We’d love to have you back. What are you gonna do?”
“I don’t know yet. That’s part of why I mentioned it, if you have any ideas. I’m feeling pretty happy to be back and thinking I never should’ve left. What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Decided to give civilian life a try.”
“Contract was up?” Tristan asked, knowing Marines served for eight years at a minimum.
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing now?”
“Pestering Quinn.”
“How well does it pay?”
“The wine is pretty good.”
Tristan laughed. On hearing the toilet flush, he grew serious and said, “I need a favor.”
“Name it.”
“Ryan suspects CMS is selling stolen bikes or parts. I think they have mine but can’t be sure.” He related what he’d seen earlier and asked, “Is there any way you can discreetly check it out?”
“Maybe,” said Riley. “I can see if there’s a good place to watch from with a scope, see if your bike turns up. Other than that, I’m not sure there’s much I can do. I don’t want to get into trespassing without more to go on.”
“I understand. I don’t want you getting into anything over me.”
“You already did, sport.”
Tristan shook his hand, letting go just as Victoria reappeared. The last thing he wanted was for her to know he had Riley spying for him.
Victoria looked around at the living room’s cozy fireplace, sectional sofas, and cherry tables, and the matching dining room behind her. “I haven’t been in here in forever. It still looks the same, pretty much.”
“Connor’s not big on change,” Riley remarked. “Nothing to change anyway, except a bigger kitchen.” With a nod, he indicated the ongoing renovations in that room, where two Latino workmen tromped through the foyer on their way out for a lunch break.
“Where is he?” Tristan asked.
“Patio.”
“Okay. Tell him I’m going to go change into some of his clothes. Mine were taken with the bike. Be right back.”
He took Victoria’s hand and led her up the wooden stairs that overlooked the living room. Once at the top, they headed down the long hallway to the master bedroom, where he helped himself to some of Connor’s pants, shirts, socks, and underwear. He and Connor had regularly shared clothes growing up, making other people even more prone to calling them twins. With a comment about feeling weird seeing into Connor’s underwear drawer, Victoria headed for the room across the hall. Tristan followed, stripping naked and sneaking up behind her as he threw the change of clothes on the bed there.
“Do you remember this room?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her.
She leaned back into him. “Of course.”
“This is where you took my virginity. And I yours.”
“I’m pretty sure you wholeheartedly gave it to me.”
He slowly spun her around, surprising her with the sight of him in the buff. “Let’s relive the moment and finish what you started in the car.”
“It’d be a little odd, what with your brothers downstairs. And the door open.”
“They’ve seen it all before,” he joked, kicking the door behind him shut without looking.
“I didn’t know you were so naughty,” she purred.
“Yes, you did.”
With that, he pressed his lips to her lush mouth, which eagerly strained against his. Her tongue slipped inside his lips to be warmly greeted. His hands deftly undid the buttons on her jeans. Then he shoved a hand into her panties along her trembling backside, giving her a squeeze that made her gasp amidst their kiss. He probed deeper, in between and past her warm cheeks, his middle finger searching for and finding her moist folds, which were already soaked. When she eagerly pushed her pussy against his finger, he obliged by slipping it inside her. She moaned into his mouth and then pulled her lips away.
“We can’t take too long or they’ll start to wonder,” she panted.
“A quickie.”
In agreement, she shoved her pants down until he took over, stripping her from the
“I don’t know yet. That’s part of why I mentioned it, if you have any ideas. I’m feeling pretty happy to be back and thinking I never should’ve left. What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Decided to give civilian life a try.”
“Contract was up?” Tristan asked, knowing Marines served for eight years at a minimum.
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing now?”
“Pestering Quinn.”
“How well does it pay?”
“The wine is pretty good.”
Tristan laughed. On hearing the toilet flush, he grew serious and said, “I need a favor.”
“Name it.”
“Ryan suspects CMS is selling stolen bikes or parts. I think they have mine but can’t be sure.” He related what he’d seen earlier and asked, “Is there any way you can discreetly check it out?”
“Maybe,” said Riley. “I can see if there’s a good place to watch from with a scope, see if your bike turns up. Other than that, I’m not sure there’s much I can do. I don’t want to get into trespassing without more to go on.”
“I understand. I don’t want you getting into anything over me.”
“You already did, sport.”
Tristan shook his hand, letting go just as Victoria reappeared. The last thing he wanted was for her to know he had Riley spying for him.
Victoria looked around at the living room’s cozy fireplace, sectional sofas, and cherry tables, and the matching dining room behind her. “I haven’t been in here in forever. It still looks the same, pretty much.”
“Connor’s not big on change,” Riley remarked. “Nothing to change anyway, except a bigger kitchen.” With a nod, he indicated the ongoing renovations in that room, where two Latino workmen tromped through the foyer on their way out for a lunch break.
“Where is he?” Tristan asked.
“Patio.”
“Okay. Tell him I’m going to go change into some of his clothes. Mine were taken with the bike. Be right back.”
He took Victoria’s hand and led her up the wooden stairs that overlooked the living room. Once at the top, they headed down the long hallway to the master bedroom, where he helped himself to some of Connor’s pants, shirts, socks, and underwear. He and Connor had regularly shared clothes growing up, making other people even more prone to calling them twins. With a comment about feeling weird seeing into Connor’s underwear drawer, Victoria headed for the room across the hall. Tristan followed, stripping naked and sneaking up behind her as he threw the change of clothes on the bed there.
“Do you remember this room?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her.
She leaned back into him. “Of course.”
“This is where you took my virginity. And I yours.”
“I’m pretty sure you wholeheartedly gave it to me.”
He slowly spun her around, surprising her with the sight of him in the buff. “Let’s relive the moment and finish what you started in the car.”
“It’d be a little odd, what with your brothers downstairs. And the door open.”
“They’ve seen it all before,” he joked, kicking the door behind him shut without looking.
“I didn’t know you were so naughty,” she purred.
“Yes, you did.”
With that, he pressed his lips to her lush mouth, which eagerly strained against his. Her tongue slipped inside his lips to be warmly greeted. His hands deftly undid the buttons on her jeans. Then he shoved a hand into her panties along her trembling backside, giving her a squeeze that made her gasp amidst their kiss. He probed deeper, in between and past her warm cheeks, his middle finger searching for and finding her moist folds, which were already soaked. When she eagerly pushed her pussy against his finger, he obliged by slipping it inside her. She moaned into his mouth and then pulled her lips away.
“We can’t take too long or they’ll start to wonder,” she panted.
“A quickie.”
In agreement, she shoved her pants down until he took over, stripping her from the
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