Riley

Chapter 13

Riley's POV

I shower quickly scrubbing my body and my hair. After drying off, I put on lotion that's under the sink cabinet. My hair is very curly now that I've washed it. Small spirals mixed with larger spirals. I pull on my burgunde boy short panties and black bra. Heading towards the room I smooth my hair back once again.

I didn't expect to see Peter on the floor naked except for boxers, doing one armed push ups. He doesn't look up as he concentrates.

I walk around him quietly and toss my dirty bra and panties in the hamper. I spritz some perfume on and toss it into the duffle bag. He stands and moves behind me. I can feel the heat from his body. He places his hand flat on my stomach and pulls me back to him so that my back is to his front. I'm feel his nose run up the back of my neck as he inhales deeply.

Using this free hand he grabs my hair and pulls it gently tilting my head to the side and giving him neck access. He runs his nose along my neck and I can feel him grin. I stop breathing.

He smells good. He smells of him and sweat, but not a bad sweat.

"You smell good." He whispers.

I can feel something in stomach. It's like...jittery. I have butterflies and they aren't just fluttering, they are going insane. He runs his thumb along my stomach and I can feel his erection against me.

He lets me go and then leaves he room.

Man, the things that he makes me feel. It's insane, I literally just met this boy not even a week ago. I run from the room down the stairs and into the kitchen to the basement door. The basement is where we keep all of our guns and training equipment.

I grab four hand guns from the rack off the wall. I run back upstairs with my hair flying everywhere to place two guns in his bag and two in mine. I wonder if he knows how to use a gun.

Running back downstairs to the basement to grab a few throwing knives, two for me and two for him I run back up stairs.

Peter is sitting on my bed with my towel wrapped around his waist holding a gun in his lap looking at it. His eyes raise to meet mine in confusion.

"Where hell did you get guns from. Don't you know how dangerous guns are. And why the hell are you running with knives." He so calm but the look in his eye changed from confusion to anger in a second.

He rises, the towel nearly slipping from his waist but he grabbed it in time. He tosses the gun in his bag and tied the knot in he towel tighter so it'll stay up on its own. He places a hand on his hip and I can't contain my laughter.

"Riley." He admonished in a more gentler tone. "Guns can kill you."

"And you." I add.

"I'm not worried about me though." He screws up his face as if he's had a bad thought.

"Can you even shoot?" He asks. "Or do you just have these guns" he motions to the bags.

I'm slightly offended. But then again he hasn't seen my shooting. He doesn't know.

"Come with me down stairs. "

I look at his waist and then remember I have knives in my hand. I toss them into the bags. Two each and then walk towards him and grab his hand. I lead him down the stairs and to my mothers room. I go through her closet and pull out a pair of my fathers jean cut off shorts.

"Put these on. Then I can show you what I really have to show you." He starts to move the towel and I turn around.

He's apparently not going to leave the room to change.

He chuckles. "Done. And you didn't have to turn around."

I look at him and shake my head. I lead him through the kitchen.

"I've seen your kitchen already." I roll my eyes and open the basement door.

"Go ahead and go down there." I moron for him to go first.

He looks down the basement stairs and looks at me quizzically.

"Sissy." I grumble and start to step first.

He picks me up my shoulder and moves me from the way so he can go first.

"I got this, I have to make sure there aren't any monsters down here." He grins.

"My hero. " he leads the way downstairs and the light turn on automatically from the motion of our steps.

He reaches the bottom and gasps.

I smirk to myself.