Chapter 4
Chris drove carefully on the winding road down from his cousin's cabin. Catherine was napping again in the seat next to him. She was acting like a Marine recruit in basic training, he decided. Sleep deprived and taking every opportunity to catch up. He went over what she had said as part of 'fessing up.' There were still holes in her story, but the thing that impressed him was the incredible body.
Once she had let her guard down in the trees, it didn't take him long to notice the body wasn't just college athlete fit. No, the body was agent trained and tuned. What did that mean?
She sleepily reached out and grasped his hand, keeping her eyes closed. "Which apartment are we going to?"
"Mine. I have to beat the no sex thing out of you."
"I was kidding."
"You are the loveliest sleeping beauty I have ever met."
"Hmmm."
At my house, I eased her out of the seat and insisted on carrying her to my door. She was still kissing the side of my neck as her feet touched the floor.
"We are supposed to be working, not falling back into bed together."
She didn't get any choice and shortly found herself cuddled with me under my blanket. "It's just us against the world, isn't it?"
We had our clothes on, but I slid my hand down the back of her pants and squeezed gently. Her leg was over mine, the rest of her half on top. "Last night, being tight with you was the best way to think I have ever had."
"Silly man, I bet you lie there only thinking sex. Look where your hand is right now."
I pulled her head up by the long hair and kissed her. "Wench, you have many charms. You've seduced me with your tricks. Now your fine mind is going to get us out of this jam we are in."
"I thought you were going to say we could screw our way out of it." She shook with laughter and reached to trace my lips with her tongue.
I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. She put her head down and lay quietly for a few minutes. It was a surreal moment. Tight again with a woman I hadn't even known a couple of weeks ago.
"You can't sleep your way out of this, either." She was alternately licking and biting my ear. The pants were coming off if she didn't stop that.
"Isn't there something in the agent training manual about maintaining emotional distance from members of the opposite sex?"
She giggled. "That was written before gay rights."
"You have to wrap yourself in a cocoon of denial, suppressing every instinct?"
She rubbed her sex on my thigh. "Suppression doesn't seem to be in your vocabulary."
Shortly, we were naked and her body was welcoming me. We squished together and she laughed. "This is going to get us killed if we don't look out."
I didn't want to think about dying at that moment. Life was good, very good. She humped at me and moaned. I concentrated on a quick, hard fuck that brought us both off. The agent body was alive under me, twisting, bucking, heels on my bum. My cock was enjoying the contest, plunging deep and pulling way back.
Her scream took us both over the top. The thought passed through my mind that sex with her wasn't getting stale. We were still learning about each other. Learning in a very, very nice way.
In the shower, she was emotional. "Damn, Chris, you do something to me. I'm almost crying that was so good."
Then in my lap, a towel around her head. "Let's go to my place. I'll make sandwiches and we will try to stay out of bed. Even aside from our agent problems, I have a pile of work to do. Your girlfriend is not home free yet."
In the car, I said, "We shouldn't put it beyond them to bug our apartments."
She pulled my hair and asked, "Do they care if you have a girlfriend, and if it is me?"
"I'm sure as hell not going to pretend with another woman."
"You are not going to take me to the park for sex?"
"The clumsiest PI would find us out in a minute. Your screams are a terrible giveaway."
She cuffed me. "I am going to squeeze your balls until you scream as loud as I do." Her look was dark until she laughed.
In the kitchen, she babbled a constant stream of small talk about work. I rolled my eyes and grunted in response, playing the tall, dark and silent boyfriend. Now she was rolling her eyes.
Outside in her backyard, she quietly asked, "Where do we get to talk about our issues?"
I munched on the sandwich. "Your boyfriend is going to develop insomnia and take you for moonlight walks."
"I like that. The sleepy girlfriend and the wideawake boyfriend."
She settled in my lap and closed her eyes. I kissed the tip of her nose. "Why aren't we taking this more seriously? You said at the cabin we could get killed."
Her arms went around my neck and her lips found mine.
"I had six months of training. Six really hard months. Drill sergeant hard. I was always in the top ten. I'll bet you were too, when you did those death marches in Seals' training."
I resisted the impulse to take her inside to the bed and pressed her tighter to my chest.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "There is something I haven't told you. I'm an orphan. My parents were killed in a car accident and their friends took me in and adopted me when I was two years old. I love them dearly, but there are still moments when I feel terribly alone. One reason I'm an agent is because it helps my sense of belonging and of being strong enough to take on the world by myself."
Oh wow. This time I didn't resist the impulse and walked to her bedroom. When I had us cuddled together under the bed cover, she said, "You know something else, you are the only guy I have ever felt safe with. That's probably why I fall asleep on you all the time. When you have me in your arms like this, I don't have any worries."
She was quiet so long I thought another nap was happening, but she poked her head up and said, "There's another something else. You are the only guy I have ever been orgasmic with." She wiggled her butt under my hand and chuckled down in her throat.
"So, you don't have an agent in here, you have an orgasmic clinging vine basket case!"
I licked her ear. "I'll take her. I'll take her. I love you just the way you are."