Page 21 of Angels & Whiskey
“Let’s take off your shirt so I can taste your titties now.”
“Titties?” She laughed, her head tilting back, exposing her neck.
I smirked. “Titties, boobies, tits—whatever.”
I helped her lift her black tank top then threw it into the front seat. “You have perfect titties.”
“Shut up and taste them already.” She chuckled, reaching for my shirt to bring me down to her as she lay back on the bench seat.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I didn’t hesitate as I started at her lips again, working my way down her neck, her chest valley and to her right breast. Pulling the cup of her bra down, I licked her puckered nipple. Her back arched and a moan escaped her mouth.
“You like that, babe?”
“Yes,” she panted.
I pulled the other cup down, doing the same to her left breast as I did to her right. Her legs wrapped around my waist, bringing me closer as I rubbed my jean covered crotch against her heat.
I traced my tongue down her flat stomach, inching down to unbutton her jeans. I popped the button and—
There was a knock on the door.
Stilling, I looked up at Alyssa, her eyes huge as she looked over my shoulder. “It’s Major Dick.”
My neck instantly tightened and I took a deep breath to calm down. I pulled away from her, throwing the car door open.
“What the fuck do you want?” I snapped.
“I can’t wait to bring you up on UCMJ charges, Captain. I’ll love watching your ass be thrown into jail for fraternization.” He grinned like the fucking Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
“You think they’ll believe you?” I crossed my arms over my chest, my legs spread wide as I stood there glaring at him.
“You think they won’t?”
“You have no proof.”
“It’s crazy how technology has changed over the years.” He held up his cell phone still smiling like the asshole he was. “Takes video now.”
I lunged at him, reaching for the phone to break it into a million pieces. He turned, sending me stumbling.
“Now, Captain, that’s no way to talk to your commanding officer.” The evil smile never left his face as he taunted me. “Maybe I should get in on this action.” He looked down at Alyssa as she sat in the backseat, averting her eyes.
“You fucking lay a hand on her and I’ll kill you!” I barked.
He clucked his tongue, tsking me. “Come on, Captain, you know I can’t touch what’s dead.”
“Dead?” I looked at Alyssa. She was no longer in her jeans and black bra. She was now wearing her army uniform, blood covering the right front side of her chest.
“What did you do?” I shouted, stepping forward to rush to her, but he held me back. “Let me go. I need to save her!”
“She’s already dead.”
“No!”
I woke up screaming, clenching the sheets around me. Fucking Major Dick. My dream wasn’t even real. Alyssa and I had never been caught.
“Gabe?” Jackson knocked on my closed bedroom door. “You okay?”
