Ice (Elite Forces #1)(2)

He pulls my arm, drawing me close when I try to pass him. "Let me know  what happens." His words are a whisper in my ear as he holds me close.  Nodding, I leave him standing there half-dressed while I go meet my  fate.

I step out into the warm night air to find him facing me. His glare  causes instant guilt, and I know I'm in deep shit. I stand at attention  and wait for him. Everything I've worked my entire life for is going to  disappear. And for what? Absolutely nothing.

"Captain Elliott. Follow me." He turns abruptly and walks fast toward  the only solid structure in sight. I follow him with a quick step until  he closes the door to a back room in the headquarters building.

I stand in position, waiting for my verbal lashing, while he moves  around the small room. His makeshift desk is scattered with papers and  files like he's been studying for hours. I focus on my posture and try  to keep the fear from showing on my face. My career is completely  fucked, and I didn't even get to enjoy it as it went up in flames.                       
       
           



       

"On your fucking knees." His order surprises me. I've been disrespected  as a woman many times along the way, but never like this, and especially  not by a superior. I've always managed to prove myself to my unit, and  the guys usually had my back in any situation that came up, even the  ones who I know don't want me here.

"Excuse me, Sir." I'm desperately trying to shelter the rage boiling inside of me with my tone.

"I said. Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees." My eyes meet his as I struggle  with his command. Deep, dark blue, penetrating eyes dominantly sever  into mine. What in the fuck?

"If you want to keep your position on this mission, you'll make me  forget what I just saw you doing. There's really only one way I can  think that you can do that." I'll never drop to my knees for this man.  He can die trying to make me.

He's watching me as I process his words. That fucking smirk on his face makes an appearance again, and my hatred begins to grow.

"In fact, if you're good enough, I'll even let you pay the debt for your  little fuck buddy, Captain Harris." Shit. I stand there with what I  hope appears to be confidence, when in all reality, I'm dying inside. I  can't degrade myself enough to beg on my knees for my position. I'm  better than that. I know I'm done forever, but to defy Harris by not  giving him the loyalty I know one hundred percent he'd have for me,  isn't an option.

There's a very large grey area when it comes to sexual relations while  on active duty. First, I could argue that we're truly not active at the  moment. It's definitely something that's frowned upon with Officers; we  set the mood for the entire squad, and the last thing we all want is  everyone trying to fuck everyone else. Harris and I are both Captains,  so it's not completely against the rules, but it's reason for reprimand,  that's for certain.

"Unless you'd rather I report what's still going through my head. I  mean, the images are burnt into my brain while I try to decide how to  handle this raging hard-on you've caused." I don't move. I'm frozen in  the position I've stood so many times, listening to the words that will  change my life forever. I know this. I can feel that much.

He has a hard-on? For me? Jesus. What the hell is going down here?

He stops directly in front of me, his shirt bulging from the obvious  muscles that are hidden beneath the fabric. That beard catches my  attention again. It's one of the longest ones I've seen allowed in the  Army, but then again, Special Forces has its own set of rules. He's  older than I am, I'd guess by at least five years, maybe six. His eyes  are demanding. I still can't look into them. It's as if he's trying to  degrade me. This man is pissing me off.

"Captain. Don't leave me waiting." He stands proud as his eyes trace my  body. This uniform isn't flattering in my opinion, but he obviously  thinks otherwise. His stare has me aching all over again. My body  betraying me in ways I can't express or begin to understand. Fuck, I'm  confused all to hell.

I start to rationalize my options. I'm really not left with many. I can  suck off my Commander and hope he holds his end of the bargain, or I can  walk out of here, knowing my fate.

"CAPTAIN. ADDRESS ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU." The loudness of his voice startles me into a tighter stance.

"Sir, yes sir." He moves closer, inspecting me closely as he does. He  walks all the way around me, close enough to inhale my scent if he wants  to. Feeling him brushing my ass with his hand, I flinch and feel a burn  from his simple touch.

"That's better." The breath from his deep voice hits my ear as he  passes. He moves in close to my face when he finishes circling me. His  inspection of my body is obviously over. I find myself cringing with the  way I feel right now. My new Commander is a prick, and this is not  exactly the best first impression for either of us.

"What's your decision, Captain?" His deep grumble is more than a whisper, but not easily heard.

"I haven't done anything wrong, Sir." The intensity in his face  increases. He's pissed off, and I don't really know how to cool down  this situation with words. I'm left with defending my actions and hoping  for the best.

"That's subjective." I continue to stand with what little pride I have  left flowing through my body, working hard to send the perception that I  have more than is really there. "I can't have my soldiers constantly  trying to get their dicks wet, or in this case, their pussy." That last  word comes out in a deeper voice than the rest of them. Why is that on  the verge of sexy?

"I assure you, I'm completely professional and you'll have no issues  regarding me or Captain Harris." I mean every word I say. Truthfully.

"Ah.... Yes. I can trust that. Your legs wrapped around his waist and  his dick shoved deep inside you. That's very professional. We could  probably solve the nation's problems if we approached them with that  mindset." He starts pacing in front of me, only taking three steps each  way before he rotates to walk the other way.                       
       
           



       

I hate that I can't even argue with him. I hate that in the few minutes  I've had with him, I've hated him and found him sexy as fuck at the same  time. His demeanor demands respect, and it's obvious he feels I've  disrespected him and will have hell to pay for my actions.

"Sir, we were in our own private quarters. The others aren't aware of  our actions." He stops in front of me once again, his eyes flaring with  anger.

"I could hear you. I heard him demand you on your knees. I heard the  desperation in your voice before I ever saw it on your face." He moves  in close once again. Why does this not get any easier? It's an  intimidation move, I know this. I've been dealing with it for years;  that's why it shouldn't bother me, but with him it does.

He lowers his head, letting his eyes trace my face. It's causing me to  hold back a breath I very desperately need to take. He's too close. He's  in my space. Maybe it's my guilt and the fear of what the consequences  will truly be that are hindering my ability to cope with his intensity.

"I'm having you both removed from the mission." He rotates on his heel  and walks away. "You'll be discharged, and I'll make sure your superior  is very aware of the way you handle yourself as a Captain." The air  leaves my chest in one long exhale. Did he not hear me? We did nothing  wrong.

There it is. My worst nightmare. The exact thing I knew was possibly on  the line when I started thinking with my pussy instead of my mind and  heart. I love what I do. I've dedicated my entire adult life to this.  It's not a job to me, it's my life.

"Sir. Permission to discuss in detail. Please?" Ugh. I'm not into being  nice right now. I should have just shut my mouth and dropped to my  knees.

"There's nothing to discuss, Captain. I'm here to make sure this mission  is carried out without a single chance of flaw. If I feel you're in a  relationship that will hinder your ability to function in that manner, I  must remove you from the mission."

"It's not like that, Sir. It was just a..." I pause. How do I tell him  it would have been just a quick fuck? That I'm horny and I need sex?  Once I get my fill, I'll be ready to go for a while. I mean shit,  there's so much stress and testosterone around me at all times,  sometimes I just need to take it out on someone, then I'm good. My  fingers can only do so much, for god's sake.

"Finish your sentence, Captain."

I swallow. Here goes everything.

"It would have just been a quick fuck, Sir. We won't let it interfere  with the mission." His eyes narrow as he leans against the wall, like  he's taking it all in. He takes his time thinking. I watch the smug look  on his face while he processes the situation. He has me and he knows  it.