Fraternizing f-1

by C. C. Brown

  Her voice was broken by the end. How anyone could treat another living soul, especially their own flesh and blood, the way her mom had treated her was unreal to me. I had always heard about shitty parents, but never with anyone that I personally knew.

  “What the fuck did that mean? You had a fucking scholarship lined up.”

  “You aren’t familiar with BYU are you?”

  I shook my head. College wasn’t a high priority for me when I was growing up.

  “Well, BYU is a highly religious school, and there are rules prohibiting pre-marital sex. You could be kicked out of school for it. So, showing up pregnant wouldn’t have been a good idea.”

  I nodded my head. That was news to me.

  “So what happened with Colton?” I asked, feeling like I could rip his balls off and shove them down his throat if I ever got the chance to meet him.

  “I was probably three months along, getting closer to graduation when I told him. He was surprised and looked sick, but said he loved me and would be there for me and our baby. I was excited since I had been having such a rough go around with my mom. But the closer we inched towards graduation, the more distant he became until he just stopped talking to me altogether. His mom told me that she would file a restraining order if I didn’t stop harassing him. I was shattered. He had been promising me so much, and to turn his back on me like that really broke me. It tore me apart.”

  I couldn’t take anymore. I stood up, needing to walk as the blood felt like it had stopped circulating through my body, leaving me completely uncomfortable. I placed my hands on the sides of my face, rubbing as I tried to allow of this to sink in.

  “Where the fuck is this guy now?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. He took a basketball scholarship to some school in Florida, and I haven’t heard anything about him since.”

  “And the baby?”

  Her head lowered as she began to speak. “After graduation, my mom told me I had to get a job and pay my way, so I did. I got a job at a fast food restaurant, working full time so that I could save enough money to get an apartment and take care of my baby. Well, at six months, I was at work and I slipped in the back room, falling hard. I thought I was okay and went back to work, but the cramping grew more and more intense and I knew something was wrong. I went to the bathroom, hoping that a quick splash of cold water on my face would help me, but then I saw blood, and I knew everything was not okay.”

  Those earlier sniffles were turning to sobs, and I rushed back over to her, pulling her up to her feet and into my arms. Her head was buried into my shoulder, my hands running over the back of her head as she worked hard to speak again. She was finally able to compose herself and started speaking.

  “When I got to the hospital, the doctors told me that I’d lost the baby. My mom was thrilled, breaking my heart even more. I continued to work, but it never seemed like I was getting ahead. Her pill popping continued, her alcohol use picked back up, and whenever she would get into her world, she’d start harping on how I was such a burden, and if I hadn’t been such a little whore, I could have been at BYU learning something. I couldn’t take it anymore. After a few more fights where I finally fought back, I decided it was time to join the military and get the hell out.”

  A smile finally touched my lips. “So you decided to become a Devil Dog?”

  “I did,” she said. Her eyes were a glossy shade of green now, thanks to her tears. “I joined the Corps, much to my mom’s dislike. She said I wasn’t strong enough for it and that I wouldn’t make it past bootcamp. When I did, she said I wouldn’t make it in the Marines because I was weak and didn’t have what it takes. Every day her words haunt and push me to be better and do something for myself.”

  I gently moved the loose strands of hair from her face. “I’m glad you did. Even if us being together is grounds for all sorts of horrible shit.”

  “I know. I think about that all the time, but I don’t want to be away from you.”

  “And you won’t be, not as long as I have any say in the matter.”

  Disbelief flittered through her eyes, seizing my breath. I knew she had every right to be apprehensive, but not with me. I wanted her—no, needed her—to see that I wasn’t like the rest of the pricks who had done her wrong.

  “Hey, I am not fucking Colton, or your shitty ass mom. I’m Alex, the guy putting everything on the line in hopes that you will give yourself to me. I will never treat you the way those assholes have treated you. You understand that?”

  She nodded her head, shyly looking into my eyes.

  I tilted her chin up, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “I’d rather strap a suicide vest to my body and let you hit the trigger before I ever do what those two selfish assholes have done to you.”

  I kissed her again, this time hard and passionate, hoping she could feel what I was trying to tell her. Both of my hands held tightly to her face, encasing her beautiful features as I allowed my mouth to pour out my deep seated feelings for her. She held firmly to my ass, squeezing tightly as the kiss intensified. When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathing hard and staring at one another.

  “You mean the fucking world to me. You better know that.”

  “I do.” She finally smiled, still holding on to my ass.

  Chapter 22

  Cassie

  Pouring my heart out to Alex, on the beach, next to a brimming fire, was definitely not what I had in mind for my getaway trip. Some of the things I’d just shared with him were things that my own friends didn’t know. The fact that they came pouring out of my mouth like water somewhat frightened me. I had reached a very critical point in my budding relationship with him, one that I swore I wouldn’t get to so easily again, and the fact that it happened at warp speed shell shocked me. But it also laid some of my demons to rest. Holding that info inside for so long had done some things to me; had hardened me even when I came across as easy going and upbeat. Alex had just wriggled it out of me without much effort, and it showed me that what we had truly was worth working for.

  After he kissed me a few more times, telling me everything would be okay and that I was safe with him, he pulled graham crackers, chocolate and marshmallows out of his bag. I was interested in seeing what else he had stuffed into that bag, but he wouldn’t show me, telling me that I would find out in due time.

  I sat on his lap, a couple of marshmallows on the skewer over the fire. Alex had the crackers and chocolate waiting for me, and after burning them just right, he took them and completed the s’more. The gooey goodness was a scrumptious treat after such a traumatic and emotionally honest session. My past was nothing to be proud of, but Alex made me feel like it didn’t matter. Like I was walking on clouds and that none of it had ever happened.

  I finished my s’more, then twisted around to trace Alex’s lips with some of the residual chocolate left on my fingers. He tried to lick it off before I could, our tongues bumping into the other as we fought over the sweet treat. He fingered my hips, lingering on my tattoo.

  “What’s the significance of this?”

  I stopped his fingers, holding them in place before removing his hand and straddling him, peering into those warm, golden eyes.

  “I got this tattoo of a very pretty butterfly I saw flying one day. It was at a park—one of the rare days that I was ever taken to play. My mom’s boyfriend—one of the many who used and abused her over the years—took me to play one day. At the time, I thought he was the greatest guy ever because he was doing something that no one else seemed to do with me. I watched that butterfly all day. The freedom it possessed to fly anywhere it wanted to, whenever it wanted to. It was like a faraway dream for me, and one that I couldn’t see myself ever getting the chance to follow. But when I enlisted in the Corps, I went and got that tattoo. It’s a constant reminder that I’m free and that I’m chasing my own dreams.”

  He gazed into my eyes, his lip curving just a bit. “That’s fucking beautiful.”

  “You know so muc
h about me, and I know nothing about you. Tell me all about Alex.”

  “What do you want to know? I joined the Corps at eighteen, and according to the Marine Corps, I’m now in a morally corrupt relationship with one of my students.”

  I hit his chest. “You know what I mean. Your family, your background. I want to know.”

  “Okay,” he said, rubbing his chest where I had hit him. “I honestly shouldn’t be in the Corps. I should be locked up somewhere because, as a kid, that’s exactly where I was headed.”

  He shifted me on his lap, making us both more comfortable as he geared up to tell his story. “I’m the oldest of two. My dad has been locked up since forever, and it left my mom and my grandma to raise us. I was a shitty kid with too many anger issues, and I fought—a lot. I’d fight kids just for looking at me wrong. I got suspended from school quite a few times, and then my luck caught up with me.”

  Something dark went off in his eyes as he swallowed hard, gearing up for what I thought was sure to be heavy. “Some fucking guy who my sister, Adriana, was dating put his hands on her. When she told me, I promised to just teach him a lesson. So I met him at a park, ready to kick his ass. Only, once I started hitting him, I couldn’t stop. He fell to the ground, and I just kept kicking and kicking until he was throwing up blood. His left eye was swollen shut, and he was grasping for air.

  “The cops pulled up shortly after, arresting me while the ambulance took him away. I later found out that he was okay, just a couple of broken ribs, a broken nose, and a shut eye, but the judge didn’t go easy on me. I was put in juvenile detention for sixty days and ordered to complete one hundred and fifty hours of community service along with anger management therapy.”

  He stopped and closed his eyes, gripping tighter around my waist.

  “The sheriff that took me in for community service also kind of served as a mentor, and told me that I needed to straighten my shit out and get my life in order before I became an adult and ended up in prison. He talked to me about the Marine Corps, said he’d served eight years before getting out and thought the discipline and structure would be good for me. I looked up to him, so I let him take me to see a recruiter and the rest is history.”

  A couple of tears fell from my eyes. I knew that the Corps was stitched into the fabric that was Alex. But how it came to be was surprising, and even a bit scary.

  “Do you regret what you did to that guy?”

  “I don’t regret defending my sister, but I do regret letting it go that far. I lost my mind. I couldn’t even see straight.”

  “And what about your mom? Your grandma?”

  “They were heartbroken, but while my mom was fighting to get me out of juvie and on house arrest, my grandma was telling her to leave me in there. She said I needed to truly learn my lesson or I’d end up like my dad. She couldn’t have been more right.”

  “I see now why your loyalty and love for the Corps is so deep—so strong. It saved you.”

  “It did.”

  I stroked his arm for a minute, silently signaling to him that while his past was a bit devastating, I was still there with him.

  “So what’s the deal with Evelyn? I know you didn’t think I forgot about that.”

  “Of course not. You females never forget about juicy gossip,” he joked, moving a few strands of hair behind my ear. “Evelyn and I met when I was stationed on the east coast. She was a nice girl, and after running into her a few times, we finally decided to go on a date. Things were going well, but then I was sent back to the west coast and we had to make a choice. She decided to move with me, and after a while here, we decided to get married. She was the doting wife, taking care of home, dinners made, laundry cleaned. She was everything I thought a wife was supposed to be, but I later found out that while I was off in Iraq on my third combat deployment, she had been sleeping with another Marine, spending my money to build a new life with this dude, then had the nerve to accuse me of cheating on her.”

  “We were about three weeks from coming home and out on our last mission. I was sidetracked and depressed...so much so that when the ambush hit us, I couldn’t even think straight. By the time I was able to fire my weapon, three of my brothers had already been killed. Another three died in the ensuing firefight.”

  He leaned back and pointed to his memorial tattoo. “These are the six that we lost that day.”

  “I hope you don’t feel responsible for that,” I said softly, unsure of his lingering feelings on the situation.

  “At first I did. But after getting home, therapy, and divorcing Evelyn, I was finally able to reconcile myself with what had happened.” He blew out a deep breath, then rubbed the back of his head. “So this is where Castillo comes in.”

  He paused, trying to gauge me, but I gave nothing away. I wanted to hear this part.

  “In the midst of my divorce, Evelyn kept trying to get me to work things out with her. I didn’t want to, but I did want to hurt her. I knew Leti had a thing for me, so I started sleeping with her because I knew she would run her mouth and it would get back to Evelyn. Leti got attached, but I hadn’t gotten attached at all. It was just fucking to me. My divorce finalized, Leti and I stopped fucking, stopped talking, and I felt like my life kind of went back to normal. After about three months of pretending the other didn’t exist, she said she missed my friendship and wanted it back. I didn’t see the harm in it, so we went back to being friends. Until you…”

  “Until me?”

  “Yes. She’s jealous. She’s pissed. So she’s trying to sabotage us.”

  I grabbed his face and cradled it in both hands. “I’m not going anywhere. You understand that?”

  “You using my saying on me?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  He moved me from his lap. “Close your eyes for a sec.”

  I did as told. A minute later he was sitting next to me whispering, “Open your eyes.”

  When I opened them, I caught sight of a small black box in his hands. The flicker of the fire illuminating it and showcasing the velvety exterior. My mind wandered and then went blank. Surely it was much too soon for this?

  “It’s not what you think it is,” he said, grinning at me. “It’s too soon for that, but I think this is just as good.”

  He’d read my mind.

  He opened the box and pulled out a sparkling pair of silver dog tags. My hand went to my chest as a tear rolled down my cheek. For a Marine, and especially Alex, this was significant. Dog tags meant something, and the fact that he was passing his over to me solidified our standing as a couple.

  “I can’t take these—“

  “Yes you can,” he interrupted. “My regular pair are tied to my boot strings. These are my first pair. I want them around your neck. Over your heart.”

  He slid the chain over my head and down my neck, allowing the tags to rest just past my heart. I was overwhelmed.

  “When I planned this getaway, I planned every fucking trick in the book to get you to see that I wasn’t the big asshole I showed myself to be—that I really wanted you and that I was just a dumbass who couldn’t think straight. Then last night that song came on and just put everything into perspective.”

  “Fall For You?”

  “Yes.” He reached behind him and pulled out an acoustic guitar. “I learned a thing or two in juvie. Music kind of helped me focus.”

  The next thing I knew, Alex was strumming a very sweet sounding rendition of Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade while I hummed along. His eyes lowered, but sparks could be felt from miles away. Each chord poured on a new level of adoration, putting me in a place that I never thought I would experience again. In that moment, our getaway felt so much like that butterfly that I had branded on my body. We were caged down in Twentynine, hiding and pretending, lying and dodging. Here, we could be us, and without the pressures of the Corps. Free to fly and be who we were.

  He finished the song, and I gave him a small round of applause. His lowered eyes turned sinister. He dropped the g
uitar and crawled over to me. I felt like an animal waiting to be captured. The end result was sure to be promising.

  “Tengo que estar dentro de ti, mi pequena y linda mariposa.”

  I giggled as he hovered over me, his eyes burning brighter than the fire raging not too far away from us.

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means I need to be inside of you, my pretty little butterfly.”

  His hushed words and lustful gaze did me in. I grabbed hold of his head and pulled him down with me as I lowered myself onto the sand. His sexy use of Spanish had my libido overflowing.

  I couldn’t wait to grant his request.

  Chapter 23

  Alex

  Her tongue took over where mine usually did all of the work. Those soft, petite hands that normally stroked my head were noticeably absent. Replacing them were strong, commanding hands, holding me down to her while her lips and tongue owned me. The leftover chocolate flavor in her mouth plucked my senses, finally making me overrule her, using my own tongue to claim my rightful place as aggressor.

  One of my hands reluctantly left her ass and snaked its way up her back, her warm, silk-like skin weakening my resolve. I tugged on the strings and untied her top as she arched her back, my mouth now working its way across her sultry jawline and down her neck.

  My lips kissed their way down her neck, over her collarbone, and down to her chest, where my teeth took hold of her bikini top and tugged until her beautiful tits were displayed, primed and ready for me.

  I pulled back from her, staring down and whispering. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”

  She didn’t answer. Her eyes just rolled back in her head as she lifted her hips, inviting me into her. I sat back on my knees and reached into the bag, pulling out a condom before untying my board shorts and pulling them down. My dick was throbbing, aching to get inside of its sanctuary. She had no idea the effects that her body had on me, calming shot nerves while pleasuring me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.