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to eating K rations. “I’ll head down to the kitchen and see what’s available and cook up something. I’ll make enough for everyone.”
    He nodded, but said nothing. I glanced outside, saw that it was nearing late afternoon. “You don’t expect me to eat with you or anything, do you?”
    “You can eat anywhere, anytime you please,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed, the boxer briefs still clenched in his hand. “I usually eat on the back patio when the weather is nice, and you’re welcome to join me anytime you wish. If you don’t, you can eat in the kitchen, or up in your room. It makes no difference to me.”
    With that, he focused on getting his skivvies on, leaning forward slowly as he lowered his hand holding them toward his feet. “Didn’t they give you a grabber?” I asked as I watched him struggle with the underwear.
    “A what?” he asked, looking up with a frown.
    “A grabber… it’s a long device with a handle on one end, like a bike brake handle, and a claw on the other… it’s often used with elderly patients with arthritis,” I explained. “Makes it easier to pull on socks, underwear—”
    “I don’t need any grabber!” he interrupted, his scowl darkening.
    “Okay,” I shrugged. I decided to leave him be and see what was available in the kitchen. As I neared his bedroom door I glanced over my shoulder.
    “What time is your friend coming? I’ll make sure something’s ready by then.”
    He glanced up, the scowl still present. “Whenever he gets here. Just have something ready and I can take care of the rest by myself.”
    I nodded and quickly left the room, exhaling a huge sigh of relief as I headed down the stairs and back along the hallway to the kitchen.
    I busied myself in the kitchen for a while, trying to cool down the sexual heat that had nearly gotten the best of me. Never in my life had I experienced such wild imaginings. I explored the cupboards and the refrigerator, trying to figure out what to make for dinner.
    A short time later, I heard the doorbell ring and figured it was his friend. I remained in the kitchen. Let him answer his own damn door. I didn’t hear anything after that and busied myself making up a stew.
    Before I knew it, an hour had gone by. I didn’t hear any sounds in the house. With a stew simmering on the stove, I quickly looked into the living room and the small den area, seeing no sight of Jax or his friend. I wondered if he had come and gone already. I slowly headed up the stairs, thinking I’d let Jax know that dinner was ready anytime he wanted it.
    I headed down the hallway toward his bedroom and saw that the door was half open. I heard a noise coming from inside and stepped into the doorway, preparing to knock. Stunned by the sight that met my eyes, I froze and could only watch in stunned fascination.

Chapter 3
    I should’ve turned away from the door, crept silently back down the hallway, but I couldn’t. I’d never seen anything quite like it. I wondered if this was similar to watching an X-rated movie, which I’d never seen in my life.
    Jax lay on his bed, naked of course, but it wasn’t his friend from Delta Force who was with him, but a voluptuous blonde who looked like she had just stepped off an airplane from Sweden. Neither one of them noticed my presence at the doorway. If they did, they couldn’t have cared less.
    Jax was on his back, the woman straddling him on her hands and knees, but facing backward. She had taken the head of his cock in her mouth, her head bopping slowly up and down his thick shaft while her other end was, well, receiving similar treatment from Jax’s tongue.
    I tore my gaze from his mouth and allowed it to travel down along his broad, well-muscled shoulders, his tight pecs, and down along his sides. I admired the musculature even along his ribs. Of course, I knew anyone in Delta Force would be in great shape, but his body was magnificent.
    Just looking at it got me hot. My gaze continued downward,