“You picked up some interesting talents in the SEALs.”
Shaun felt surprise lift his brows.
“Your father talks. He’s proud.”
“Well, I can’t give the Navy complete credit. I participated in some building projects here and there, mostly for charity.”
“What are you doing with yourself nowadays?”
Shaun pointed to the roof.
“That’ll be done by the end of the week. What then?”
Good question. One he’d been asking himself whenever Tom or his mom or somebody else wasn’t asking. “I’m weighing my options.” Sounded better than fuck if I know.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said my crew was busy this summer. We could use more hands, particularly skilled ones. If you’re interested, let me know. I’ll put you to work.”
The knee-jerk refusal leaped to his tongue, because he’d been drifting and dabbling long enough. He needed to figure out his next move, not find another stop-gap, but what came out of his mouth instead was, “Thanks. I appreciate the offer—”
“One of the projects is the old Browning place.”
“Oh yeah?”
Longfoot nodded. “I bought it. We’re salvaging and rehabbing as much as possible. Stop by the job site next time you’re down that way. I don’t guarantee beer and porn these days, but I guarantee you’ll take a trip down memory lane.”
He never considered himself particularly nostalgic about his childhood, so the allure of the invitation surprised him. The impulse to load Virginia into the passenger seat of the Jeep and take a drive out to the Browning farm some free evening surprised him, too. He could picture her sitting beside him, a breeze ruffling her hair. A nice visual. Too bad it could never happen. In deference to her desire to keep things between them under the radar, he always came to her place after dark, parked down the street, and left well before dawn.
“What if I bring the beer and porn?”
Tyler grinned. “Then you’ll be the most popular visitor we’ve had so far.”
…
Something soft brushed over the bare skin along the inside of Ginny’s arm. Since her wrists were tied to her bedposts, there wasn’t much she could do to protect the vulnerable flesh.
“Go for a drive with me Friday evening.”
Shaun’s voice teased the tiny hairs in her ear canal, but the pillowcase he’d knotted around her eyes like a blindfold prevented her from seeing him. He was resourceful with the bed linens. The SEALs would be proud.
The brush swept along the underside of her breast, and then up to her nipple. She gasped as tiny bolts of pleasure ravaged her nerve endings. “What?”
The wide, soft-bristled brush trailed down the center of her torso. She writhed under the torture.
“I like this thing.” He swept the brush up the same path he’d just traveled, and swirled it over her other nipple. “What’s it for?”
“Applying blush,” she managed, and then moaned as he feathered the mink bristles over her skin.
“I’m not even sure what that is. Tell you what, sweet Virginia, I’m going to use it to make you come.” To prove his claim, he stroked down her stomach and brushed her pubic hair. She dug her heels into the mattress and raised her hips. She couldn’t help herself.
“Now that’s a staggering sight.”
The soft fan feathered along her inner thigh. Up, up, up. She held her breath as he dabbed her most sensitive parts, and then painted her other thigh with the damp bristles.
“Please.”
The brush swirled over her center again, but this time he turned it around and used the thick, wooden end. He slid it into her, but before she could say a word about the unanticipated penetration, his tongue flicked over her clit.
“Oh, God.”