Page 10 of Protected By The Green Berets

The last thing we needed was to bring this woman, who had the face of an angel and a body that made me want to do the most depraved things to her, into a country where terrorists were attacking locals and U.S. Soldiers alike. The idea of her being hurt brought out a fierce protective instinct in me and I hated it. It wasn’t my job to protect her. Except now itwasmy job thanks to my cousin and our bosses.

Sighing, I strode over to the building my office was in and moved through the halls as quickly as I could. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. I just needed a few minutes to myself.

I’d watched her all through the meal. Keller had been busy and hadn’t joined us, but the other two had been more than happy to sit and talk with her. She’d faded fast, the exhaustion in her eyes apparent. Keller had changed his mind about her starting tomorrow and decided to have her join us on tonight’s run, but she needed rest. Tomorrow morning was soon enough for her to start.

The phone on my desk rang as I sat down and I picked it up. “King.”

“Did you get the ammunition mix up figured out?” Keller asked without bothering to exchange pleasantries.

“I’m meeting with Derrick in an hour. It’ll be fixed by tonight.”

“Good.” I heard the hesitation before he asked, “How is she settling in?”

“Fine. Fed her then dropped her off at the barracks.”

“What? We have another meeting in two hours, Alden. There isn’t much time-”

“You don’t think I know that?” I asked, interrupting him. “She was dead on her feet, Kell. We can start hammering all this into her head tomorrow like you originally told her. She’s not going to retain much if we start now.”

My cousin was silent for a minute before he sighed. “Fine. Tomorrow, oh five hundred. Make sure she’s ready.”

“You can tell her at dinner tonight,” I replied with a wicked smile. I knew exactly what Keller was doing. He was trying to push anything to do with Zinnia off onto me so he didn’t have to deal with her. I hadn’t missed the way my cousin had watched her.

This entire fucking team was sporting wood for our newest teammate. Thank fucking Christ this arrangement was only temporary. If it was permanent we’d all be fucked. Nothing tore a team apart faster than when all the men wanted the same woman. Having her deployed with you? It made it damn near impossible to rectify the tear in the bond.

That was another reason I was in such a sour mood. I wanted her. My cock pulsed like an aching tooth. I tried to ignore it and put the woman responsible for my discomfort out of my mind while I got to work.

Ten minutes later, I swept my arm across my desk. The phone, computer keyboard, and papers went flying off the surface. “Fucking pain in my ass!”

A Private stuck his head in the door and stared, wide eyed at the mess. “Uh…”

“What?” I barked at him. It was impossible to concentrate and I was getting pissed off. Unfortunately for the guy at my door that irritation passed to him.

“I-I was supposed to tell you, Sir. Captain Summers is going to be late.”

Cursing my luck, I glared at the young soldier. “How late?”

“He said he’d meet you at five.”

Our original meeting had been at three. That was going to push back my entire timeline for the day. There wasn’t much I could do about it. “Fine,” I told him. “Clean this up.”

Standing and leaving the kid staring at me with his mouth wide open, I left my office. I needed an outlet for all the pent up rage and lust that was coursing through my system. Since bursting into the female barracks and rage fucking Z wasn’t an option, I settled for something else.

I stepped into the locker room and changed into the PT clothes that hung in my locker. This gym was for special forces—the whole building was ours—and there was only one other guy inside as I went over to the rack holding the free weights.

We nodded at each other, but soon fell into our routines and ignored one another. My muscles were burning and sweat poured off my brow as I hefted the dumbbells in my hands. I’d been at it for an hour and finally the anger had diminished.

The aching arousal was still present and I had a feeling it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I was alone now, so I re-racked my weights and walked into the locker room.

I turned the water on—lukewarm—and stripped. Stepping into the spray, I bent my head and let it belt over me. Water poured down my body, washing the sweat away.

Pumping the container hanging on the wall, I stared at the shampoo in my hand for a moment. I looked over my shoulder. The room was still empty. There were no dividers or curtains, just an open tiled space where there were five separate shower heads. We all showered together. If someone walked in they would get an eyeful of what I was about to do.

Getting a bit more soap in my palm, I gripped my cock and groaned. One hand against the wall to steady myself, I let the other stroke over my length as I pictured the pretty blonde who’d crashed into my world like the Kool-Aid man through a wall.

My chest was heaving as I stroked, imagining her lips closing over me as I gripped her hair. I’d use it to fuck her face at my own pace and she’d fucking love what I gave her. She’d take it and still beg for more once she wasn’t gagging on my dick.

Dropping my chin down nearly to my chest, I tightened my grip to a punishing level. The light touch of pain made my cock jerk in my grasp.

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