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PROLOGUE
Loyalty, Duty, Honor, Respect, Courage, and Integrity... Those are six of the seven cores embedded into a soldier’s brain when you enlist in The United States Army.
I remember like it was yesterday, placing my hand on the bible, while holding my other hand high along with my head, turning my life over to protect my country. Only, it wasn’t yesterday, it was eight long, tortuous, agonizing years ago.
My reasons for thinking agonizing have nothing to do with the Army. I live it. I breathe it. My life is consumed by it because it’s all I’ve ever wanted.
It’s agonizing because here I stand in complete darkness as one of the first women to graduate from The Army’s Special Ranger’s School. Agony may be a harsh word to use. However, no one was more relieved than I was when the law was lifted a few years ago and women were notoriously approved to serve our country in day-to-day ground combat roles. Our nation has come a long way in allowing equal rights to women. It's about fucking time.
For two months I trained, barely slept, and pushed my now well-defined body to the brink of exhaustion. My dream is now a reality and my right to be here is embedded into my soul.
My mental stability was pushed to the limits, physical strength tested to the point of pain so excruciating that I was ready to give up, surrender, and dare to show them weakness, but I never did. I would've died first.
With the help of a fellow Captain, I pushed harder, became stronger, and passed. Yet here I stand, ready and willing to throw my dream away, all for a simple quick fuck. It’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever thought about doing in my life and god help me, I can’t control it, nor do I want to.
I’ve been in the desert a little over a month now, lucky enough to have been given the same orders as that same fellow Captain who encouraged me all those months ago to press forward and prove to myself and everyone else that I could live my dream and become who I wanted to be.
Captain Beau Harris and I have been flirting, eye-fucking each other since we first re-connected in this shit-hole country. Both of us pissing the time away while we wait for our Commander to arrive so he can deal out our orders. I crave the day we get to go behind enemy lines and destroy a substantial military target. It’s a mission that should have been started weeks ago. The higher ups have been tight-lipped and they've been pissing me the fuck off.
Hence, the reason I need sex. I’m not a slut; in fact, I’m far from it. But hell, after training and now waiting for someone who should’ve already been here, I’m sexually frustrated. My pussy needs attention. It needs to be pounded, fucked, and filled with a great cock before I lose my mind.
So that brings me to core number seven... Selfless Service. That's the one I've mastered. Everything I do is for my country or for my subordinates. I don't do anything for me, it's just not allowed. Well, tonight I'm feeling selfish.
I’m Captain Jade Elliott of The United States Army and I’m about to break every single one of the seven cores I pledged.
CHAPTER ONE
Jade
“Fuck. You smell good.” Harris sneaks up behind me, places his hand on the small of my back as he pushes me inside my tent. I’m the only woman out here. The men all share a tent, while I choose to have my own. It may be small, but it’s mine. At this very moment, I’m thankful I chose to sleep on my own. I’m selfish, always have been. My upbringing made me this way.
I’m an only daughter who rebelled against her parents. They wanted a girly girl, but instead they wound up with me. Don’t get me wrong, I can be as girly as they come. I love the feel of silk across my soft skin, and the smell of lavender in my bath, or my nails and toes pampered.
However, when you grow up with four older brothers who played Army and you wanted someone to play with, then you played it too.
I could carry on for hours about how I became a soldier. There’s no time for it now. Right now, my pussy is throbbing, the need to be touched by a man and not my fingers has me spinning around and cupping Harris’s already hard cock.
"Don't fucking talk, and I swear if you tell anyone, I'll cut your dick off." He grabs my throat when I threaten his manhood. He knows I want this. I need this. Hell, it's to the point now that we're both distracted. I'm hoping this is like a bad itch that'll go away after we scratch it and oh fuck, do I ever plan to scratch it. He wants this as much as I do. I’m tired of playing games and hell, there isn’t time for foreplay, I’m wet and ready.
"Don't give me orders." His grip on my neck releases when our lips connect. Our hands both clawing at clothing with desperation and urgency. God, I want his dick inside me more than I care to breathe right now. How did I turn into this desperate pile of disgrace? I'm like a crack whore waiting for her next hit. I just need this. Right. Fucking. Now.
"On your knees," he tries to order me to position.
"I'm not here to suck dick. I want the real deal."
"Oh. You're gonna get the real fucking deal. You should be worried about how you're gonna stay quiet when I pound that sweet pussy all night long."
"We don't have all night. I want you out of here before long."
"Look at you. Already trying to get rid of me. Don't you think you should wait until you've had a taste?" He bites my lip as he finishes talking. I watch him. The lights shining through the walls of the tent light us both up enough that I can see his perfect chest. I run my hands over his biceps and slowly down his arms. I've masturbated to the thoughts of this man many times. Having him in my hands is not a let-down by any means. He's perfect. Why does he have to look and feel so fucking perfect? I know him. The real him. He's a pain in my ass every fucking day. I could never do anything more than this right here with him.
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 fuck, 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.
