Fraternizing (10 page)

I had no
response.

I stood there,
awestruck and yearning, hoping he would throw caution to the wind and rip my
clothes from my body and lay into me.

That didn't
happen either.

Instead, his
hand made its way to my hip and gently slid up my torso, stopping in between my
breasts. His lips were still gently placed on my neck, expelling small breaths
that were working to unravel what little composure I seemed to have left. My head
drifted back to meet his and I ever so softly placed my hand on his, guiding it
over my now rock hard breasts that desperately wanted to be licked, sucked, and
manhandled. I felt his cock spring to life and just as I reached back with my
free hand to grab it, Angelica's voice startled us out of our moment.

"Yeah, I'll
see you tomorrow," she called out, just before stepping into the room. Her
eyes were full of suspicion, looking from me to Sgt. Cruz, then back to me
again.

Luckily, he had
moved ever so slightly away from me, and I grabbed the first thing I saw and
acted as if I were still stacking things back into my wall locker.

Sgt. Cruz
cleared his throat. "Make sure you keep your wall locker secured whenever
you are out of the room, you understand that?"

"Yes, Sgt.
Cruz," I answered feebly, making Angelica narrow her eyes at me.

I watched him
stride toward the door, his big, strong hands dangling on the side of him
before he placed his cover on his head just as he made his way outside. I
swallowed hard, amazed that we had done what we had done without a care in the
world for the burdensome consequences that could have followed our getting
caught.

Angelica sat
down on her bed, her lips puckered as she watched me move about the room. I
didn't want to look at her, not because I was afraid of what she might have to
say, but because I couldn't wipe the smile from my face at the thought of what
took place, and what could have taken place, had we been in a different
location with more time. As much as I knew that our interaction could cost both
of us greatly, I was knee deep with longing, needing to get a taste of Sgt.
Cruz to crush that feeling.

Friday morning
came with little to no sleep. Flashbacks of Sgt. Cruz's hands and lips enticing
my body were all I saw every time I closed my eyes, and I showered at least
twice in the middle of the night, trying desperately to calm the urge to have
him inside of me long after he left.

I had planned to
do a cram session for our first test that was scheduled for today, but that
never happened. Every word I read from the manuals was read to me in his voice,
sending me to a place that rendered me mindless. I knew for certain that the
only way to get things back on track would be for us to finally fulfill what we
both wanted so badly. But with that, and the rules of the Marine Corps, came an
entirely different set of problems.

I awoke from
about two hours of sleep, quickly making my way to the bathroom and washing my
face, hoping to appear well rested even though I was quite the opposite. Angelica
must have been up early because she was already dressed in Service Charlies,
the uniform of the day. Her
short sleeved
khaki shirt
with rank insignia on the side of her arms was matched with green pants and
shiny, black shoes. Her service ribbon sat on the left side of her chest as she
held her green cover in her hands. She had been up for a while, and thankfully
looked to be on her way out.

"I'm off to
the chow hall for breakfast. You slept too late, and I wasn't sure if I should
wake you," she said, standing in the mirror checking over her uniform.

"It's cool.
I'll eat something on my own," I answered coldly, still irritated with the
fact that I was all but certain that she had deliberately sabotaged me the
night before.

She shrugged her
shoulders and grabbed her binder, then walked out of the room, leaving me
standing in the bathroom and staring at my disheveled appearance in the mirror.
I needed to get it together before I had to see him again. I was carrying
around a heavy bag of mixed emotions. On the one hand, I couldn't wait to see
him, to drink in the sight of him and revisit what it was that he was capable
of doing to me. On the other hand, I didn't want to have to hold myself back
any longer, and the more that I saw him, the more difficult that was becoming.

After fixing my
hair into a perfectly styled bun, I dressed in my uniform and grabbed my
binder, making my way out the door and down the stairs when I saw Allen walking
out of his.

He looked back,
catching my gaze on him and smiling wickedly. Luckily, Dalton came strolling
out of his room shortly after Allen and I made eye contact. He looked between
the two of us, his eyes flooded with worry as he made his way over to me.

"You okay? He
hasn't done anything else since that night, has he?"

"I'm fine. Just
keeping my distance, that's all."

We started
walking, unfortunately passing Allen as he stood there, waiting for us to make
our way past him. I looked up into his eyes as we walked by, showing him that I
was neither afraid nor intimidated. He didn't say anything, just smirked as our
eyes locked, revolting me even more. I had no clue what his problem was with
me, but I was determined to make sure that he knew that I wouldn't be a
pushover for him and his self-conscious ego.

Standing in the
courtyard of the schoolhouse, I laughed with Dalton and the other two Marines
who had been at the bowling alley, Pfc. Amanda Lane and Pfc. Michael Hutchins. We
were still laughing when Allen and his crew began yelling out, disrupting every
other conversation taking place that morning.

"Yeah,
fuckin' chicks need to know their fuckin' place. Behind a Goddamned desk is
where I see em'-- if we have to let em' in the military at all," he yelled
out, he and his crew laughing like it was the funniest line ever spoken. I
rolled my eyes, knowing that I was on his mind as he made the statement.

"Don't even
worry about him, he's harmless. Just talks a lot of shit," Dalton said,
placing his hand on my shoulder.

I looked at Lane
and Hutchins, whose baffled stares made me smile.

"I know. I'm
just sick of his shit. I've never done anything to him."

"I know. He's
got his issues. I already told you that."

"What
issues?" Hutchins asked, looking overly concerned. "I live next door
to him."

Just as I was
about to explain to him what had happened that night in Dalton's room, all of
the instructors stepped out, calling for attention and prompting us to assemble
ourselves in formation.

"You are
taking your first test on the information that has been presented to you over
the course of this last week. Hopefully you all studied because from here on
out, the information will only come faster and will grow more and more
difficult in succession," Jensen yelled, his characteristic bulldog
persona on full display.

Sgt. Cruz stood
there, scanning the crowd with his eyes, but holding his head steady so as not
to gain any undue attention. When he spotted me, he licked and sucked on his
bottom lip, putting my conscience on high alert as I tried inconspicuously to
see if anyone else had caught on. No one seemed to notice until my eyes locked
with Sgt. Castillo. Her eyes seared me as she looked between
me
and Sgt. Cruz, trying desperately to figure out what was going on between the
two of us
.

Before long, the
formation was calling out, "Yes, Sergeant," and I missed it all
because I was lost with my mind elsewhere.

The formation
began breaking down with everyone moving to
their
respective classrooms. Dalton made his way over to me before turning right for
his class and folded his arm, placing his elbow on my shoulder.

"Transformers
is showing at the base theater tonight. You coming with us?"

"I hadn't
even thought about it, I'll let you know," I replied since I had no idea
what it was or what it was about.

Footsteps
pounded the ground, bringing a strong presence closely behind me.

"You should
be thinking about the test you're about to take," Cruz said lowly,
surprising both Dalton and me as he stood firmly behind me, looking at Dalton.

Dalton's eyes
enlarged, almost as if the fear of God had been put into him. He stepped back
quickly, surprise and fear thickly laced in his eyes. I couldn't see Sgt.
Cruz's face as he stood behind me, but from what I could read from Dalton, Cruz
wasn't taking too kindly to his movie invite.

"Yes, Sgt. On
my way now," Dalton said, giving me an inquisitive look before turning to
make his way to his classroom. He looked back at me as he walked away, still
puzzled by whatever had just transpired.

I slowly turned
around to meet Cruz's all-encompassing stare, flames flaring up inside of me as
I stood so close to him but unable to actually touch him. An internal battle
struck
as I had to remind myself that I couldn't just reach
out and touch him, even though it was all my tingling hands wanted to do. The
imaginary barrier placed between us, courtesy of the Marine Corps, had a
strangle hold on me, causing my breath to hitch.

"Don't make
me jealous with that little fuck," he said, trying to keep his voice down
but unable to do so.

"Excuse
me?" I asked, a bit taken aback by his statement. "What are you
talking about?"
 

"You know
what I mean. I don't play nice when someone tries to take what's mine," he
whispered in my ear,
then
stepped back, smirking at
me.

I took a deep
breath, feeling every syllable of his words wash over me, flooding me in need
and want. He had just stood there and claimed me, and I was all too willing to
let it happen.

He turned and
walked away, leaving me standing with a lazy grin, feeling like I had been left
in a drunken stupor. I watched as he walked away in his Service Charlies, the
three, heavily starched lines on the back of his khaki shirt bulging with every
movement of his profoundly defined back. His green pants hugged his rock hard
ass with every step he took, forcing my mind to think of what I would do if I
were ever given the opportunity to grab a hold of it.

Finally
realizing that I was one of the last few to make my way inside, I picked up my
binder and turned in the direction of my classroom, my eyes landing on Sgt.
Castillo who looked like she was ready to attack. She had seen our interaction,
and the ferocious glare she shot in my direction served as a warning that
things were probably about to become a bit more challenging.

Chapter 7

Alex

I
was beginning to get a tad bit too cocky for my own fucking good, but even with
that acknowledgement, I couldn't find the self-restraint to hold myself back
from testing the waters and seeing just how far I could get with Bennett. Sure,
my fucking promotion would be snatched away from me quicker than I could take
my next breath, and I could quite possibly lose my current rank, my pay, and be
court martialed, but none of that seemed to matter whenever she was around. Her
presence was the fog on my brain that left me unable to think. I tried to
forget about her, but it drove me fucking insane.

Every free
moment I had somehow drifted to her. Her long flowing hair, that gorgeous
fucking smile, and the sweet, soothing sound of her voice, all of it had me in
a trance, one that I didn't know how, nor did I want to find my way out of.

With the
vigorous restrictions set up to prevent situations like the one that I now
found myself in, I had to get creative with ways to get some alone time with
Bennett. Unbeknownst to her, Newsome was sent into her room to find something,
or in this case, create something that could turn into a screaming rage fest
for him, thus bringing me into the room. I heard his tirade as he laid into
her, and even though he thought she was just the lucky one that I had picked to
make an example out of, he enjoyed that shit far too much and I had to keep
myself from running into that room and bashing his face into the ground. He had
done what I'd instructed him to do, but I didn't like the level that he took it
to, and it pissed me off thinking of how angry or scared she may have been in
that moment. Newsome is a big guy who can come off as an overly intimidating
asshole.

The second I was
able to be alone with her, all of the anger subsided, bringing a relative calm
over me. That calm was the fucking problem because when it struck, it put my
thought process on hold and allowed me to do shit that I knew for a fact I
shouldn't be doing, like running my hands up her torso while I kissed her sweet
fucking neck. Doors were wide ass open as I stood there, ready to seep into
her, knowing damn well that I wouldn't be able to. All common sense escaped me
when she came near, making me do stupid shit that could jeopardize everything
for the both of us. I needed to reign my shit back in, but I found I was
severely lacking the will power, and it would ultimately destroy me.