was still alive for about thirty-six hours and you’re ready to rip her clothes off. She deserves better than that.

  “Oh.” He ran a hand down his face. “Well, I’m still sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped you like that. We should…” He cleared his suddenly dry throat. “We should get back to sleep. We’ve got to get up in a few hours, because I want to be at the bank when they open.”

  * * *

  Kat bit her lip and nodded before moving back to her own bed. She watched as Ben made a quick run to the bathroom, then lay back down. His eyes were avoiding her and he shifted onto his left side, facing away from her. She sighed inwardly.

  Her heart was still pounding, her blood still boiling with arousal. The dampness and tingling between her legs was proof she hadn’t wanted him to stop. She should have told him she’d never…but she hadn’t been able to. He’d felt and tasted so good. His body, his touch, was what her own had craved for the past twelve years. A few more minutes. She’d wanted a few more minutes in his arms. For the first time since she’d kissed him as a teenager, she wanted more. She wanted him. All of him. A few more…

  He was right, they needed sleep, not…not what they were just doing. But damn, she hadn’t wanted to stop. Maybe when this was all over, if she was still alive, they could pick up where they left off. Turning on her side, she closed her eyes, but it was a long time before sleep overtook her once more.

  Chapter 8

  “You see anything, Reverend?” Boomer spoke into his cell phone. It was ten after eight in the morning and Jake had been across the street for the past hour, scouting the area.

  “Nothing out of the ordinary. No one lingering except a bum in the alley over this way. I checked and he’s sleeping off a bender. You’re good to go.”

  “K. I’m putting my phone on vibrate, if you need me.” He disconnected the call and scanned the bank’s parking lot one more time before getting out of the rental they were using. On full alert, his head swiveled as he walked around to the passenger door and opened it for Kat. He hurried her across the lot and into the large brick building which housed the Wells Fargo Bank. There were a few occupants, but no one paid them any attention as they strode past the tellers and approached the only desk of three which didn’t have a rep already assisting a customer.

  The man
stood and gestured for them to take the seats across the desk from him. “Good morning, my name is Brad. How may I help you today?”

  “My friend’s father passed away and we found out afterward he had a deposit box here,” Boomer told him as they all sat down. It was a small lie, since they weren’t positive this was where Mr. Maier had opened the account. “We don’t know the box number, but we do have the key along with his death certificate.”

  “Okay, I’ll need a proper form of ID and then I’ll look up the account to see if there are any restrictions on it.”

  Kat handed the man the certificate and Florida ID which an FBI agent had dropped off last night. It was the first time in twelve years she’d had a driver’s license in her birth name. The picture was one Ian had snapped two nights ago at the office and then emailed to his contact in the federal agency. Since she hadn’t been wearing her wig in the photo, they’d left it in the car. Boomer had been nervous about it, but they didn’t want to make anyone in the bank suspicious.

  Her knee began to bounce as the banker studied the document, then began tapping away on his computer. Boomer reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, stilling her nervous movement. The contact sent tingles and heat up his arm, and a quick glance at her face told him she also felt the electricity between them. Giving his brain a mental shake, he focused on Brad across the desk from them.

  The banker stopped typing and frowned. Kat’s muscles clenched under his hand as Boomer asked, “Is there a problem?”

  “Uh, no, sir. I was just surprised to see the box hasn’t been accessed in over twelve years. But it was paid in full for twenty, so there’s no problem. The joint box-holders included Ms. Maier here, as well as an Alexei Maier and Sylvia Maier.”

  Kat eyes filled up. “Alex was my brother and Sylvia was my mom. They’re both deceased as well.”

  An expression of sympathy crossed the man’s face. “I’m sorry for you loss, Ms. Maier.”