here and there. At one point, Dalton got emotional, wiping tears that fell from his strikingly pure azure eyes at the mention of some things in his past. I swallowed hard, unsure how we had gotten to this point and wanting to quickly remove myself from it. I had learned a long time ago to build a fortress around my emotions, not showing any signs of weakness because they could be preyed on. Apparently, Dalton didn't have that same mindset, and it somewhat shocked me that a guy of his stature would cry, but I didn't judge. Instead, I reached over and hugged him.
As we pulled away, Dalton's face flushed red, a sure fire sign of embarrassment, and he wiped his last stray tear, smiling at me and warming my heart.
'It's twenty-two hundred, Marines. Time to get back to your own rooms,' a young Private on fire watch called out as he stood out in the hallway looking into my room. I looked up, the face unrecognizable to me.
'I'll come by tomorrow. Run first thing in the morning,' Dalton said, standing up and then hugging me.
The Private stood in his spot until Dalton was out of the room and walking down the hallway. I shut my door, then turned to make my way to my dresser, grabbing a t-shirt and shorts to change into for bed. I still wasn't sure where Angelica was, and honestly, I didn't really care. It was nice to not have to deal with her bullshit for a night.
Just as I was washing my face, my cell phone went off on my desk, prompting me to hurry over to it. When I looked down at it, I was a bit shocked by what was on the screen.
Unknown: 2200 is the rule for weekends, but much too late for YOU to have unworthy dicks in your room. Good night!
My mind was racing to try and come up with a witty comeback but failed to do so. I couldn't think of anything that would show him that he wasn't affecting me, so I typed the first thing that came to mind.
Me: It's too late for any dicks, so I guess I will also bid YOU good night.
A quick response chimed on my phone.
Unknown: Don't make me show you how BIG of a DICK I can be. It's never too late for me. You'd be wise to pay attention to that.
A tight squeeze of my thighs was needed as a charge of sensation burst in between my legs, sending an ache accompanied by the thrill of an intense need pummeling down and into me. A light smiled caressed my lips as I found myself being sucked in by his dirty banter, which I wanted, and didn't want, all at the same time. I didn't need to go any further, even though I wanted to. Instead, I denied what my mind and body craved, and sent a text to quiet him down.
Sent: Good night, Sgt. Cruz.
After sending the text, I shut my phone off. I knew how weak I could be when he was around, and since I had earlier reconciled with myself that I would no longer be playing into his hands or giving in to his advances, I cut it off, then fell asleep watching pointless TV.
Chapter 9
Alex
Dammit. I was losing my touch. Castillo bringing me dinner, while satisfying, was definitely not what I needed tonight. Fuck if Bennett didn't see me, sitting there, enjoying what could be perceived as a date-- only it wasn't a date. It wasn't anywhere close to a date. I was simply stuck on duty, and Castillo showed up with food; home cooked food at that.
Who could pass that shit up?
What I didn't plan on was her sticking around, especially not long enough for Bennett to walk by and see us, and with that fucking Dalton kid at that. That look on his face made me see red, like a bull ready to take out a matador, but I’d composed myself. I wasn't about to show my ass in front of the private that I was stuck on duty with.
Bennett's little comments, coming from that sweet, yet smart ass mouth of hers, were nothing but a stimulant to my already hardened dick. The way she went toe to toe with Castillo, even though she's a junior Marine, made her even more appealing to me. The intensity in her eyes as she glared back at her, that quick wit coming off those innocent lips, excited every inch of me. How a girl with the delicacy of a flower could have the demeanor of a pit bull was a total mind fuck to me, one that was welcomed every day of the week. She stood there, looking like she wanted to know about the food, when deep inside I knew she wanted to know about me and the female sitting next to me. And Castillo knew it too. Laughter would have come pouring out of me if I hadn't found the poise to keep it locked down. The situation was comical, even if I was the only one to find the humor in it.
What I didn't find comical was finding out that Dalton was in Bennett's room up until 10pm-- alone. Ruiz had already been granted clearance to be out for the night, and even though I didn’t want to give it to her, I needed to. It was my way of getting to Bennett without the constant distraction. Good thing the firewatch for the night asked no questions and just did as told. I’d had a feeling Dalton might be there, but deep inside I’d wanted to be wrong. Fire ignited in my gut when I was radioed and told that the fucker was, in fact, in there and had to be told to leave. If I could have punched through walls, I would have.
2:24am, and the private on duty with me was asleep. It was time for him to wake the fuck up while I made my rounds.
'Hey, Private Rinaldi, wake up. I'm going on my rounds,' I told him, standing over him with my radio in hand. He awoke in a hurry, blinking furiously as he tried to focus on my face with the bright lights of the barracks room shining down on him. 'If you need me--radio. Under no circumstances are you to go to sleep or abandon your post while I'm out, you understand that?'
'Yes, Sergeant,' he answered in a hurry.
I walked briskly out the door, turning to my right and circling the building before making my way up the stairs. Strolling the outside, I was thankful to find no late night/early morning barracks shenanigans taking place. Even if everyone wasn't asleep, the barracks were quiet which was always a welcomed sound.
As I turned the last corner of the walkway, I found myself only inches away from Bennett's room. My steps slowed, my hands began to sweat, and my stomach formed into a contortion of thick, tightly twisted knots, waiting for someone to come and end my fucking misery. Stretching my arms didn't help a damn thing, it actually made it worse. As I outstretched my arms, the tight material of my shirt clung to my biceps, the nervous perspiration helping to lock it down. I looked around, swallowed hard, then looked around again. My mind kept telling me to retreat, but the powerful feeling coming from the headstrong muscle in between my legs kept telling me to stop being a pussy and walk in there. It was time to finally get what it was that I had been denied for far too long. I wanted to listen to my cock and my cock only, but my mind was a powerful piece of shit, killing the thoughts of walking into that room and having my way with Bennett.
What if she didn't want it? There would be a sexual harassment charge waiting for me, ending my fucking career as I knew it and the end of me as a free man. It would mean the end of my life because without the Corps, I was nothing. As my mind began to power through the strangle hold that my cock had on me, I walked away from her room, rubbing my face at the disappointment that I had with myself for allowing my dick to lead the way. Nothing good comes when your cock does all of the thinking. Nothing.
I walked away, feeling defeated and triumphant, and sure as shit confused. Just as I was about to turn the corner, another thought popped into my head, forcing me to stop and turn around. If she didn't want me, then why would she put herself out there for me? The mixed signals were driving me bat-shit crazy, and I was going to
