by Selena Kitt
Trevor thought Diane’s profile could be described as regal. Turning that idea over, he wondered why regal sounded sexy. It was. He loved watching the way she’d turn her head, looking away from him while she considered her questions. It was a habit, and he didn’t mind because it game him time to look at that profile and fantasize about her. Of course, when she finally formed her question and asked it, the jolt back to reality always startled him.
“What if you couldn’t stay in the Army? What would you want to do?”
He looked at her as if she’d asked him to consider the end of the world. In a sense, she had. If he couldn’t stay in, the world as he knew it was over. “I don’t even want to think about that. I want to be in the Army.” The look on her face made him grin. “Okay that sounds kind of stupid, but I don’t know anything else. It’s hard to want to do things that you know nothing about and being in the Army is really all I know.”
“You’ve never once pictured a life outside of the Army?”
He laughed. For all her training she could have trouble seeing the obvious. “No. I joined the Army because I had no life. I found college difficult and I wasn’t taking course that were particularly hard. I can’t imagine it’s gotten any easier since then.”
“No, but you’ve changed since then.”
“That’s for sure.”
“You are probably more disciplined now, better able to focus.”
“You make going back to school sound about as charming as surviving a jail term.”
“I don’t mean to. I’m just saying you’ve learned things and could do the work.”
“Is this something I have to do?” He looked at her, trying to read her expression. “Does this mean you are giving me the thumbs down? Are you tossing me out?”
“No. I’m still evaluating you, Captain. As part of that, I’m testing your ability to deal with obstacles, trying to get you to give me a plan of action for what you’d do if your first choice, wasn’t available. It doesn’t seem like you’ve given it any thought at all.” She sounded brusque now, disappointed. “I’d like you to do so before our next meeting.”
He hated the idea of planning for something he didn’t want, but she had a point. She always had a point. The woman was fucking brutal in her ability to be practical, sensible. He hated it.
So why did she turn him on? She wasn’t the hottest woman he knew. Hell, Frieda had a sexier body, nicer tits. And Tina had a sweet ass and lips… well, the point was that while he found her sexy, her feminine assets didn’t exactly overwhelmed him. There was something about the whole package, even that cool, rational mind, that did the trick, got him so turned on. Turned part of him on. Part of him disliked her intensely. How did that work out?
No matter what he thought, he had to fight the impulse to grab her and fuck her right there in that chair where she sat trying to poke holes in who he thought he was. He wanted her and couldn’t figure a strategy to accomplish that, much less form an alternative plan for a life he couldn’t comprehend.
He let his gaze trace the line of her jaw and watched her absentmindedly tapping a pencil on her teeth. There was nothing sexy in that at all. Hell, it wasn’t even polite. But the jaw… man that was hot. And her eyes. Coal black and hiding who knew what sort of volcanic passion, kept in check by that steely mind. It made him shudder. Every one of his senses, from his eyes, to his nose, to his swollen prick, told him that Di would be molten in the sack, an exciting and wild lay. And afterwards, she’d be an interesting companion.
Yet she seemed so distant. It made no sense.
He sat, steaming because the inaccessible bitch wanted him to consider a future where was kicked out. Not just consider it, but think about how to make that a good thing. Shit! She infuriated him and yet he couldn’t ignore the fact that she was scorching, sizzling hot. He saw her looking at him curiously and he felt a twinge of embarrassment—a rare thing for him. She could make him squirm in so many ways. It would be a miracle if he could stand up at the end of the session without a hard on that anyone could see.
He wondered if she knew what she did to him, if it was part of her therapist shtick to deliberate turn him, wind him up, to see how he reacted. Did she think of him at all, other than as some wounded and battered soldier home from the war? She sure as hell wasn’t impressed by him being a war hero any more than he was. Of course, he liked her for that. She cut through that bullshit like a hot knife going through butter. It was refreshing. So, in that matter at least, she saw him as a man, and not a manufactured product, a cookie that had popped out of the cookie cutter.
Funny that she saw that so easily. Most women didn’t. Well, Frieda did, of course. She was canny and had an offbeat insight, like the way she picked up on his attraction to Diane. Frieda was hungry for life but seemed to like it better than he did. Like him, she indulged herself in enjoying life; people who didn’t do that confused him. What were they saving themselves for? Where did Diane fit in that spectrum? She didn’t give much away about herself.
Tina saw him as a hero and seemed to have romantic ideas about what that meant. She seemed to believe the shit she wrote about him—she’d fallen for her own creation. Well, it wouldn’t be long before she figured out that he was just using her and maybe that would help her get her head on straighter and see how things were. Maybe she’d even thank him for it one day. Right. In the meantime, that petite female body was ripe for fun.
“So can you do that?”
Called back to the present, Trevor smiled. “I promise to think about what that might mean. You have to appreciate that I don’t know much about civilian jobs or life. I’ve never been in the workplace, other than summer jobs and the stuff you get in school when you aren’t a fellowship.” He could’ve added the kind of job you got when your folks are a couple of drunks who have no money. He could have, but Di would see right through a bogus attempt to get sympathy. Besides, he didn’t want her sympathy. He wanted her naked in bed, eagerly spreading her legs apart. The vision the idea conjured up made him dizzy.
“You can figure it out, Captain.”
It annoyed him that she even made “Captain” sound sexy. It was her mouth. Just the sight of her luscious lips got him erect. He decided to kidnap her, take her off somewhere where no one knew them. A beach in the tropics, maybe. He’d make her call him Captain that way, then he’d get hard and fuck that mouth. Then he’d stretch her out on the sand and eat her pussy. It had to be delicious, he was sure of it. He’d eat her until she came, creaming on his tongue.
“Can’t you, Captain?”
He reluctantly returned from the beach to the office. “Yes, Ma'am. I can give it a try.”
“Next time then.”
He stood up and she looked away, but he was certain she’d looked at his crotch, seen the bulge, been aware that he lusted after her. He paused, wanting to ask if she ever thought of him other than when he was sitting in her office, but asking her would sound like he wanted it. “Let me buy you a drink after work sometime? Just for no reason at all.”
She looked back, and he thought for a moment she might say yes. “That wouldn’t be a good idea. Just being off the clock doesn’t change the nature of this relationship.”
He left wondering if she’d have a drink with him if he asked to have another therapist assigned to his case. Of course, if he did that, he wouldn’t have these sessions with her, and even if she could make him sweat, he looked forward to them more than he wanted to admit. Now lust made the blood pound in his ears. He headed home desperately needing to find a woman. Any number of women he knew would do the trick, because right now what he wanted was little more than a hard and passionate fuck.
Diane and Paul ate dinner at an Indian place and talked about nothing, more or less. It was courtship chatter, and Paul moved slowly, but with more intention than she’d seen before. It occurred to her that it might be her, not him, that she was feeling more receptive to his overtures than normal, and not shutting him down. Whatever was happening, i
t was nice. Paul made her feel good and there was a lot to be said for a man who could do that.
She floated through the evening, scarcely aware of what she ate, unaware of her surroundings. When she did pay attention, she found herself in his apartment, in his warm arms, his hand caressing her ass. She hadn’t intended to let things go that far, but there she was, enjoying his touch. His kisses were soft, enticing, rather than compelling. She gave herself to them, and when his tongue entered her mouth, she opened to that to.
She sank back as he undid her silk blouse and a tremor of excitement ran through her when he bent down to take her nipple in his mouth. The hand on her leg was under her skirt, moving upward and she saw no reason to stop it. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man and she wanted it.
He undressed her wordlessly, gently, and then scooped her up in his arms and carried her naked to his bed. The act aroused her and when he undressed and moved over her, she embraced him. When his cock pierced her, moving into her tender flesh, she was wet. He gently rocked between her legs, thrusting a bit deeper with each one, filling her easily. Her arms around his neck, her heels digging into his back, urged him onward. Then his pelvis was against hers, his cock inside her and they moved together, bouncing on the bed. Unintentionally she dug her nails into his back and that spurred him on, fucking her harder.
When he came, his cum warm, frothing inside her, he kissed her cheek. “That was glorious,” he said.
She took his weight as he rested on her, still nuzzling her neck.
Her body reveled in the sensations of having a man fuck her, feeling him come. It was nice. Paul was nice. But the insane thought rose inside her that her body hungered for Trevor.
Suddenly she felt cold. With everything that was good about Paul, there was an emptiness that something deep inside told her only Trevor could fill. But that was only a feeling. Her training, logic, told her that Paul was a much better man for her. He appreciated the same things she did. He worked in the same world.
Later, she aroused Paul, stroking him hard as he fondled her, kissed her, did everything a lover should. Then he pushed her onto her hands and knees, caressing her ass, trailing his fingers deliciously over the swollen lips of her cunt. Then he moved behind her, holding her hips. “Take me hard,” she begged. He did.
As he lay beside her, Diane felt a strange sadness. Paul was great, but his passion, his lovemaking, wasn’t enough to drive the picture of Trevor out of her mind, or quench her desire for him. She lay on the bed, wondering what the hell was the matter with her.
Chapter 6
The next day Di went to a small Italian restaurant just off base for lunch. One of their nice salads and a glass of wine sounded perfect. If you had to eat alone, you could at least eat lightly and well. As she finished her salad she saw Trevor walk in. Her heart began to pound. It was unsettling to run into any patient in a social setting, and she was a long way from resolving her feelings for Trevor, and obviously her physical response to him.
He didn’t see her; he walked past her table and sat with his back to her. She considered going over, saying hello, making it casual. The idea unnerved her. She might be inviting his advances, telling him that meeting socially was all right. She preferred slipping quietly away. Well, she didn’t prefer that, but this way she didn’t have to deal with a lot of questions that spun through her about her powerful attraction to him. And there was no doubt she suffered from a serious attraction. The why of it puzzled her. It made no sense for her to be so attracted to a man she knew so little about, and from what she did know, shared nothing.
Maybe when his evaluation was done, if he stayed around she could venture out of her shell a bit, make a few tentative steps toward finding out if they could get to know each other as people. But for now even their doctor-patient relationship was fragile. Its tenuous nature was reasonable, as people naturally found it hard to put their trust in someone they felt was judging them. In Trevor’s case they both knew that judging him was exactly what she was supposed to do— she would decide if he could function effectively back on active duty. Was he up to it? The answer to that question would always be subjective. When you got emotionally involved, the subjectivity became a problem. Yet, once she made her determination, it would have the force of law and decide his fate with no recourse.
At her most clear headed, Di had reservations and doubts about this man and the peacetime Army. Of course, most people had trouble fitting into an organization that was so authoritarian, and Trevor’s history made him a bit of a bad boy even before his time in combat. But that wasn’t a psychological issue, at least in the sense she was expected to consider his situation. The questions wasn’t whether he could do what he was told, but if he would still be reliable under fire? And would he be able to cope with a more peaceful world as well? The military often had to deal with both extremes and still be effective. Her sense was that combat wasn’t a problem. Trevor could deal with death and destruction better than most people. No, it was how he’d manage to deal with the ordinary world of serving in peacetime she wondered about.
From where she sat she could see him without appearing to stare. Although the opportunity to watch him interact with people without knowing was incredibly useful. It also made her feel sneaky, guilty, a voyeur. Still, she couldn’t resist seeing if she could learn anything useful.
She ate slowly as she watched him. After a time, Dallas Meredith came in the front door, catching the attention of everyone in the restaurant. She demanded, commanded attention, sweeping in, calling the hostess and waiters by name. Then she caught sight of Trevor. Dressed in a tight, sleeveless dress with a fluttery hem that accented her legs, Dallas went to his table. “Why if it isn’t our heroic soldier, Trevor Foster?”
Trevor almost jumped to his feet, clearly recognizing the General’s wife. She kissed his cheek and held hers for him, said something to the waiter in Italian, and suddenly was being seated at Trevor’s table. “I wondered if they’d sent you off somewhere. I felt like you were avoiding me,” she was saying, with a teasing accusation flowing through her words.
She caught only part of Trevor’s defense, which centered on words like “busy,” “rehab,” and a mumbled spiel concerning public relations tasks.
“Yet you must have some time off. And look at you now, attempting to eat alone when it’s so unnecessary. And try the veal. They do it brilliantly here.”
Di’s ears burned. Dallas was so at ease with him, so brilliantly seductive, yet she wasn’t a stunning beauty, or particularly clever, or anything but supremely confident. She had even more reasons not to flirt with Trevor than Di’s feelings about the distance she needed to have between her and patients, but here Dallas was, practically offering herself to him in public. Di wondered if she’d mind if he fucked her in the restaurant, and almost giggled at the thought. The woman was almost too shameless, leading Di to conclude that either she was a huge tease who loved having a bad reputation, knowing that the other officer’s wives would never dare to give her a hard time about it, or she was a slut who didn’t care what people thought.
Either way, the only thing Di was certain of was that her reaction made her feel like a jealous fool. No matter what was going on, it was none of her business. Still, her pulse pounded in her ears and she strained to hear every word the two said. It was maddening and she wanted to stop, but couldn’t. She finished her wine and thought of ordering another, but getting drunk was not going to help. In fact, the only thing that would, was getting the hell out of there and stop tormenting herself.
As she stood, Dallas said something she didn’t catch and Trevor turned around and saw her. His eyes dilated and he smiled. She liked that seeing her prompted a smile. That much was a good sign. “Doctor Anders,” Dallas called out. “How delightful. I understand you’re helping Trevor get back on active duty. That’s good. Maybe we can exert some influence to get him assigned here.” She patted his hand. “We would’t want to lose him. Hell, I’ve just started getti
ng to know him.”
Di found herself fighting back tears. Sure Trevor was glad to see her, but he was also enjoying the way Dallas was coming onto him. “We’ll have to see, Mrs. Meredith.” She couldn’t resist tossing out the reminder that Dallas was married, as if Trevor somehow might have forgotten or not known. “Right now we are still evaluating him, and I don’t want to rush things.”
Dallas let her fingers trail up Trevor’s arm and the bastard left it there, and said nothing. “No, Doctor, please don’t rush. I don’t like anything rushed but my dry cleaning.” When Dallas let out a foolish cackling laugh at her own tired and banal joke, Di feared she might explode.
Di stood and dropped more than enough money for her meal and a tip on the table. “Well, you’ll have to excuse me. I do have other patients.” And so she did, although not that day. And now there was no way she was going back to the office where she would only stew in her anger, impatience, and impotent frustration.
“Then until another time,” Dallas said. Trevor seemed to be trying to think of something to say, but Di couldn’t imagine she’d want to hear whatever he came up with. At that moment, Dallas made him act like a little boy and she despised him for acting that way.