Page 84 of Commander in Briefs

Cade looks downright murderous, but again, he doesn’t argue. He doesn’t respond either, which makes Anniston’s crazy come out even more.

“Major! Am I understood?”

Cade meets her eyes and yells, “Ma’am, yes, ma’am.” He’s fuming but doesn’t utter another word. The only thing that gives him away is the steady tick of his jaw.

The rest of us watch silently as the drama unfolds. Usually, in this situation one of us would start ragging the shit out of whoever got in trouble. Okay, usually it’s me, but in this situation, no one even breathes.

We all heard Cade screaming last night. He suffers from PTSD, like most of them, but apparently his is bad. Ans was up most of the night working him through the horror.

“Shirts off. One at a time,” she demands, looking at me. “You first, lover.”

I feel the corner of my mouth tip up in an almost smile. Reaching behind my neck, I grab the collar, pulling it over my head slowly. She likes it slow. She likes to see the reveal of every line of muscle, inch by inch. She’s kinky like that. When I feel the hem graze the back of my neck, I yank harder and toss it to my feet. Lifting my eyes to meet her beautiful blues, I give her a little wink and a playful smile.

She returns it and nods at Hayes. “Let’s go, beautiful. Show Mama.”

Hayes belts out a laugh and grabs the hem of his shirt first, raising the corner up slowly, keeping his eyes trained on Ans. She stays focused, never taking her gaze off of him. He continues until his grey Dri-FIT shirt is to his shoulder, showcasing all his hard work at the gym. Muscles flexing, he clenches them a few times, giving Anniston her little fucked up show, and pulls his arm out. His head and remaining arm pop through next before he throws the discarded shirt at Anniston’s feet, leaving his bare, scar-free chest on display.

She casually strolls up to him and traces the hard lines of his swollen pecs. He grins. It’s purely platonic between them. Well, I can’t be positive, but I think so. I make sure to piss on my territory every time I am here to keep the fantasies at bay.

Most of the guys know her unorthodox method is just that. She builds them up, makes them feel sexy and wanted. She probably makes them incredibly horny too but I know for a fact they handle that elsewhere. It doesn’t mean that watching this little shit show of madness doesn’t make me jealous as fuck.

The first time I saw it with Cade, I had a complete and utter meltdown. I’m talking tantrum and all. It took some aggressive sex and a shit-ton of liquor before I finally could listen to her reasoning.

Anniston looks at the newbie next. Hitching a brow, she orders, “Your turn, handsome.”

Lawson, aka the rookie, pales. I guess I would, too. I am the smallest of these guys. I don’t have the bulky frame and huge calves like they do. It’s like comparing Vin Diesel to Paul Walker, me being Paul, and I mean the Paul from the first movie.

I hold on to the knowledge that Ans comes up with my workouts and conditions my body just as she wants it. And, I’m just not a big guy. Years of playing ball have left me lean. Granted, my shoulder and back muscles are something to brag about. And my glutes. Definitely my glutes. Ans’ favorite. But the lesson here is to love yourself, or some shit like that. I think Ans just gets her rocks off making us all strip.

The newbie fidgets with his hem. It’s obvious he doesn’t want to take it off. His frame is thin and probably heavily scarred. Most of the guys are. I don’t know this guy’s story but I know bits of the others’ and none of them are fairy tales.

Sensing the newbie’s discomfort, Anniston says quietly, “Lawson, this is a safe place. We workout with our shirts off to display our scars. Our scars are badges of honor, whether they are on the inside or the outside. It’s important for you to see the strength one body can endure. Every twitch of the muscles that hold the bones steady. They are yours to control. Yours to build to be exactly what you want.”

She turns to Cade and my fists immediately clench at my sides. Cade is the hardest one for me to watch because although he knows she is mine, he wouldn’t hesitate to take her from me. He wants her. I am a dude. I know this. I also know they share a special bond. But she is, and always has been, mine. Watching her smile as she approaches Cade makes my heart ache like I’m one beat from a heart attack.

Unsmiling, his eyes are intently locked with hers.

“May I, Gorgeous?”

He nods tersely, no doubt steeling himself for the torture he’s about to endure.

She clenches the bottom of his shirt and bends her knees until her face is at his pant line.

Fuck! I am so holding back her orgasm tonight. This shit is brutal.

Inch by inch, she kisses each scar on Cade’s chest and stomach as it is revealed. His eyes drift shut and his breathing becomes harsher. Anniston wraps her arm around his back, pulling him closer to her body as she stands, but he instinctively is pulling away. Another one of his issues, I think.

It’s hard for these guys to feel loved and attractive after the hell they have been through, but she forces each and every one of them to take the love she gives them.

I, however, have no problem in this area. Wherever she wants to kiss, I am game. Whatever sweet nothings or compliments she wants to throw my way only boost my ego. Then again, I haven’t seen my entire team blown to bits in front of my eyes. I know I am not strong enough to handle that kind of trauma.

My life has been sheltered and I have mad respect for these guys, who continue to climb out of the rabbit hole and attempt to create a normal life for themselves. So, I share my girl with them, even when I want to be a jealous fuck and take her away from all this.

Cade grunts as Anniston pushes his shirt over his broad shoulder. Eyes pinched shut, he flinches when she kisses several of the angry jagged marks decorating his pectoral muscles.

“Lower,” she whispers against his heart.

He complies and kneels at her feet, lifting his arms. It’s apparent this routine is well practiced. With his chest bare, she caresses the side of his stubbled face and plants a sweet kiss to his twitching cheek. How fucking long is this going to take? Cade opens his eyes and rises, giving Anniston a hesitant smile.

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