Page 89 of The Soldier

The possession I feel for this woman is rapidly increasing. If she’d just have a damn conversation with me we could talk about how this might work.

“Let me take you home.” I brush her cheek.

Trina wriggles under me and I gently pull out.

“Move, move.” Trina nudges me and then races over to the toilet. Then plonks down and rips about ten miles of toilet paper from the roll.

I love watching her pee.

“Stop watching me.” She grumbles.

“Nope. You are cute.” I grab some paper towels and clean my dick, then put it away.

She flushes and pushes her dress down, looking around for her panties.

“These are mine.” I tuck them into my jean pocket. “You get them when you come back to my place.”

Trina washes her hands, shooting me an annoyed look. “So let me get this straight, you want me walking around with no panties out there, while I’m on a date with another guy.”

I growl.

“No. I want you to go out there and tell Roger to fuck off home. Tell him that you are mine. Let him smell me on you.”

“I’m not yours.”

“Your pussy says otherwise.”

“She”—she pokes my chest—“is a traitor. I told you. This can’t be a thing. It’s just lust. Now give me my panties back.”

“No.” I put my hands on my hips.

Her eyes roam my body and I watch as she considers tackling me. Which is hilarious.

“Take your best shot darlin’.”

“Stop with that Southern accent. You already got what you wanted.”

I snap.

How fucking long is she going to keep refusing to accept what this is? Or at least that it’s something worth pursuing.

Grabbing her arms, I see the shock on her face as I pull her up against me. “So did you. At least I can admit what I want. Stop hiding from this and fucking talk to me.”

“I told you. No. You don’t understand.”

I release her.

“Yeah. I think I do.” I shake my head. “Your dad was military, and he died.”

Her mouth drops open.

“But is that really it?” I ask, glancing at the door and hearing voices outside. “Because you’re happy to date that fucker out there who is Special Forces, but not me.”

Trina gasps.

“You investigated me? How dare you!”

Missed the point.

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