Fraternizing (11 page)

 
I just knew it would.

Sitting in the
back of the classroom as they took their tests, my mind wandered back to Dalton
and the smile that seemed to creep onto his face every time he got near her. His
fucking hands, no matter how harmlessly they touched her, sent my mind to a
place that I didn't need it to be. I meant what I said about not playing nice
when someone tries to take something of mine, and even though I may have come
on too strong, or overly aggressive, I was done with the bullshit. It was time
to stake my claim and cement that shit.

Thinking about
sitting on duty all night on a fucking Friday night when all of the guys would
be at Coyotes, and she would be off enjoying her time with that little dipshit,
was frustrating me all over again. Could I make her stay in?
As
her instructor, absolutely.
Would I? No. But that didn't mean that I
couldn't find some way to steal some time away with her.

"Time,"
Jensen shouted as the timer on the desk went off.

I stood in the
back of the room near the door, waiting for the students to turn in their
papers before walking out for their break.

"You will
have a fifteen minute break before we start the next session. Turn your papers
in to Sgt. Cruz on your way out," Jensen said.

The class filed
out, dropping their papers off with me as they made their way out the door. Ruiz
was directly behind Bennett as they approached, making it difficult to get her
to steal away for a minute with me. Bennett reached me and stopped, placing her
paper on top of the pile as I tried to nonchalantly nod my head in the
direction of the room that would take us away from everyone else. She looked as
if she got it, softly smiling as our eyes left one another. Ruiz moved forward,
dropping off her paper and giving me a suspicious
glare which
I gladly returned. Whatever the fuck it was that she thought she knew, I needed
to make sure that she stayed a few steps behind us.

As soon as Ruiz
walked out of the room, I turned my attention back over to Jensen and Newsome,
who I needed to get out of the room as well.

"Hey, man.
We're going to make a quick turnaround trip to Vegas tomorrow. You
comin'?" Newsome asked, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. I
had never been so thankful that this fucker smoked.

"Fuck, I've
got duty all night, so no, I won't be up and ready to go to Vegas in the
morning."

"Sucks for
you, man.
Friday night duty.
I'll drink a few in your
honor," Jensen chimed in. "But right now, I need to take a monstrous
piss. Too much coffee this morning."

He tore out of
the room before either of us had the chance to say anything more to him. I
didn't care since it left me with one less person to have to get rid of.

Finally, I had
the room all to myself. I stridently walked over to the side that held a
door which
remained locked from the outside. I gently pushed
it open, not wanting to alert anyone who may have been nearby that someone was
using that entrance. Bennett stood there, hidden by the wall that lay adjacent
to the door, her soul sucking green eyes pulling me in the second that our eyes
locked. I pulled her into the room, pressing her against the wall as I ran my
lips up and down her tiny, delicate neck. That familiar vanilla and fruit
flavored smell overcame me, sending me back to Coyotes and all of the
excitement that took
place
there. She eagerly tilted
her head to the side, giving me further access to her neck as I worked my lips
up and down, kissing and suckling every inch of skin exposed to me.

Our chests moved
in erratic succession, both of us breathing hard as the need to let go of some
of this sexual tension mounted. Her hands wrapped around my head, pulling me
even closer to her as one of my hands lay on her cheek while the other snaked
down and firmly clasped onto her ass. I paused to pull back, needing to look at
her, to drink her in.

"Are you
crazy?" she asked, still breathing hard while trying to catch her breath.

I sucked on my
bottom lip, wanting to cut the
chit chat
and take advantage
of every second that I had with her.

"I must be,
because right now, nothing else fucking matters but you," I lowly
grumbled, hoping to get back to fulfilling my need to touch her, to taste her,
to be with her.

"You know
we could--"

My mouth crashed
down on hers just as she was about to beat me over the head with a dose of
reality. I didn't want to hear what could happen should anyone catch
us,
I didn't give a shit in that moment. I just wanted her,
and I wasn't about to waste another second denying myself of her any longer.

My tongue moved
aggressively with hers, swirling around in her mouth and trying to taste every
inch of her. Her hands held strong to the back of my neck, prompting me to
place both of mine on her ass, squeezing and lifting her off the ground. My
hard cock was pounding with an aching need to get inside of her, and as it sat
at the entrance of her pussy, clothing once again inhibiting us, I felt her
gently beginning to rock to and fro, further taunting and teasing me.
 

"You don't
want to do that," I growled, warning her that I was in a primal state, and
there was no telling how far I would be willing to go.

She didn't stop,
further rocking her hips over my cock, sending pain and pleasure from root to
tip. Her movements were making it damn near unbearable to not rip her clothes
off, bend her over, and fuck the living lights out of her.

"Yeah,
start roundin' em' up," I heard Jensen call out, startling Bennett.

She stopped
moving and stared into my eyes, the innocence putting a smile on my face.

"Me and
You. Your room tonight," I told her through labored pants just as fear
went off in her eyes.

"How can
you? You're on duty? That's worse than right now."

I held her up
with one arm and placed a finger over her lips.

"Don't
doubt me, Blondie. I make shit happen."

She was just
about to reply when I placed her down on the ground, helping her fix her
uniform.

Gently pushing
the side door open, I leaned in and kissed her sweet, soft lips again, my lips
lingering on hers, not wanting to break our touch, before helping her out. Just
as she stepped outside, a haze overcame me, blurring the sight of her while
leaving me in a daze.

"Ahem,"
Jensen said. He and Newsome stared down at me with baffled expressions staining
their faces.

I sat up, having
fallen asleep in the back of the classroom. I wiped my eyes before running my
fingertips over my lips, having sworn I had Bennett pinned up against a wall,
tasting her beautifully sculpted body while she taunted me, letting go of her
inhibitions and giving herself to me. Feeling the bulge that was my cock, I
reached down to massage it, trying to discreetly ease the ache that had settled
into what was turning into the most sensitive part of my body.

I was losing
control. Never had I ever fallen asleep, drifted off, or lost my train of
thought when it came to my job-- until now. My feral attraction to Bennett was
beginning to destroy me. My psyche wouldn't allow me to move on from her. She
was imprinted in my mind.

"What the
fuck, man? Falling asleep in the classroom?" Jensen asked, looking
absolutely disgusted. Thankfully the classroom was empty.

"I don't
know what the fuck got into me," I lied, rubbing my hands over my eyes
again.

"I know
what the fucks gotten into you," Jensen sneered. "Get yourself
together, Alex."

I abruptly stood
up, my chair loudly scratching against the floor, bringing myself face to face
with Jensen. Even though I was off my game, I was still his senior and wouldn't
tolerate his shit.

"You better
stand the fuck down, Jensen," I hissed.

Our breathing
intensified as we stood glaring at one another, scowls deepening as neither of
us wanted to back down.

"Whoa. Fill
me in. I want to know what the fucks gotten into both of you," Newsome
said, trying to diffuse the combustible situation we now found ourselves in.

"It's
nothing, man," I said. "Nothing at all."

He didn't look
convinced.

Jensen turned
and walked out of the classroom, leaving Newsome and me standing there. I
needed to let him know that he had gone too far with Bennett the night before.

"Hey, man. Just
wanted to say thanks for yesterday." I grabbed the back of his neck,
playfully gripping it.

A bright smile
crept across his face. "Oh, no problem, man. I love picking out the
example. It always feels good getting to blow out my frustrations by destroying
shit."

He laughed, but
I couldn't join in. He took one look at my face and stopped.

"I
appreciate it, but don't go overboard like that next time."

"But,
that's what we always--"

I stopped him,
gripping just a bit harder.
 
"I
know. But for a female, that was a bit too much. You understand that?" I
responded, my voice growing more
defense
with every
word spoken.

Confusion swept
over him as he looked at me with piqued curiosity, but I didn't say anything
further. I simply patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to go on his
way. He didn't say another word, instead strolling outside and lighting up his
cigarette.

He was right. We
did normally pick out an example and go ape shit on them, but where Bennett was
concerned, that shit had rubbed me raw and pissed me off.

Staring at my
watch, I realized I only had about ten minutes left of the
fifteen
minute
break normally allotted to the students. I stepped into my office
and slammed the door shut, throwing my cover on the desk and yelling out my
frustrations. Perspiration coated my face as I ran my hands over it, trying to
figure out a sensible way to drain the pent up aggression raging inside of me.

Sitting down in
my chair, I blew out an exasperated breath while thoughts of Bennett came
crashing back into my mind with the force of a wrecking ball. How this girl had
mind fucked me with one brief encounter was beyond me. Ever since the day I
swore into the Corps, nothing and no one, with the exception of family, had
ever come before it. The shit they preached to you in bootcamp about the guy to
the right and left of you being your brother was taken to heart. I would gladly
take a bullet for any of these motherfuckers, and believed wholeheartedly in
everything the Corps laid out before us.

Bennett
challenged those beliefs and placed me between a rock and a hard place.
 
On one end, the rules mattered. They
kept order in an
often unorganized
world, but on the
other end, the rules were a roadblock to a very enticing prize at the end of a
very winding road. They were the stern warning given to a dog
who
's just had a bone placed before him and told not to
touch. Bennett was the warning that I didn't want to heed.

Looking down at
my watch, I sat up, patiently awaiting composure to take hold of my body. There
was no way I was going back into that classroom with my cock throbbing and mind
wandering. After straightening my uniform, I walked out to the bathroom,
leaning over to splash some cold water over my face. A cold shower would have
been a much better choice, but the face splash was all I could accomplish at
the moment.

I grabbed a few
paper towels, wiping and drying off my face and hands, when Jensen walked in,
stopping at the urinal. He finished his piss,
then
made his way over to the sinks, washing his hands while looking at me through
the mirror.

"Have you
fucked her?" he asked, putting me on guard with the high level of bite in
his tone. He didn't look away after asking the question.

"That's
none of your fucking business, Brandon."

He grabbed a few
paper towels and dried his hands, turning to face me with pure malice in his
eyes.

"It's my
fucking business when it brings chaos into the schoolhouse. You understand
better than most why these rules are put in place. You were the last person I
ever thought I’d have to watch over when it came to shit like this."

"You don't
need to watch over shit when it comes to me. I'm just fine," I hissed,
growing more annoyed with every word he spoke.

"You sure
about that? Because I can't remember that last time our lead instructor flirted
with one of his students, set up field day failures to get near her, and fell
asleep on the job.
 
You'd have
someone's rank for falling asleep on duty. It's not like you, Alex"

"Like I've
already said, there is nothing to fucking worry about," I grumbled,
glaring at him before walking towards to the exit door.

"I'm just
letting you know I won't stand by and lie about this shit."

I stopped just
as my hand was grasping the knob.

"What did
you say?"

"I won't
lie about it. If a senior asks about this shit, I will not dishonor
myself or my service
. The Corps is bigger than one
man."

My eyes dimmed
as I walked back in his direction, stopping just before him.

"There
won't be shit to tell because nothing has happened," I coldly responded,
glaring my icy stare at him.

 
In body size, Jensen was my equal, so he
showed no signs of being intimidated. We stood for what felt like a lifetime,
staring at one another, willing the other to back down. With two alpha males in
the same room, standing on opposite sides of the issue, the air was beginning
to go stale.

"Let's just
keep it that way," Jensen said, finally breaking the showdown before
striding out.