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That was true. We all dreaded leaving the Marines but not Lex. He was counting down the days so he could travel. We often joked that he was a nomad at heart.
"Tell your mom I said hi and I look forward to that barbecue. It's been a while since I've had some good home cooking."
"Pretty sure Kati wouldn't mind feeding you," Aaron teased.
I gave my friend the finger and climbed out of the truck. Aaron was too damn observant for his own good. Besides I wasn't old-fashioned. I didn't believe that a woman needed to cook for me. Although after watching Kati grocery shop, I wouldn't mind sitting in on one or two of her meals.
I settled into my vehicle, now at the curb in front of the house, and kept an eye on the living room. Now that it was dark enough outside, the glow from the TV flashed across the walls. I imagined myself sitting on the couch with Kati, her snuggled into my side as we watched a movie. Lucien would be lounging on the smaller sofa after a long day. Eventually, the movie would end and we would make our way down the hall to our bedroom. We would make love and then Kati and I would fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms. It would be the perfect way to end every day.
It's almost as if Kati could hear my thoughts. The next instant, the TV was turned off and I visualized Kati moving through the house. Locking the door, kissing Lucien good night and then walking to her own bedroom. A small lamp, or something similar, illuminated the space.
I felt like a perv as my eyes refused to glance away from the window that I assumed was Kati's bedroom. I pictured her going through her nightly routine and instantly my jeans were too tight. The space behind my zipper got smaller and smaller the more I imagined Kati stripping her shorts down her long tan legs, peeling her shirt over her head and possibly flinging her bra off, letting her gorgeous tits free of their confines for the first time all day.
I wanted nothing more than to help her shed the stresses of the day and find a way to help her relax. A woman like Kati deserved to be treated like a queen. A foot and calf rub to work out the knots after a long day on her feet. A back massage to loosen the tension that so easily sat on her shoulders. I would cater to her every need.
And once we hit the sheets, I would fuck the rest of the stress away until she was too tired to worry about anything.
I was still thinking of all the ways I wanted to make Kati mine when the front door swung open. Standing in the narrow ray of light was my every fantasy come to life. Like a moth to the flame, I immediately got out of my vehicle and, crossing the small tidy yard, headed straight toward her.
There was no oversized shirt attempting to hide all her curves tonight. Kati's choice of sleepwear this evening was far more dangerous. A white ribbed tank that did nothing to hide her pebbled nipples from my learing glare, and a pair of tiny silk shorts that I wasn't sure fully covered her ass. I would need to spin her around to confirm, but I was almost positive they could barely be classified as shorts at this point.
Her hair was thrown carelessly on top of her head and little wisps of pieces framed her freshly washed face. Everything about her look was downright delicious.
"Everything okay?" I asked, approaching the small porch. My voice was huskier than I would've liked, and my cock was painfully hard and demanding relief. First from the conjured-up images, and now with the real-life person standing in front of me.
"You can't spend another night in your car," she challenged.
If Kati thought crossing her arms over her chest would hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, she was sadly mistaken. All that did was bring those gorgeous breasts further into my line of sight. I had to force myself to pay attention to the conversation we were having.
"I most certainly can. I can spend weeks in there if it means you and Lucien will be okay."
This woman didn't have the slightest clue what lengths I would go to ensure they were safe. My car didn't even make the top ten worst places I had spent the night.
"No, you can't." Kati let out a frustrated sigh. "Because I'm offering my living room to you." She cut me off before I could protest. "I don't have a spare bedroom otherwise I would offer that. The house only has two bedrooms, which was never a problem until now, so yeah, I'm offering my living room and a really comfy couch. I refuse to take no as an answer."
I stepped up on the porch and moved closer so that I was crowding Kati's personal space. "Go inside, Kati." I could see she wanted to argue, so this time it was me who cut her off. "I'll be right in. I just need to turn my vehicle off."
We would be talking more about this arrangement but not on the front porch where her neighbors could see. It was bad enough that she was the talk of the town because of our first encounter. I refused to give the gossiping women further material to work with.
Once I was sure Kati was tucked safely inside, I jogged back to my vehicle. I turned off the ignition and locked up. With my keys in my hand, I forced myself to walk back up the sidewalk. Before I could knock, the door was swinging open and Kati was grabbing my arm and pulling me in.
I caught myself before I crashed into her.
"Sorry,” Kati said quickly, “but I just remembered Ms. Daisy can see my front porch from her parlor. The light isn't on but that doesn't mean she's not sitting in the dark watching the street like a creeper. I've had enough of being the center of attention to last me a lifetime."
"That's why I suggested you go inside." I smirked. Leaning back against the front door, I took my time soaking Kati in. I had yet to see her with a stitch of makeup on, and for some insane reason, that made me happy. I had met too many women over the years that caked that shit on so much that it was a shock to the system to wake up the next morning next to a different face than the one I went to bed with. I liked that Kati was the opposite.
"Do you need a grand tour or do you know where everything is?"
The layout of the house was simple. The kitchen was straight ahead with an attached breakfast area. The living room was to my right and off to the left were the bedrooms and a bathroom. I had seen a similar layout in dozens of homes. I didn't need a tour, but maybe if Lucien wasn't sleeping just down the hall, I might've taken her up on it.
"I'm good, but thank you."
Kati seemed disappointed. I wanted to tell her so was I.
"Good night, Easton."
"Sweet dreams, Kati." She was halfway down the hall when I remembered Lyla telling me that I would have to be the one to make the first move. "Kati, wait."
