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jumping on her for the second round?
    She seriously hated her stomach right now. What a way to kill the mood! Pissed off at herself, she strode past Scott and made her way downstairs, all the while mumbling to herself.
     
    Scott watched her stride in front of him, her face a dark cloud. Oh, he could guess what she was thinking, but he still felt it was the best thing to do. He and Drew didn’t want to scare her off right from the start, and asking her for too much too soon would certainly do that.
    She might think she wanted more now, and damn that was a kick to the head all right, but he knew her. Once she realized what they’d done, she’d get back down to earth and start thinking of the consequences.
    Reaching for the phone before she got to it, he ignored her black look and quickly hit the speed-dial. As he waited for the call to go through, he watched as she opened the fridge and leaned her head against the door. She looked so fragile right then, so unsecure, he fought the urge to go to her.
    “Joe’s Pizza! How may I help you?”
    The too-cheerful voice on the other end of the line brought him back to the moment. It didn’t take long to order their usual pizzas, all three very different, a bit like the people who ate them.
    The thought made him smile, and that’s how Kris spotted him when she turned around, her hand clutching a can of Coke. “What’s so funny?”
    “Nothing,” he quickly answered.
    She harrumphed and left the room, clearly intent on getting to the TV before he could. Or Drew could. Either way, he was pretty sure they’d end up watching something girly tonight. Considering how relaxed he was feeling after the amazing blowjob she’d given him, he didn’t particularly care.
    Damn, her mouth had been so fucking good.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    Kristyn had been in a horrible mood all week long, to the point that even some of her students had started to complain, whispering amongst themselves about her dour expression or the test that had been much harder than expected.
    Just that should have made her snap out of it.
    Instead, it was Friday night, she had the weekend to look forward to and yet she was undoubtedly pissed off. Angry. Upset.
    All of the above.
    She knew Drew and Scott were going to leave soon. She’d heard them talk about it only the night before, making lists of every piece of equipment they would bring with them. Sure, she wasn’t supposed to listen to that specific conversation, but it wasn’t as if she would do something about it. She lived with SEALs; she knew the drill. She knew the Navy had checked her out as soon as Scott and Drew had picked her as their new roommate. Housekeeper. Lover…
    She rolled her eyes at herself and dropped her purse onto the hallway table. Her keys clinked together, the sound jarring on its own. The garage door was open, but when she peeked inside no one was there. The lights were on though. Ranting, loudly at that, she turned them off and closed the door behind her.
    She was met by silence. No one else was here, and her mood darkened even more at the realization. She felt antsy, eager to do something yet not really sure what it could be. Settling in one of their armchairs, she leaned her head back against the cold leather and closed her eyes.
    Fact one: They were leaving soon.
    Fact two: She had no idea when they’d be back. If they’d be back.
    No, don’t think like that , she berated herself.
    Fact three: They’d seduced her, only to stop midway through.
    But why? she asked herself. Why would they go to all that trouble just to get blowjobs? Sure, they’d seemed to appreciate them, but they could have gotten the same, or near enough, from any girl out there. Shoot, ever since the whole Pakistan thing, SEAL groupies could be found in every corner of the base. Well, maybe not in it but in the town for sure. At every bar the Navy men hung out. Every restaurant, grocery store, gas station. They all wore the same outfits meant