Ice (Elite Forces #1)(2)

We fight too much for that. He fights for leadership, while I fight for approval. I don’t need approval from Harris, he’s always treated me as his equal. There are some who don’t seem to think a woman should be out here, dealing with day-to-day combat. Why I give a f*ck, is beyond me.

He wraps his arms around me and fills his hands with my ass, lifting me until my legs are wrapped around his waist.

"Don't even think about sticking that in me without a condom."

"You're really sexy when you talk dirty." He's such a smartass. Why am I doing this again? Because I need dick in my life, that's why. I have built up aggression that I need to work out and he's the perfect candidate for me to take it out on. He won't expect more than this right here.

I slide down his body while he rolls the condom into place, practically salivating at the sight of him. Damn it. All those months of him bragging, and he wasn't really exaggerating. I guess I should be thankful.

"Get back up here. It's hammer time, Sweetheart."

"You really should stop talking." I don't even care that he's annoying me. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and let him begin to slide me onto him.

"Oh shitttttt." He feels so good. In fact, he's the type I’ll have to adjust for. He's gripping my hips and barely sliding the tip of him into me, just as I hear footsteps outside the tent.

"Captain Elliott. Report for duty." Who the hell is that? Who wants to die? Harris stills. His eyes widen.

“Who the hell is that?” he whispers.

"I'm busy right now." My words are a mumble as I pull my hips away from his and roll them forward, trying to get him inside of me. This is pathetic. Damn it.

The sound of the canvas opening shocks me. My heart practically shatters when a bearded man enters. His eyes widen slightly and I swear I see him smirk.

"I can see that, but you will report for duty immediately." His glare is snarky and he’s demanding and arrogant as hell.

Without moving, I close my eyes and curse this man. Curse myself for falling victim to the weak bitch syndrome. I haven't worked my ass off for eight years to be taken down by two dicks in one night.

"I'll be right there." My eyes never leaving his face.

"Captain." He nods at Harris. "I'll see you in the morning." I watch the bearded man, who I can only assume is my new Commander, step outside the tent. I don't hear the sound of footsteps of him leaving, so I'm sure he's standing there making sure I don't take too long. Shit.

I slide down Harris with a new urgency. My * is begging to stay and finish what we started, but my heart and mind can't. I may have just f*cked up everything I've worked so hard to do.

My clothes are wrinkled at our feet, so I rush for tomorrow's set, discarding my old ones as I move. Putting everything in place in record time, including my hair, I look at Harris one last time before I exit. My gut tingles thinking of the possibilities of how good he would've been.

He pulls my arm, drawing me close when I try to pass him. "Let me know what happens." His words are a whisper in my ear as he holds me close. Nodding, I leave him standing there half-dressed while I go meet my fate.

I step out into the warm night air to find him facing me. His glare causes instant guilt, and I know I'm in deep shit. I stand at attention and wait for him. Everything I’ve worked my entire life for is going to disappear. And for what? Absolutely nothing.

"Captain Elliott. Follow me." He turns abruptly and walks fast toward the only solid structure in sight. I follow him with a quick step until he closes the door to a back room in the headquarters building.

I stand in position, waiting for my verbal lashing, while he moves around the small room. His makeshift desk is scattered with papers and files like he's been studying for hours. I focus on my posture and try to keep the fear from showing on my face. My career is completely f*cked, and I didn't even get to enjoy it as it went up in flames.

"On your f*cking knees." His order surprises me. I've been disrespected as a woman many times along the way, but never like this, and especially not by a superior. I've always managed to prove myself to my unit, and the guys usually had my back in any situation that came up, even the ones who I know don’t want me here.

"Excuse me, Sir." I’m desperately trying to shelter the rage boiling inside of me with my tone.

"I said. Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees." My eyes meet his as I struggle with his command. Deep, dark blue, penetrating eyes dominantly sever into mine. What in the f*ck?

"If you want to keep your position on this mission, you'll make me forget what I just saw you doing. There's really only one way I can think that you can do that." I'll never drop to my knees for this man. He can die trying to make me.

He's watching me as I process his words. That f*cking smirk on his face makes an appearance again, and my hatred begins to grow.

"In fact, if you're good enough, I'll even let you pay the debt for your little f*ck buddy, Captain Harris." Shit. I stand there with what I hope appears to be confidence, when in all reality, I'm dying inside. I can't degrade myself enough to beg on my knees for my position. I'm better than that. I know I'm done forever, but to defy Harris by not giving him the loyalty I know one hundred percent he'd have for me, isn't an option.