I blinked rapidly at his quiet words, at the concern he was showing me. I hadn’t had anyone care about my well-being since I was fifteen years old. It caused my chest to ache, and all I wanted to do was lean into his light touch. Instead, I turned my head away only to see the man who apparently lived in the cabin next to mine staring at me with cold, detached dark eyes from his porch.
I took in a deep, shaky breath before letting it out again. When I felt more composed, I turned to look back at Ry. He’d put his hand back on the wheel and was watching me with soft eyes as he waited for me to respond. I wanted to thank him forcaring, for giving me something I hadn’t felt since before my sister was murdered.
“I don’t have a bathing suit,” I said instead.
Ry Nakamura smiled at me then. “I’m sure we can find something for you,” he replied, a twinkle in his eyes. I thought of the housekeeper, about how she was a lot bustier than I was, even if we were close to the same height and weight. “Just come over for dinner in about thirty minutes. After we eat, you can relax in the heated pool.”
It was too tempting to refuse, so I nodded. “Okay, Detective. If you can find me something to swim in, I’ll use your pool.”
His smile broadened. “You got it, Special Agent Parker. Though,” he said as I opened the door and stepped out. I turned back to look at him with one eyebrow raised in question for him to continue. “It is a private pool, and no one is around.”
“Okay…” I said slowly, not understanding what he was getting at.
“I’m just saying, bathing suits are optional. I don’t use one half the time.”
My face heated at his words. Without responding, I shut the door on his chuckle and slung my bag over my shoulder to head up the stairs to my cabin. I glanced over next door to see that the man, Dante, was no longer standing there. I sighed, wondering if he would ever let me apologize for my rudeness last night.
I set down my bag on the loveseat and was already starting to strip out of my clothing before I even hit the bedroom. After stowing my service weapon, I dropped my shirt on the floor and began toeing off my shoes, kicking them off to land wherever they landed. I shimmied out of my pants and panties, then unhooked my bra. I was standing in the room completely naked when I glanced to the side to see that the bedroom window was wide open, allowing the cool breeze to filter through the room.And that it faced the neighboring cabin’s bedroom. The bedroom whose window was also open.
“Shit,” I muttered and quickly covered my breasts when I saw movement. As I watched, the man next door stepped out of the bathroom, a towel rubbing at his long, dark hair, and nothing around his waist. “Fuck!” I quickly turned around and squeezed my eyes closed. “Jesus, Parker,” I whispered to myself. “Way to be a perv.”
I bent down to pick up my pants to toss them in the pile I’d started, knowing I hadn’t brought much and would need to do laundry sometime soon. It wasn’t enough of a distraction to take my mind off what I’d seen, though. Shaking my head at myself, I turned to hurry into the bathroom. No matter how much I cursed at myself for it, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander back to the window, only to see the man staring right at me.
His eyes weren’t so cold at the moment, not when he was staring at my mostly naked body. A wave of horror washed over me when the realization hit that I’d just bent over in front of the man. As I stood frozen in mortification, I saw his very long, very girthy shaft jerk then start to move as it grew even girthier,
With a squeak, I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Leaning back with my palms flat against the door, I stared at the ceiling as my breasts heaved with my heavy breaths. “Oh. My. God,” I moaned. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
I didn’t know whether I should laugh, curse, or cry, but what I did know was that Dante’s body had been imprinted on my mind. Every sinewy muscle, every scar. His very large…
“Nope,” I squeaked out, my breath coming out in short pants, “Not going there. Don’t think about it, Parker,” I demanded weakly. But I was. I couldn’t help it. He was the first man I’d ever seen naked that wasn’t on the other side of a computer screen. He could have been, though. The man had a cock thatput every other dick I’d ever seen to shame. His cock had been so distracting that I had barely noticed the scars or the metal prosthetic that started just below his knee.
It didn’t take much wondering to figure out how a guy who was in the military could have gotten those scars and lost a leg. No wonder he was so cold. He probably had severe PTSD, too. Damn it. Now I was feeling even worse that I had offended him. I didn’t know how I would ever find the nerve to approach him, though. Not after just bending over for him and showing him all my assets.
Rushing over to the shower, I yanked the handle hard, then stepped under the spray without waiting for it to heat up first. I shivered as the freezing cold water hit me, making my skin pebble all over my entire body. I let out a shocked breath, then just hung my head with my hands flat against the tile wall.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for the water to warm. I rushed through washing and conditioning my hair. Then I began soaping myself with the strawberry-scented body wash. As my hands slid over my nipples, my body jerked at the sensitivity. “Holy shit,” I whispered, as I ran my fingers over them again.
I closed my eyes and pictured Dante’s perfect body. A wave of desire hit me hard and fast at the memory of the way he’d started to get hard for me. For my body. I pinched both nipples between my fingers and let out a moan. I’d never felt that much need before, not with any porn I’d seen, not with any smutty book I’d read. Somehow, just that brief glimpse of the man who obviously disliked me very much was enough to light a flame inside me I hadn’t known existed.
I let my fingers slide down over my toned abdomen until I reached the top of my mons. Then, I slid them lower until I touched my clit. Just that single careful brush of fingers over my most intimate area was enough to send goosebumps overmy arms, so much worse than the ones that the cold water had caused.
I tried to reason with myself that it was wrong to do it, wrong to touch myself to the memory of a man I hadn’t even properly met yet. It had been an accident. I hadn’t meant to catch him naked, fresh from the shower. He hadn’t consented to being my fantasy material as I touched myself. But at the moment, I didn’t give a shit.
While squeezing my eyes shut, I thought of his cock, but instead of it only swelling a little in my mind, I pictured how it would look fully hard. I thought of what it might be like to have a man like that filling me. It would hurt, I knew. But it would be the best kind of pain. A different kind of pain than what I had grown used to.
I rubbed in circles over my clit, then dipped down to my entrance to feel the silky wetness there, and knew it had nothing to do with the water pouring down over me. After teasing my opening, I dipped one finger inside and moaned at how good it felt. A part of me was shocked at how ridiculously turned on I was. Another shameful part of me thought of Ry and Gage.
My mind about fritzed out completely when I imagined all three of them standing in front of me completely naked. I pulled my fingers back to my clit and my whole body jerked, making me cry out at the utter euphoria that blazed through me at the forbidden thoughts of three men, all naked, all staring at me with hunger. I shuddered through the climax that hit hard and unexpectedly fast.
“Shit. Fuck. Damn,” I moaned. It was the best orgasm I’d ever given myself, all from a fantasy about three unobtainable men who were all so fucking handsome it almost hurt to look at them.
I knew I should feel some kind of shame or regret for the fantasy I’d conjured, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Itwas just too good. Too perfect. I knew it could never happen, but it didn’t hurt to dream about it.
I shut off the water and grabbed a towel as I continued to shiver with the aftershocks of pleasure from my orgasm. I bit my lip as I ran the towel over my nipples. Instead of allowing myself to indulge further, I quickly finished drying, making sure the towel didn’t linger or rub any sensitive areas for too long.
I had no idea how long it had been since Ry had dropped me off, but I was sure I had run out of time. I jerked the brush hastily through my hair before pulling it back into a ponytail, then cracked open the bathroom door to peek out the still open window.
I sighed with relief when I saw that the other bedroom was dark. With the towel wrapped securely around my chest, I ran to the window and yanked the curtains closed. I would be more careful in the future before I ever strip my clothes off again.
