Текст книги "Fraternizing"

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Chapter 10

Cassie

I woke up feeling like I had starred in my very own erotic dream, tasting and touching every inch of Sgt. Cruz– Alex. The mere mention of his first name quickly reminded me that what I had experienced was no dream but, in fact, a healthy dose of pleasurable reality. I stood, making my way over to the bathroom when I noticed that Angelica still wasn't in her bed. Wherever she was, her absence was never more welcomed.

My legs felt like jello as I walked, so I slowed my steps to keep myself from falling over. Flashes of his tongue, his hands, those mesmerizing hazel eyes, and his incredibly demanding voice filtered through my mind as I finally made my way into the bathroom. His scent still lingered on me, that husky, manly, possessing scent that captivated me from the second I took a whiff of it. He had me, and I think by the smug smiles he kept throwing my way, he knew it.

My breasts ached, but with an ache that I had so desperately longed for. It wasn't long ago that I was hoping he would take me in and manhandle me, and it seems those wishes and hopes had become my reality.

Looking at my breasts in the mirror, I noticed that my normally pink nipples were a light shade of red with what looked like slight hints of teeth marks over them. He was an animal, and lucky for me, I hadn't been completely devoured just yet, so there was much more to come my way.

The ache between my legs brought on by Alex's swift exit didn't leave, even after I’d tried releasing the pent up aggression myself. My fingers were no substitute for his tongue, his large, thick, skillful fingers, or even the tip of his thunderous cock that was locked and loaded, ready to unleash tremendous amounts of fury on me.

He had me wrapped around his finger, his cock, his tongue...

And I knew...

I just knew that it would be a long fall if I ever thought about getting off.

Just as I was pulling a shirt over my head, a loud couple of knocks sounded on the door. I pulled it open, looking at a fresh faced Dalton at 0545.

"Ready to go kill this run?" he asked, much too cheerful for a Saturday morning.

I wiped my tired eyes, which were near bloodshot since I hadn't gotten more than a few hours of intermittent sleep all night. I was in no mood to go on some heart pounding, chest heaving, throat drying run with Dalton, and as I thought about how much I didn't want to go, Alex's orders to not spend time with him today came roaring back, fueling my rebellious side while encouraging me to do the exact opposite. If he was going to have anything with me, he needed to know that I wasn't a female who would cower at the whims of a man. I wanted to show him that he couldn't order me around– except, of course, at work– and I did needto run and improve my time if I wanted to boost my PFT score.

"As ready as I can be early on a Saturday morning," I dryly replied, yawning as I said it because I was in desperate need of some sleep.

"As soon as we get going, you'll be good as new," Dalton said, snapping a reflective belt around my waist. He pulled me out of the room and waited as I turned and locked the door, making sure that I wouldn't find myself in any sort of trouble with any of the instructors possibly roaming around the barracks.

"Where's Ruiz?" he softly asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Beats the hell out of me. If any of the instructors find out she stayed out all night long, she'll be in some serious trouble."

"Guess she doesn't care too much. Oh well, let's go."

We walked down the steps and past the duty room. It couldn't be avoided thanks to its location, purposely set aside to see every single person coming and going from the building. I glanced in, catching Alex's eye as I walked by. I didn't want to cause another scene, so I kept walking, not giving him the chance to say anything, or look at Dalton in any sort of way that could be threatening or intimidating since he had already made it clear that he didn't particularly care for my friend.

We took off towards the far back end of base, heading out to a trail that led to a rock filled mountain just behind the training area. As early as it was in the morning, the heat was already searing us as we ran. Moisture coated my chest as well as my back, reminding me of the sweat filled night that I’d had with Alex, his strong, dexterous hands all over me. When we made it up to the tallest peak of the mountain, Dalton stopped and allowed me to catch my breath. I tried hard not to lean over, the flame of the roasting morning sun penetrating my body, scalding my lungs and leaving me gasping for air.

"You okay?" Dalton asked, looking concerned as he made his way over to me.

"I'm fine," I replied. "I just hate long distance running, that’s all."

He smiled his heart-warming smile. "I know. That's why I plan on making you do more of it. You need to incorporate more strenuous activity into your workout plan. It'll help you build up endurance for your run."

If only he knew just what type of strenuous activity I had engaged in only a few hours prior. It seemed like Alex had all sorts of plans to get my endurance up, and if I were being honest with myself, I wanted that so much more than running up mountains and hills.

"What do you say we head back down, grab a shower, and get some breakfast?" I asked, wanting to end the torture and get out of the sweltering heat.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

We took off down the mountain which was much easier than the trek we made going up. On the way down, I had time to ponder exactly what it was that Alex and I found ourselves engaging in. Was this just a one-time thing? Would he be done with me as soon as he got the opportunity to fuck me? I didn't need to be used and abused again; I was done with that shit. But even with those thoughts, my body was telling me something totally different. My body wanted to have Alex any and every way that it could. He was the drug to satisfy my craving, my need, my intense want.

But what about my career?

I stepped out on a limb, throwing myself into one of the most challenging arenas I could think of to see what I was made of. I was proud of what I had accomplished thus far, but I knew that all of my hard work and dreams could be gone in the blink of an eye.

So why was I unable to drop him and move on? With all of the consequences for our actions dangling over our heads every step of the way, neither of us was willing to back off and save our careers; neither of us was willing to wait. The need to feel each other was too strong, and it became all too consuming with each passing second of every day that we had to deny ourselves of one another.

"Come on, Bennett, you've got this," Dalton called out from the bottom of the rocky mountain.

I pushed aside the consuming thoughts of Alex and pushed through, finally making it to the bottom to Dalton who had cheered me on every step of the way. I stood with my arms over my head, working feverishly to catch my breath as I paced the area and tried to keep from taking any direct sunlight from the blazing sun.

"You did well. You took that mountain in forty-eight minutes, not bad."

"Thanks, but I feel horrendous."

"Well, it's a step in the right direction," he said, smiling at me after patting me on the shoulder. "Now let's go and get cleaned up. You smell like a man."

My breath caught as I grew nervous with what he was possibly alluding to. Alex's scent lingered on me after our romp in the wee hours of the morning. Stupid of me to not shower and wash it away, but I was left in a flaccid state, lying in my bed and finger fucking myself to a heightened level of frustration, trying in vain to reach even the lowest of that euphoric level Alex had worked me into. I didn't get remotely close. Once I finally did fall asleep, it was time to get up and Dalton was at my door. I had no time to wash him away from me, and I honestly, wholeheartedly, didn't want to.

"What do you mean I smell like a man?" I asked, coming across overly defensive.

Dalton stopped walking and turned around to face me.

"It was a joke, tiger. Geez." Inquisition shelled his face as he stood there, obviously taken by surprise at the fierceness of my tone. "We're both sweating buckets out here. I didn't think we smelled like women, all delicate and frilly."

I relaxed at his response. I would need to get a grip on myself if I didn't want to unwillingly give myself away. Alex, his eyes, his words, his body...

He was pushing me over a cliff that I was all too willing to jump off of, and that scared me more than being caught or found out by anyone at the moment.

"I'm sorry. It's just–"

""No worries. Let's get back and get this day started, shall we?"

We took off, headed back to the barracks.

Passing the duty room, I glanced in again, only this time, there was another sergeant currently sitting in the duty chair– Alex was gone. Relief washed over me as we passed. His penetrating eyes were thankfully nowhere to be found as Dalton and I made our way up the stairs. When we reached the top, Dalton made sure to walk me to my room before turning and heading for his.

"Catch you in about a half hour?" he asked, running his fingers over his dirty blonde hair.

"Yeah. Do you want to meet at the chow hall?"

"I can meet you right here if that's okay?"

"Fine with me."

He smiled and walked off. I turned to go into my room when I caught sight of Alex on the bottom floor, leaning on what I presumed to be his truck.  The big, black Ram fit his personality to a tee– rough and rugged. A slight smile caressed my lips, but quickly faded away as I watched Castillo, or Leti as he had called her the night before, step out of a black Jeep with more food in her hands. They exchanged words before he took it, placed it in his truck, then turned around and spoke to her again. I wanted to run down there and let her know that she was stepping on dangerous territory, only I couldn't, not without severe consequences that could destroy me for the rest of my life. No, I had to stand around and continue to take her shit as she flaunted it in my face. And what the hell was his deal? I couldn't understand how he could be so possessive when it came to Dalton, yet he was so friendly with Castillo. The double standards weren't going to work with me.

I wanted to pull my eyes away from them, but I couldn't. It was like I was drawn to them, a true masochist in every since of the word as I stood up there, seething inside at the sight of them down below exchanging who knows what with one another.

Just when I was pulling away, I watched her hug him, lingering on him a bit too long for my liking. She ran her hand down his arm that was now free thanks to the muscle shirt he wore, and smiled at him as she made her way back and around to her Jeep. I laughed a little to myself, seeing Castillo for the desperate bitch that she was. There was no secret that she knew something was up between Alex and me, and I had a feeling that since she hadn't said anything up to this point, she wouldn't be saying anything at all. She wanted to play hardball, and somehow I found myself wanting to play right along with her. I watched Alex as he looked up and saw me standing there, then turned and jumped into his truck, the thunderous roar of the engine raging to life as he pulled out of the parking lot.

The shower was a refreshing escape from the morning, Alex, and Castillo. Both of them were beginning to get on my nerves. As much as I wanted Alex, I wasn't going to put up with any bullshit games of his. Either he was going to define what this was before us, or we just weren't going to have anything anymore. The fact that I couldn't do anything about Castillo was killing me softly, and I knew she was enjoying the agony as it festered inside of me.

I threw on a t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts underwear before strolling into the bathroom and blow drying my hair. I stared at myself in the mirror, not looking nearly as tired, but wondering how I'd gotten myself caught up in such a mess that I couldn't seem to work my way out of. If Castillo got fed up with Alex and his unwillingness to go any further with her, she could ruin me. I was setting myself up to have my life destroyed right in front of my eyes because I seemed to be in complete and utter lust with my instructor, who I would be leaving five weeks from now. I needed to talk myself into leaving him alone, but with every sight of him, every smell of his husky manliness, and every sound of his words, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into that hole with no way out and no ounce of panic at that realization within me.

A quick knock on the door had me scrambling for my shorts. Dalton was always punctual, leaving me in a frenzied mess to try and make myself presentable before opening the door and letting him in. I swung the door open, smiling my biggest, most charismatic smile. To my surprise, Dalton wasn't standing at my doorway.

It was Castillo, looking much too snide for such an early Saturday morning.

"May I come in, Pfc. Bennett?" She stepped into the room before I even had a chance to answer.

I turned to face her, closing the door slightly behind me.

"I'll make this quick because I see you're on your way out. I know there's something going on with you and Sgt. Cruz, or that you want something to go on. But let me remind you, the Corps has a strict order against fraternizing, and I like to see that all orders are followed. You catch my drift?"

My stomach ached at the sound of her words and the look of her soul-searing gaze. Her lips curved into an evil smile that sent chills down my spine with the tightening of my muscles.

"I don't think you know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I know. I'm watching you. I've already told you that. And if Alex's reaction to finding out you were acting like a walking mattress earlier in the week is any indication, I'd say something is definitely going on." The hairs on my arms were standing at attention, stiff enough to be cut clean off with one swipe of my finger.

"Now, Alex. He is a damn good Marine, one of the best I've known, and a verygood friend of mine as well," her emphasis on the word verymade me want to hurl, "so I would never get him caught up in this mess, but you–" she paused, looking me up and down, "–you, my dear, your baby career can be sent tumbling down the highest mountain if I open my mouth and let the higher ups know that you're trying to trap an instructor." She moved closer to me, circling while smiling in my face.

"Whatever it is you think you know, you couldn't be more wrong. And I'm pretty sure that instructors shouldn't be hooking up in the workplace, so don't think I won't run my pretty little mouth on you either."

My response surprised her, sending wrath and fury into her eyes, and replacing the earlier bitchiness that had been laid out before me.

"I'm giving you a fair fucking warning, Bennett. Watch your fucking step before I send your ass packing to whatever little piece of shit hometown you come from. I'm not one to be fucked with."

"You'd be wise to heed your own warning, Sgt. Castillo. Now please leave my room before I let the duty know that you came in here threatening me."

I held the door open for her and watched her walk out. My nerves were on high alert, frazzled and short circuiting, even though my demeanor didn't hint at it.

She was right.

If she decided to run her mouth, she could hurt me while protecting Alex, and what would he do? Would he fight for me, thus putting himself out on the line, or would he fall in line with her, saving his career while using me as cannon fodder? The thought was mind numbing, drilling home the reality that I was a nothing in the Corps and would be viewed as such should Castillo decide to run her mouth.

I stomped back into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and putting on a slight hint of mascara and chapstick. I grabbed my id card and forced it into my back pocket as I turned and swung the door open with all of my might to walk down to Dalton's room.

 "Whoa! Where are you going?" Alex asked, catching me in his arms just as I was beginning to storm out the door. He caught me in total surprise, looking like he was just about to knock on the door.

"I'm off to the chow hall. I'm hungry, and not all of us have the luxury of home cooked fucking meals every day," I barked out, hanging on to his arm as he held me up under my chest while shutting the door behind him. It was an uncomfortable hold, and I wanted to get out of it, but he wouldn't let go, not until he had me near the bed and he was able to lie me down.

"Stop that shit, Blondie," he grumbled, his hazel eyes piercing into me from where he stood. "I didn't ask for this shit. In fact, I told her I didn't need her bringing me anything."

"Okay. So why are you here?"

"I got called back in and on my way out, I saw Castillo making her way down the stairs, so I knew I needed to see you. And because the rest of my fucking morning has been hell since I was interrupted just before finishing you off."

I sat up on the bed, still fuming mad at everything that seemed to be happening around us. And in that moment, I remembered that Dalton should have been there by now, but he wasn't. My mind drifted back to Alex and what he said about making shit happen.He could have done anything to keep him away from me this morning. Standing up, I paced the room, feeling the intensity of it closing in around us.

"Where is Dalton?"

"I'm not here to talk about him right now."

"I don't care. Where is he? He was supposed to be meeting me for breakfast, and he's not here. Where is he?"

He ran his hand over his freshly shaven face, blowing out a deep sigh as he did so.

"I've got him busy. You'll need to make new plans for breakfast this morning," he said, wryly twisting his lips into his characteristically smug grin, further angering me. He pulled me towards him, running his hands over my back and down to my ass before whispering in my ear.

"He's sniffing up the wrong tree. This one is already taken." He cocked his head to the side, the honey hue of his eyes growing darker by the second. "He'd be doing himself a favor by backing the fuck up."

The moist flesh of his delectable lips skimmed the bottom of my ear lobe, sending a flash of warmth through me.

"I want you, Cassie Bennett. I've wanted you since the night you rubbed that beautiful little ass all over me on that dance floor at Coyotes, and I'll be damned if you're going to tease me with that fucking prick to try and prove a point." Slow breaths left him, crashing down over me as he pulled away and burned his high intensity gaze into mine. "You've got me right where you want me, and I damn sure know I've got you, so stop with the games and tell that little dude to blow his load elsewhere."

Somehow those words made me excited.

And limp.

And angry!

He was so presumptuous, yet so right as well. I didn't need him seeing that he and his words, the feel of his lips, and the strong protectiveness of his arms had me hook, line, and sinker. No. As much as I wanted him, I wasn't going to fall at his feet as soon as he said something that enticed me.

"You couldn't be more wrong about Dalton, Alex," I said, finally letting out a laugh. I pulled out of his grip and moved a couple of steps away from him. "You should watch Leti," I bitterly responded, causing his eyes to narrow in snake like slits and his face to contort in anger.

He let out a haunting laugh that had me feeling on edge. "Don't take that tone or get too bold with me, Blondie. I have ways of shutting that shit down."

I shook my head. The arrogance in his tone was beginning to get under my skin. "Go fuck yourself, Alex," I called out, rolling my eyes at him.

He quickly detained me, moving with the fierceness of a ravenous animal and grabbing my waist, pulling me into him.

"I've tried fucking myself. It's not working. That's why I'm here." Anger was noticeably absent from his hazel eyes; seductive lust filling the void. "I. Need. To. Fuck. You." he rasped, our chests rising and falling in sweet succession. He placed soft kisses down my neck and over my collarbone as one of his hands worked its way through my hair, down my back, and over my ass. For a second, I gave into him and turned my head to give him more access, but I quickly remembered where we were and why this was still such a bad idea.

"Is that it?" I asked, working my way out of his arms. "You just want to fuck me and be done with me?"

He stepped closer, closing the gap between us while taking a tiny piece of my comfort zone with him, the darkness of his pointed eyes worrying me more than anything else at the moment.

"Well?" I asked.

He moved even closer, lecherous thoughts flashing through his eyes. I tried not to match his gaze, hoping to show him that he didn’t intimidate or entice me in my moment of anger. That sly grin crept back onto his face, further confusing and frustrating me when it came to him.

"Is that what you think? That I just want to fuck you and move on? Do you even realize what I stand to lose if anyone was to find out what we've got going on here? Even though I haven't had the pleasure of fucking you 'til you can't speak anymore?" His eyebrows shot up, almost as if he were waiting on a response. "I'm selected to pick up Staff Sergeant in a couple of months. That shit would be gone faster than I can blink. I'd probably be busted down in rank, restricted to the barracks, lose pay, and possibly face brig time all over frivolous fucking with some random student of mine." The words came out with a hiss, his teeth clenched as the veins bulged in his neck. "Now does this sound like the need to fuck and run to you?"

My mind couldn't quite wrap around what he was telling me. I knew the consequences would be steep, but the fact the he was due for a promotion and would so callously risk it to be with me, had me confused in ways that I couldn't quite understand.

"You have so much going for you. Why would you risk it to be with me?"

He looked me in the eye before answering.

"I don't know," he said, before pulling me back into his solid chest. "You're like a piece of forbidden fucking fruit, and somehow I just can't seem to stay from you."

My willpower was beginning to break down. I wanted to turn around and give myself to him, let him have me right where we stood so that the ache no longer burned inside of either or us.

"Now grab your things so I can replace your breakfast plans."

He backed away from me and sat down on the bed, his eyes stabbing into me with more intensity than the morning sun that had all but seared me out on that mountain.

"We can't go out on a breakfast date. Are you nuts?"

"Possibly. But like I already told you, I make shit happen. You understand that?" He stood and walked to the window, peeking out as I grabbed my wallet and purse from my night stand. "Meet me down at my truck in five. I'm in the back by the dumpsters."

He planted a wet, passion filled kiss on my lips, wrapping my hair in his hand, prompting me to grab for his, but I came up empty since his hair was much too short. He grabbed my ass, squeezing and tugging with each swirl and twirl of our tongues, and moaned out his pleasure as I felt the hardness of his cock poking into me.

"We better hurry up and get out of here," I breathed, trying to speak and catch my breath at the same time.

He pulled away, but not before planting two smaller kisses on my lips.

"Hurry up. I can't wait to get you out of here." And before I could say another word, the door flung open, sending Alex jumping back and waiting with me in blood curdling anticipation to see who was standing on the other side.