Page 39 of The Sniper
“God, no.I love the chill when you first get in.I know that’s weird.”
“Me, too,” I admit.
She grins at me stupidly, and I wipe the water off my face, then push away onto my back.
“So how long were you in the Air Force?”Tiffany asks, swimming near me.
“Nearly ten years,” I reply, flipping over and doing some strokes.Keeping a distance from the string bikini is my main objective after cooling down.
“What made you...I shouldn’t ask.”
I shouldn’t insist she asks, but I’m curious, and a part of me likes that she wants to know more.“You can ask.”
I figure she wants to know why I left.
“Why would you want to be a sniper?”
Ah.
Fuck.
That.
“It’s less bad guy that it looks in the movies.”I lie.“The Counter Sniper team protects US air bases around the world and provides support where needed.”
“Like bad guy stuff?”Tiffany brushes her hands over her dark hair like she’s a fucking Bond girl.
She better not dive underwater and glance at my crotch, or we are both in trouble.
Somehow, we’ve both treaded water and gotten closer.
“Bad stuff happens.”I rub a hand over my left pec, forcing away the memory that’s threatening to return.
“Is that why you left?”
“No, I really wanted to change my career so I could hover at the back of a room and listen to people talk about pink lipsticks.”I grin, unable to help myself.
Tiffany laughs, and as she does, her eyes sparkle, and the water running down her neck draws me like a moth to a flame.
“Which one was your favorite?”she plays along.
You.
I run a hand through my hair and shake it like a dog.
She squeals and dives under the water.I laugh, feeling a type of joy I haven’t in ages.When she tries to pop up, I playfully dunk her.
I go down with her to make sure I didn’t scare her, but she darts away like a damn mermaid.
I pursue her.
When my arms wrap around her, pulling us both out of the water, we gasp, draw in our breaths while laughing.Then it’s just me and her, holding onto each other, water dripping off us and our mouths way too close.
That’s when it hits me.
Our mouths are the least of my problems.My dick is hard, crushed between us, and there is no hiding what’s going on.
“Tiff,” I rasp, fighting the urge to kiss her, shaking my head.
