Ice (Elite Forces #1)(3)
There's a very large grey area when it comes to sexual relations while on active duty. First, I could argue that we're truly not active at the moment. It's definitely something that's frowned upon with Officers; we set the mood for the entire squad, and the last thing we all want is everyone trying to f*ck everyone else. Harris and I are both Captains, so it's not completely against the rules, but it’s reason for reprimand, that's for certain.
"Unless you'd rather I report what's still going through my head. I mean, the images are burnt into my brain while I try to decide how to handle this raging hard-on you've caused." I don't move. I'm frozen in the position I've stood so many times, listening to the words that will change my life forever. I know this. I can feel that much.
He has a hard-on? For me? Jesus. What the hell is going down here?
He stops directly in front of me, his shirt bulging from the obvious muscles that are hidden beneath the fabric. That beard catches my attention again. It's one of the longest ones I've seen allowed in the Army, but then again, Special Forces has its own set of rules. He's older than I am, I'd guess by at least five years, maybe six. His eyes are demanding. I still can't look into them. It’s as if he’s trying to degrade me. This man is pissing me off.
"Captain. Don't leave me waiting." He stands proud as his eyes trace my body. This uniform isn't flattering in my opinion, but he obviously thinks otherwise. His stare has me aching all over again. My body betraying me in ways I can’t express or begin to understand. Fuck, I’m confused all to hell.
I start to rationalize my options. I'm really not left with many. I can suck off my Commander and hope he holds his end of the bargain, or I can walk out of here, knowing my fate.
"CAPTAIN. ADDRESS ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU." The loudness of his voice startles me into a tighter stance.
"Sir, yes sir." He moves closer, inspecting me closely as he does. He walks all the way around me, close enough to inhale my scent if he wants to. Feeling him brushing my ass with his hand, I flinch and feel a burn from his simple touch.
"That's better." The breath from his deep voice hits my ear as he passes. He moves in close to my face when he finishes circling me. His inspection of my body is obviously over. I find myself cringing with the way I feel right now. My new Commander is a prick, and this is not exactly the best first impression for either of us.
"What's your decision, Captain?" His deep grumble is more than a whisper, but not easily heard.
"I haven't done anything wrong, Sir." The intensity in his face increases. He's pissed off, and I don't really know how to cool down this situation with words. I'm left with defending my actions and hoping for the best.
"That's subjective." I continue to stand with what little pride I have left flowing through my body, working hard to send the perception that I have more than is really there. "I can't have my soldiers constantly trying to get their dicks wet, or in this case, their *." That last word comes out in a deeper voice than the rest of them. Why is that on the verge of sexy?
"I assure you, I'm completely professional and you'll have no issues regarding me or Captain Harris." I mean every word I say. Truthfully.
"Ah.... Yes. I can trust that. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his dick shoved deep inside you. That's very professional. We could probably solve the nation's problems if we approached them with that mindset." He starts pacing in front of me, only taking three steps each way before he rotates to walk the other way.
I hate that I can't even argue with him. I hate that in the few minutes I've had with him, I've hated him and found him sexy as f*ck at the same time. His demeanor demands respect, and it's obvious he feels I've disrespected him and will have hell to pay for my actions.
"Sir, we were in our own private quarters. The others aren't aware of our actions." He stops in front of me once again, his eyes flaring with anger.
"I could hear you. I heard him demand you on your knees. I heard the desperation in your voice before I ever saw it on your face." He moves in close once again. Why does this not get any easier? It's an intimidation move, I know this. I've been dealing with it for years; that's why it shouldn't bother me, but with him it does.
He lowers his head, letting his eyes trace my face. It's causing me to hold back a breath I very desperately need to take. He's too close. He's in my space. Maybe it's my guilt and the fear of what the consequences will truly be that are hindering my ability to cope with his intensity.
"I'm having you both removed from the mission." He rotates on his heel and walks away. "You'll be discharged, and I'll make sure your superior is very aware of the way you handle yourself as a Captain." The air leaves my chest in one long exhale. Did he not hear me? We did nothing wrong.
There it is. My worst nightmare. The exact thing I knew was possibly on the line when I started thinking with my * instead of my mind and heart. I love what I do. I've dedicated my entire adult life to this. It's not a job to me, it's my life.
"Sir. Permission to discuss in detail. Please?" Ugh. I’m not into being nice right now. I should have just shut my mouth and dropped to my knees.
"There's nothing to discuss, Captain. I'm here to make sure this mission is carried out without a single chance of flaw. If I feel you're in a relationship that will hinder your ability to function in that manner, I must remove you from the mission."