Fraternizing by C.C. Brown

returning the favor. I owe you dinner, from our last
date."
    She smiled
again, patting my shoulder as she walked by. We hadn't been on any dates, so I
wasn't quite sure where that shit had come from.
    My eyes followed
her out of the courtyard, landing on Bennett not too far away—she had
heard our conversation. The look on her face punched me in the gut, turning my
stomach and making me weak. She looked at me with contempt in her eyes, and for
the girl who I was ready to risk it all for, that was
the last way I wanted her to see me. I wasn't about to let her slip through my
fingers before I‘d even gotten the chance to have them explore her.
      "Stay in tonight," I told her
after casually making my way over to her. I didn't know what was going through
her mind, but I was sick of fucking around with mine.
    She looked at
me, albeit briefly, then turned for the walkway as if nothing had ever even
happened. I knew every time I got too close to her it was a reckless move, but
I felt like I was losing ground. I needed her to know that I wasn't just having
lewd thoughts about her; I wanted her. Even with the rules and consequences
laid out before us, I was willing if it meant both of us getting to fulfill the
ache that lay inside. I didn't want her giving that Dalton kid, or Castillo for
that matter, another fucking thought, and by brazenly taking her and showing
her that I meant business, I was pretty confident that I would accomplish my
goal.

 
    Chapter 8
    Cassie
     
    Sgt. Cruz must have thought I was a fucking idiot.
    As much as
Angelica infuriated me, she hadn’t been lying when she said she'd seen them
together having dinner. Why would I have thought any differently? The way he’d
come on to me at Coyotes could only mean he was aggressive in his confidence,
and while he was intoxicatingly good looking, that confidence led me to believe
that he had bedded plenty of women, so why would I be any different? He wanted
in my pants from the moment he saw me. That wasn't the characteristic of a guy
who wants to have a relationship.
    The best part of
all of this was that we hadn't gone too far, so my disgust with him would make
it easier to avoid any more compromising situations. My focus should have been
on passing this course and getting out and into a unit, not worrying about my
instructor trying to fuck me, then turning around and fucking his co-worker. I
don't know where I’d let my mind go, but it was time to reign it back in. Thinking
about Cruz nonstop was taking its toll on me. My studies were being neglected,
and it had showed in today's test. I couldn't think straight. My mind was all
over the place, except for where it needed to be.
    At one point,
I’d even sat at my desk with his eyes burning into me from behind. Instead of
focusing on radio signals and frequencies, my mind drifted to the kinetic
energy that I wanted to create with him. His lips, besides other things that
I've had the pleasure of feeling, were probably his best asset .
Those lips had devoured me and sent chills up and down my spine with just the
mere brush of them. Plump, moist, and soft, the next place I wanted them was in
between my legs, sucking the life out of me. His tongue, the thick, moistness
of it, held the same aggressive nature that he as a person, held. The way he
used it, overpowering and inhibiting me, forced thoughts of it inside of me,
licking and teasing my clit until I exploded all over him. These thoughts were
consuming me, and in every way that counted, they were also destroying me.
    He’d told me to
stay in tonight, but after internally debating with myself and trying to
channel my frustrations with him, there was no way that was going to happen. I
would not allow myself to become my mother, waiting on the sidelines for a man
while he was out exploring every piece of ass that walked his way. No fucking
way. This had my mother written all over it. I didn't want to be anything like
her, and my first step to distancing myself from