Seduced by Three by Sylvia Ryan Read Free Book Online

many people on the beach and piers to do what she wanted to do, so she found a concealed area in a grove of trees and high grass, away from the beach, and waited for the stragglers to return back to their homes. It seemed to take forever for everybody to end their day of fishing and pack it up.
    When the coast was finally clear, she moved out of the trees and entered the pier area. In the unfamiliar pitch-black darkness of a nighttime with no ambient lighting, she searched thoroughly for any signs of life. There were none. She quickly ran to the end of one of the concrete piers, stripped herself naked, and slipped quietly into the lake.
     

Chapter 5
    From his vantage point, Van Goodwin had a panoramic view of the people choking the shoreline, bathing, fishing, and filling containers with water. They were washing themselves in the polluted lake while others filled their jugs to the brim with the brown human soup. This was not going to end well.
    Van also saw the woman sitting, almost completely hidden in the little island of trees and brush, farther inland. He’d been keeping an eye on her for over an hour. She sat eerily still, patient, deliberate in her caution. He scanned her with his binoculars from time to time. At first, he saw nothing special. Her body language gave him the impression she was a tomboy. She sat on the ground, knees bent up with a forearm resting on each knee. Her face was serious and held an edge of rebellion. It looked good on her. But then, everything probably looked good on her. She was a natural beauty with delicate features and serious eyes. After an hour of surveillance, her calm focus captivated him. The longer she sat motionless, the more curious he was as to what her endgame was.
    As the daylight faded, the shoreline gradually emptied of people. Fishermen walked home with their poles, some grasped their catch in the opposite hand. Van noted that not very many of the fishermen were successful. There would be a lot of hungry people crowding this shore soon, and the successful fishermen would have to protect their catches with their lives.
    The sun had long set by the time the shoreline was clear. In the sultry darkness, the drone of the crickets and the lapping of the lake water bathing the shore were the only sounds. With the absence of any light pollution, the stars popped against the inky black of the night. Still she sat motionless, waiting.
    Van packed away his binoculars and put his night vision in place just in time to catch the woman in action. Now that she was on the move, she looked confident, advancing quickly and gracefully to the end of the pier. It took her no more than a minute to strip off her clothes and lower herself into the black of the lake. But in that time, Van’s hungry gaze grazed every contour of her slender body and lingered on the perky upturn of her breasts, before she submerged slowly into the water.
    “Damn,” Van whispered to himself as he descended to the shoreline and waited under cover of darkness for her to return from the end of the pier.
    He watched the green night vision image of her lifting herself out of the water. She slipped on a scrap of material that could barely be called panties, followed by her pants. Kneeling at the edge of the huge block peeking out of the water, she dunked her tank top, washing it as best she could before putting the wet piece of clothing on, and then tucked her pistol into her waistband.
    Van sighed and shook his head. It was incredibly risky for her to be out here on her own, even if she carried a weapon and knew how to use it.
    “It’s not safe out here alone,” he said to her as she walked by him in the dark.
    She whipped around, her hand gripping the butt of her gun.
    Van got the full and oh-so-beautiful view of the thin material of her tank top plastered to her skin and the hard tips of her nipples reacting to the cold.
    “Whoa, whoa. Cool it. Not the enemy here,” he said, indicating his military uniform.
    “You