by Selena Kitt
The sense that she was doing something wrong, at least in the shadows of that, excited Tina. It made her think of how the idea that Trevor had actually killed people made him more exciting. The darker side had a powerful allure, and she’d never even tasted it. He’d opened her eyes to it. She’d cheated on her husband, and schemed behind people’s backs. It wasn’t anything like killing anyone, but enough to give her a thrill.
She parked in front of Trevor’s building and stared at it for a minute, enjoying a short heart-pounding period of anticipation before getting out of her car. She stood next to her Audi and imagined walking up to his apartment and suddenly had the urge to make the walk more daring. Even a simple thing like that could be made more adventurous. Trevor would appreciate it. Standing in plain sight, she hiked up her dress and pulled down her panties, stepping out of them and tossing them in the back seat. No one seemed to see her, but as the night air caressed her bare ass and pussy, she felt incredibly daring and damn hot.
The apartment was dark. She couldn’t even be sure he’d be home. Her heart pounded. She’d find out soon enough. If he wasn’t there, she’d set the stage. She let herself fantasize as she turned the key, imagining fixing herself a drink from his bar, shedding her clothes on the way to his bed, leaving a trail with her heels and then her dress. She’d arrange herself on his bed, her pussy exposed to him when he did come in.
The living room seemed unfamiliar in the dark. She’d never been there alone at night. Alone in his apartment. Her eyes adjusted and she sat on his couch, hiking up her dress so that her bare ass rubbed on the fabric.
Something was on the coffee table—a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Trevor had shared a drink with someone. She picked up the glasses and one smelled of perfume and had lipstick on it.
She put it down and felt her pulse pounding. Who was it?
She heard sounds then. They came from down the hallway, from the bedroom. It was the sounds people make when they are having sex—fucking. Numb, she stood and drifted down the hall, drawn to the sounds, like a moth to a light. The door was open, and a small light on the nightstand glowed, letting her see them, the naked lovers, clearly—far more clearly than she wanted to. The woman was on her knees, her hands braced on the wall above the headboard and Trevor, her muscular, delicious Trevor, had his hands on her naked breasts as he fucked her from behind, taking her like the animal he was.
Frozen in place, Tina was condemned to watch as the woman moved one hand from the wall, putting it between her legs. “That’s right, make yourself come,” he said. “I want to feel your pussy quivering around my hard cock as you come.”
Tina swallowed hard, her eyes riveted on them. Her own hand went under her dress and caressed her pussy. She was compelled, as if Trevor had ordered her to play with herself while she watched him with another woman. It was painful. It was as exciting as anything she could imagine, and she braced herself in the doorway, masturbating as she watched Trevor fuck a woman who was frigging herself.
The woman cried out as she came and then she slipped down, putting her face on the mattress. Trevor moved back, his cock slipping out of the woman’s pussy. “I’m going to come in your ass,” he told her and he rose up, straddling her upraised ass. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking this tight little hole since you got here.” Then he rose up, straddling her ass and held his cock to guide it to her anus.
The woman grunted and cried out as Trevor slowly and steadily worked his cock deep into her ass. Tina watched his balls swinging as he drove it into her, and began thrusting steadily, assfucking the woman. Her own fingers rubbing her clit furiously while she imagined the feel of Trevor’s cock in her own ass made her come, stifling a cry. She sagged against the doorway, her pussy wetting her fingers.
Trevor was shouting as he slammed into the woman’s ass. His face contorted as Tina knew he was coming. She could almost feel it in her own ass. “Oh fuck,” the woman cried.
Tina turned away then, going back into the living room and sitting her bare ass on the couch, knowing her pussy would stain it. She poured herself a drink in Trevor’s glass and drank it down. Then she stood, straightened her dress and went out the door, thinking about the woman.
It had to be the therapist. Her perfume was in the apartment and it was the same kind she’d smelled before.
Her fit of jealousy faded as she considered how she could use this information. This was the leverage she needed to force the woman to put Trevor back on active duty. Once that was done, he would be hers. They’d be on the road, staying in hotels and far away from this slut. If she did things right, make the Army happy, she could string that out a long time. And after that…
She couldn’t think that far ahead.
“I really don’t think the man is ready to go back on active duty yet.”
Paul twisted in his swivel chair, his fingers toying with a ballpoint pen. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing really wrong. But his experience has soured him in a number of ways. He has grown cynical of people and their motives.”
“Sounds like my sister’s husband and he’s an accountant, not a war hero. Why would cynicism be a reason to keep him off active duty? After all, if a bad attitude was adequate grounds for a medical discharge we wouldn’t have much of an Army left. I’d have to kick myself out.”
The offhand comments were just to see how firm she was. Paul was smooth that way. “It’s more than that. He is, at the request of his government, a killer. Being brought back and feted for what are otherwise criminal, antisocial acts, hasn’t done him any good.”
“So all returning heroes should be kicked out?”
She chewed on her lip. “I haven’t examined them all, but you’d be able to make a case for a study to see if there was any merit in that idea. I’m sure the military wouldn’t fund it, but…”
“That might suit your ideas of how the world should be, but our job is only to see if he can go back to work without blowing something up or going totally ballistic. Whether or not it’s moral or right, whether he feels guilty about what he’s done, are not in our bailiwick. As long as he will be a functional entity in the military hierarchy, mostly so long as he won’t declare open season on senior officers, the army considers him a valuable resource.”
She let out a long breath. “Paul, the thing is I’m not sure he won’t do exactly that. At the moment he is angry and confused. If he was being helped to find a constructive goal, he might be fine, but the Army doesn’t want him to have any personal goals other than career advancement and he isn’t thrilled with their judgment. His anger could easily, very easily escalate if he’s returned to duty.”
“Isn’t that what he wants?”
She held out her hands. “That’s what he says, but he’s never known anything else. No-one has given him the tools to be anything but a combat soldier. The prospect of trying something new is frightening to him. But he isn’t stupid or as untrainable as he thinks.”
“The Army is not likely to keep him in therapy for long, you know. Not for something they’d see as relatively minor. If you write a report saying you can’t recommend him for active duty, they’ll just give him a medical discharge and a referral to VA hospital. And what will that do? Will he find another path on his own? You said he doesn’t have much of a clue about the outside world. And remember, when he’s discharged, unless he seeks help, he won’t get any.”
This was the sticking point. “So I want to delay the decision to discharge him long enough for me to give him a little guidance. If I can point him at new things, then he’ll have a chance.”
Paul leaned forward, slumping on his desk. “I’m already getting inquiries about why you are taking so long. The idea is that if you can’t quickly give him a green light, they should toss him out and look for a new hero.”
“Let me try.”
He sighed. “I can stall for a while. They want to combine his return to duty with a ceremony where they announce his promotion and his new assig
nment.”
“Any idea what they want him to do?”
Paul smiled. “Full time public relations work, showing the flag across the country.”
“But one reason he’s pressing me to get back on active duty is to be able to quit doing that work. He hates it.”
“I didn’t say it made any sense. And the Army doesn’t care what he likes or dislikes.”
“I’m not sure if I can allow that. It might be better to kick him out that let him have that kind of assignment.”
“So?”
“So please stall them as long as you can.”
Paul sat up straight. “For you, I’ll do that.”
“It’s the best thing.”
“I’m not totally convinced, but you’re his doctor.” He let the thoughts run around his head for a moment. “Good.”
She left him thinking that good was not how she felt about the situation. No matter what she did, Trevor would be hurt and he might hate her for doing what she needed to do. Not it wasn’t good at all. And first, she had to decide if telling him about his intended assignment would be helpful.
Chapter 9
The phone rang early the next morning. Diane didn’t recognize the number. “My name is Tina Clarke and I’m running the public relations program for Captain Foster.”
“I know who you are.” The phone call hadn’t been a complete surprise. If the Army had a plan to make Trevor a full-time exhibit it was reasonable that they would be eager to get his status resolved. It hadn’t occurred to her that it would be his handler who called, but why not?
“Then you must understand that we, my company, needs some idea of when Captain Foster will return to active duty. We have an extensive tour planned for him and there are arrangements that have to be made.”
“Have you told him about it?”
“What do you mean?”
She didn’t know. “I’m not going to discuss my patient with you, but I just learned about this plan of yours and I should warn you that Captain Foster made it very clear that he intends to return to combat duty.”
“No. I’m afraid that’s not what is going to happen.”
“Then you’d better talk to him. From what I’ve seen your plan isn’t at all in his game plan.”
“Well that’s what is going to happen. So you can forget about deciding if he would be okay in combat.”
“No, that’s not true. Even if that was his dream job, I am expect to make certain he could survive return to combat.”
“He’ll just be touring the country doing public relations.” An edge crept into the woman’s voice.
“Ms Clarke, the Army is nothing if not capricious. Once he is on active duty, neither of us has any control over what they’ll have him do or where they will send him. My job is to ensure he can fill any active duty slot he’s qualified for without reservations.”
“You are just being a bitch.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“You’re just trying to keep him here, close to you.”
The explosion startled her and then, as she let it pass, tickled her. “I might be a bitch, but I’m not lying.”
“I think you want him right where he is as long as possible.”
“Why would I want that?”
The silence on the line told her the woman was making a decision about how much to reveal of whatever she wanted to say. “I saw you.”
“You saw me what?”
“I saw you in bed with him. I saw you two together in his apartment.”
Diane struggled to keep from laughing. “You did? When? Was this by invitation? I mean, did he invite you in to watch?”
“What does that matter?” Hysteria tinged the words. “The point is that I saw him fucking you.”
“I don’t know what you saw…”
“I saw you having sex with your patient—fucking him. I know that can mean trouble for you and I’m giving you fair warning. If you don’t sign off on his paperwork now I’ll have your ass for this.”
“You said Trevor already did… have my ass.”
“I could report your behavior and you’d lose your license. But there’s no reason that has to happen. You know as well as I do that he is fine. There isn’t a thing wrong with Trevor Foster.”
“You are wrong. I don’t know that. I’m not sure what your agenda is Ms. Clarke. It sounds far more personal than professional, but my concern is with the welfare of my patient. Whatever you are convinced you saw has nothing to do with me and I’m not going to discuss my professional assessment of Trevor Foster with you or anyone else.”
“I just want a date. I need to know when he will return to active duty. You can do that or I will report you.”
“I’m not going to be threatened into promising anything. I will make my decision when I have enough information to render a formal response. When I do, Captain Foster will be the first to know. Not you.”
“Unless that happens in the next two days, you will regret it, Doctor.”
The dead air that ensued told Di that if it had been possible to slam a cellphone connection off, Tina Clarke would’ve done that. A picture of her throwing her phone, smashing it into a wall, came into her head. If she’d known what Tina looked like it would have been mildly amusing.
She sat back, picking up her coffee then putting it back down. It was cold. What was the woman imagining? Clearly she was serious. She’d seen or imagined something that made her think she’d seen Trevor with her, fucking her ass, to be specific. It had to come from somewhere. A jealous fantasy or hallucination? The woman was under some kind of stress and it bothered her. It might affect Trevor and his healing process.
The thought of being naked in Trevor’s bed gave her other, less professional thoughts that she quickly banished to dark corners of her mind. She grabbed her phone, thinking that she should tell him about Tina Clarke’s call. But the idea that she would take a fabrication like that to anyone seemed ludicrous. The woman had to be a professional to be doing what she was doing, not a hysterical lover.
It was probably just an attempt to bluff her into doing something, but you could never know. She called Paul’s office but his secretary told her he was out for the rest of the day. “Do you want to leave a message for him? I can ask him to call you.”
Suddenly it all seemed foolish. “No, I’ll catch him in the morning,” she said.
Later, she wondered if it was worth bothering Paul with at home, but decided it wasn’t. She preferred to keep after hours conversation focused on more personal matters and even there, things were unresolved. She still hadn’t told him about Jacob.
It happened because Bobby woke up horny. She had started getting up, and he pulled her back into their bed. As she sprawled on her stomach, naked on the sheets, he was on top of her, erect, eager. He lay on her, kissing the back of her neck, then wordlessly pushing between her thighs, raising her ass slightly and taking her. He grunted as he drove into her… and she felt nothing.
When he finished, they lay together. “What’s the matter?” His question was reasonable. She, who complained when he didn’t cuddle after sex, hadn’t shown the slightest hint of affection.
“What’s the matter?”
She didn’t have a good answer to give him. For that matter she didn’t have a bad answer. Nothing was the matter, except that his affection for her and everything they had done to make their life what it was didn’t amount to much. Even fucking her, Bobby didn’t make her come alive. And their life was flat, not powerful and dynamic. “Just stuff from work.” It was the best answer she could come up with.
“Anything I can do?”
What could he do? It wasn’t what he did or didn’t do, but what he was. She shook her head, thinking that it was over, this relationship, this life. “No. I’ll sort it out.” Her fake optimism didn’t fool either of them.
“You seem different. What’s going on?”
She looked at him. “I don’t know. Right now, I need breakfast.”
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p; She did want to talk, but not to Bobby. It was Trevor she wanted to talk to. She slipped on a robe, grabbed her phone, and headed for the kitchen. She started some coffee and then sent Trevor a text message: Important. Need to talk.
A few moments later, as she got out eggs and out slices of whole wheat bread in the toaster, she got his reply: On my way to the hospital. Busy until 11. Meet me at the Indian restaurant on third about noon.
She remembered him telling her he would be going to the hospital again to talk to some other soldiers. She’d hoped he’d change his mind or, even better, let her come along. She could write a press release about how he spent his spare time trying to help other soldiers. With a picture of him talking to a soldier in a hospital bed, maybe. She’d suggested that and the idea upset him. Well, once she got him back on active duty she’d nip this nonsense in the bud. If he wanted to talk to the wounded vets that was great, but she’d see that it was part of her program so she’d get credit for it.