Free Missionary Position (Masters of the Prairie Winds Club Book 7) by Avery Gale

finally quit asking, the humiliation still burned despite her friends’ assurance that there wasn’t anything wrong with her. Looking back, she had to admit he’d seemed more interested in hearing about her life before moving to the U.S. than he’d ever been with what she’d been doing recently. He’d told her small anecdotes about his family and friends, but never enough that she had felt as if she’d really gotten to know him.
    Lara took a deep breath trying to bring her thoughts back to the present when she heard the shower door open. She shook off the melancholy thinking about Simon inevitably brought on and turned to see Fischer watching her as if he was seeing her for the first time. It really should be illegal for any man to be so gorgeous. He had the face of an angel and Lara had watched women at Dark Desires literally walk into walls because they’d been staring at him. “What were you thinking about, cupcake?” His voice was soft—pure seduction, but there was no question he was going to demand an answer.
    Straightening, Lara turned to fully face him, but couldn’t seem to make herself meet his intensive gaze. “I was thinking about how strange my life is sometimes. How little I really know about dealing with people. I guess I started out thinking about my parents and just kept jumping from point to point until I was lost in the memory of how I was fooled by a man I met during college.”
    Fischer stepped into the shower with her, and prompted her to continue while he washed and conditioned her hair. “Tell me about him. You’ve never mentioned this before.” He was right, she and Fischer had talked a lot during their frequent lunches together at the club’s deli where she worked, but she’d never mentioned Simon because, quite frankly, she’d been embarrassed to admit how naïve and easily taken in she’d been. Just as she started telling the story, Peter stepped into the shower. He didn’t say anything, just smiled and nodded for her to continue.
    There were times when their ability to speak to one another telepathically was just plain creepy. It was obvious Peter hadn’t needed to ask what they were talking about because he already knew. But Fischer’s gentle touch kept her distracted enough that she divulged far more about her odd relationship with Simon than she had intended to. The tension in the small space was almost palatable by the time she’d finished telling them about her experience.

    Peter had entered the bathroom just as Fischer finished sending out his mental SOS. And listening to Lara’s story about Simon Ericson didn’t do a thing to allay his concerns for her parents, he was becoming more and more convinced they were more than simple missionaries. As a former Special Forces operative, Peter simply did not give any credence to coincidence. Ever.
    Why would a man who simply wanted to pick-up a pretty coed need to pretend to be a student? And even then, most civilians wouldn’t have the resources to be that well prepared. Oh, he could answer the question easily—to make sure his young, naïve mark felt safe enough to allow him to get close to her. Hell, the guy had clearly played Lara from the beginning. Most young women had been burned by guys often enough by the time they entered college that they were more than a little skeptical. But Lara’s upbringing had been so unconventional she’d been easily duped. And while she might not be willing to admit it, he’d heard the insecurity that had subtly entered her tone as she’d spoken. She’d taken the guy’s lack of interest in her physically as rejection. Personally, Peter wondered if the bastard hadn’t been gay because it was almost impossible to imagine any straight man being able to resist the little blonde beauty. Hell, he and his brother wanted to fuck her all the time—and while he was grateful the man hadn’t taken her, it was difficult to imagine how Ericson had dated her for several months and not enjoyed