by Blair Grey
As one of the youngest men to ever pass the BUDS training, I was proud of myself. I knew my worth, and I was confident enough to stand up for myself no matter what I got myself in to.
And, I had to.
I’d hated authority my entire life. I had nothing but problems with my dad growing up, and then when he was out of the picture, I often fought with my mother’s boyfriends. That had changed the older I got. I just quit giving a shit about what they had to say and just did my own thing.
I didn’t need some deadbeat she brought home to sleep with to tell me how to live my life, that was for damn sure. She did her best, and I loved my mom, but I could say with complete honesty that I didn’t hesitate for a second when I decided to join the military.
I was shipped off to basic then further training after, and I excelled in everything. But, even that wasn’t enough to get the aggression out of my system. I wanted to be in combat. I wanted to see shit go down. I wanted to feel the adrenaline rush of knowing that I might not make it out of a situation alive.
It wasn’t the same when we were on turf that didn’t belong to the Folded Flags. The best we could hope for was a fistfight we’d likely win. We didn’t care to play by the rules, and anyone from The Enemies was more than welcome to take my fist to his face.
Of course, it was likely to start a bigger fight, and I knew Carl Painter, our leader, would be pissed if we were to carry that battle into more of the MC, so I often didn’t bother with that sort of petty violence.
“Well you can either be a pussy and head to a bar, or you can man up and come with me,” Isaac said. “I’m going to party.”
He turned his bike to the left and blazed up the road toward campus. I wasn’t sure how he knew about the frat parties that took place around the colleges he frequented, but he was often in attendance. Whenever I joined him, I was surprised to see how many of the people there already knew him – and how admired he was.
With a sigh, I followed. A bar still sounded like a better idea to me. Not just because I wanted to get laid by someone with more experience than a college girl, but because I felt so much older than many of the women who were in college.
True, I was twenty years old, younger than some of the people who’d be at the party. But the fact that I had been through so much in my young life made me feel more mature – more capable than any of the others.
Nevertheless, we pulled our bikes into a nearby parking garage and headed toward the fraternity. The house was huge, people already scattered about on the lawn with tables and chairs everywhere. There was a pool in the back with plenty of women stripping down to their bras and panties or bikinis.
Inside, the music was playing and there were even more drinks to be had. Beer pong was set up in most of the rooms downstairs, and there were several other drinking games going on in the basement.
Of course, the hierarchy the students had within themselves was evident since the moment we walked through the door, but Isaac didn’t bother to follow any of it, and to my surprise, no one seemed to care.
“Check out that catalogue, dude!” Isaac said in my ear as we walked past a group of young women all with drinks in their hands. They were hot, I’d give him that, but I couldn’t get past the fact they all looked so young.
Sure, I knew many of them were too young to have drinks in their hands. Eighteen was about the youngest anyone in the house was, but I had yet to see anyone who was sober.
“Here,” Isaac grabbed two drinks off a table and handed one to me. “Loosen up before you get out there. If you can’t find me, don’t come looking.”
“Fine,” I said. He disappeared into the crowd, and I knew he was on his way to find someone to fuck. It was the only reason we were here, though I still felt that a bar would be better. It was easier for me to pick up women in bars. They were also often there looking for a hookup.
Girls in college liked to get fucked up more than they liked to hook up. At least, that’s what I often found to be the case. It wasn’t hard for me to convince any of them to go to bed with me, but more often than not, it had to be my idea, and there were times when I had to pay for a hotel to make it happen.
Not that I really minded. Good sex was worth every penny I spent to obtain it. But tonight, I didn’t want to have to find a hotel. I wouldn’t mind spending some time in one of the dorms, but it could be hard to find an empty one when it came to the freshman.
Quit being such a pussy and find someone to talk to, I thought. Isaac was outside, hanging around the pool, already with women in bikinis on either side of him. He had his arms around both of them and was laughing and talking, no doubt using his tattoos and charm to get one – or both – of them in bed.
“College is the time when they want to explore and experiment. If you want to have a three way or see two girls making out, that’s the place to do it,” his words rang in the back of my mind.
I rolled my eyes. I still wasn’t overly invested in finding anyone. I was leaving in three days, and I was already ready to get out of here. Having grown up in this part of California, I’d seen all that it had to offer.
But, to pass the time, I decided to look around. There were hot girls everywhere. Many of them were wearing very little clothing, and some of them were already intoxicated enough to be stumbling around and leaning against each other, laughing and being catty as only women can.
Then, she caught my eye.
A feisty, tiny redhead with bright green eyes. She was sizing me up from the wall she was leaning against, and when our eyes met, she gave me an inviting smile. With a suave grin, I headed toward her, running my hand through my hair on the way.
“Hey,” I said as I leaned my shoulder against the wall. “Some party.”
“You could say that,” she said. “I haven’t seen you around here. You new?”
“You could say that,” I replied, mimicking her words. “I don’t come around often. It’s not often I find any reason to.”
“Oh? Is that so?” I could see the flirtatious smile playing with her lips. “Would I be good enough reason for you?”
“Depends on what you consider to be good reason,” I said with a shrug. “Seems to me that a lot of these girls think that walking around practically naked and completely hammered is a way to make an impression.”
“I’m the opposite of that,” she said with a shrug. “Clearly, I’ve got clothes on, and this is my first drink.”
“Coincidence, me, too,” I held up my red cup of beer and took a sip. She seemed intrigued, though she wasn’t trying to show it.
“What’s your major?” she asked.
“Military,” I replied. “I’m leaving in a few days, and thought I’d live it up in case I don’t come back.”
“Oh?” she asked, clearly even more interested. “What branch?”
“Navy,” I said simply. We stood silently for a moment, watching the crowd.
“I’ve always been a sucker for a man in uniform,” she admitted. “Even if he’s not technically in uniform at the moment.”
“I’ve always been a sucker for a redhead with green eyes,” I winked. “Always.”
She smiled. “You got a name?”
“Nathan Springer. You?” I replied.
“Jenna Porter. I want to kiss you, Nathan Springer,” she announced.
“I’d like to kiss you, but again, I’m not hanging around here. I can’t have you thinking that this is going to go anywhere – I’m also part of the Folded Flag MC. Not sure if you know what that means, but I essentially shouldn’t even be in this town,” I replied.
“Shut up and kiss me,” Jenna said with a wave of her hand. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, and I couldn’t help myself. She had a tight, small body with medium-sized tits. Her red hair was clearly enhanced with dye, but still the perfect shade against her white skin.
Her dark freckles stood out from the rest of her face, adding to the charm of her green eyes. She was a goddess and, well, I was only human. She did look yo
ung, but she was clearly old enough to be here. I suddenly didn’t care how much experience she had in any way.
This could be her first kiss, or I could be one of many, but I had to have those lips.
Putting my hand around the back of her head, I pulled her closer to me as our mouths met and electricity ran through every part of me.
Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.
2
Jenna
Instinct told me to walk away. This guy, before he had even laid a finger on me, told me that he didn’t want anything but fun from me, and short term fun at that. Even more importantly, he told me that he was part of the Folded Flags.
He was a member of the MC, but not the right one, and I knew my brother would throw a fit. Hell, if my father was alive, he’d throw an even bigger fit – probably throwing me out of the house and leaving me to fend for myself on the street.
But, all that could wait. I wasn’t here because I was in college. I wasn’t here because I wanted to drink, despite the fact I had a drink in my hand. I was here for a few days to take a breather away from my brother, and my best friend, Khloe Parents, had told me I could sleep in her basement for as long as I wanted.
She was in college for the sake of putting off the rest of her life, and since her mom and dad were proud one of their kids was finally doing more with their time than just partying, they bought her a house to live in while she went to school. If only they knew how she was really spending her time – and their money.
I felt I deserved a night with a hot guy. Hell, it might even be two nights. I didn’t want to put a time limit on it. I told Blaze I’d be out of town for the week spending time with Khloe, and I still had four days to go.
He knew better than to try to get a hold of me. With his nose so far up the MC’s ass, he didn’t have the time to chase me down and see what I was doing. Dad wasn’t the leader. He was never meant to be, but he was dedicated to The Enemies MC like it was his life and soul.
He raised us to be that way, too. Our mother had died in childbirth with me, leaving us to be raised by him. I’d like to think that he did his best, but I couldn’t even say that much. It more felt as though he was trying to raise us under the belief that the MC was the end all and be all.
I wasn’t buying it. I hated the club, and though I felt part of it by birth, that was where my allegiance ended. They could have their little parties and do their little rallies. One of these days, I was going to figure out how to get out of it for good.
And tonight, I would pretend that I’d already managed to break free. This guy might be a Folded Flag, but if I wasn’t who I was, that wouldn’t make any damn difference to me.
“You want to get out of here?” I whispered when we came up for air.
“You have a dorm?” he asked. “I wasn’t planning on getting a room for the night in this town.”
“I’ve got better than a dorm,” I said with a smile. “Come on.”
He followed me out of the frat house and into the warm night. We walked across the lawn and onto the sidewalk, when I hesitated. “Did you drive?”
“I was on my bike, yeah,” he said. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“Not if you’ll give me a ride,” I replied with a smirk. I knew a thing or two about bikes, but I wasn’t going to let on that I did. Let him be the bad boy and think he was taking me out for the first time. I knew guys liked things like that, though I had a feeling I was already bad enough for him to be wrapped around my little finger.
He took my hand as we headed for the campus parking garage. His bike was parked next to another, but I didn’t bother to ask what it was about. I was sure there were plenty of people at the party who weren’t in college.
Or perhaps he had a friend who was.
“We’re going to my friend’s house,” I said. “She’s not going to be home until later, I’m sure, but I’ve got a key, and she won’t care if you’re there.”
I gave him the address, and within minutes, we were parked outside Khloe’s house. I was glad there was an outside entrance to the basement. She had two other roommates who were rather snobby for my taste. I didn’t want to deal with them and their remarks as we came through the living room, smelling of alcohol and clearly looking for a good time.
I locked the door behind us, and without another word, I started kissing Nathan again. He wrapped his arms around me, more aggressively than before. He ran his hands up and down my body, exploring me.
I was already a light build, but thin on top of it. My ribs showed from under my bra, and my stomach was flat as a pancake. I was proud to take my shirt off in front of him, and gasped when he did the same, revealing a body that had clearly been worked on in the gym.
Or through military training, I thought.
His hands were large, and his grasp was firm. His hands ran to my ass, squeezing before he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he turned and carried me into the room.
The basement was set up like one giant bedroom, so he knew right where my bed was. He laid me on my back as I feverishly pulled his shirt off. I went to work on the belt of his jeans as he unclasped my bra. He pulled both my shirt and bra off at the same time before putting his face and lips to my nipples.
They gathered and stiffened under the heat of his breath and the touch of his short facial hair, and I gasped, arching my back and letting him enjoy my body.
I pushed his pants the rest of the way down before running my hands over his cock. He was already rock hard, but growing harder by the second under the delicate sweep of my fingers.
“Oh God, you’re amazing,” he breathed.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered. “Please.”
He ran his hand over my pussy before taking his dick and pushing himself all the way inside. I gasped and spread my legs further, trying to take more of him, unable to get enough. He thrust into me, using his hand to pleasure me as he continued to pump in and out.
I was so wet, and he was so big, our bodies slid together as though they were made for each other. Nothing could compare to the waves of pleasure that ran through the core of my being as he continued to pump in and out of me.
I was getting closer to cumming when he took my hands and pinned them to the bed above my head, running his tongue over the crook of my neck. I moaned and pulled my hands free from his grasp, dragging them down his back and leaving trails from my nails.
“I’m cumming!” I cried. My orgasm swept over me suddenly, leaving me speechless, yet begging for more. Wave after wave ran through the core of my being, from the ends of my fingers to the tips of my toes. I gasped as I bit his shoulder, making the most of the moment.
Nathan wasn’t far behind. He thrust into me hard, and almost at the same time I came, he finished, as well. The pulse of his cock inside me put a smile on my face, and the waves of pleasure he was experiencing were clearly evident on his. He held himself deep inside me as he finished, then he sighed, pulling himself out of me and lying on the bed.
“Wow,” I said with a shake of my head. “That was amazing.”
He laughed and rolled onto his side, running his hands over my tits. “Yes, it was.”
“Do you have to leave?” I asked as he shifted. “It’s getting late, and if you stay, I can give you another round in the morning.”
“Do you want that?” he asked. I grinned.
“More than anything.”
“Alright,” he said. He settled into the bed, and I hurried to the bathroom to clean up and get us both a glass of water. I returned with a smile and slid under the blanket next to him. I knew this was going to be brief, but I also wanted to make the most of it while it lasted.
I liked this guy. He was just out of reach enough to satisfy what I was looking for, and I felt rebellious being with him. It didn’t matter what my brother thought or what my father would say if he was around. I was eighteen, an adult, and able to make my own choices. And, I chose to spend the night with this man.
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p; And, I had no regrets.
I had wanted Nathan to stay with me the rest of that night, but he didn’t seem in too big of a hurry to leave the next day. I had a TV and game systems in the basement, and there was plenty of sex to be had for both of us. There was no reason for him to leave, really.
Khloe met him and didn’t mind how long he stayed, and I was glad for the distraction. Even though I was taking a break from my brother, knowing that I had to go back home eventually was enough to throw stress over the time I spent away.
But Nathan changed all that. Nathan made it exciting, almost as though the life that I was ignoring didn’t even exist. He seemed perfectly content to hang out with me before he had to leave, and neither of us really talked about the past or the future.
For the three days that he and I spent together, we only focused on the moment. Having sex when the mood struck, eating when we were hungry, and ignoring the fact there was life outside of the four walls of the basement.
I knew it wasn’t going to last forever, but it was just what I needed in the moment. And if there was one thing I’d learned in my young life, it was that the moment was all any of us had. I wasn’t going worry about the future, or even if I would see this man ever again.
He was leaving, after all, and odds were that I wouldn’t. But I wanted to make the most of the time that he and I did have together. Meaningful relationships didn’t need to be lasting, and as far as I was concerned, this could be the best three-day relationship of my life.
It was a memory I was determined to carry forever.
3
PRESENT
Nathan
“You can cuss or you can deal, but it’s not going to change,” Spencer said as I slammed the prosthetic down on the ground. I hated wearing the fucking thing, but I’d been doing so more to try to make my life a little more normal. I’d grown used to not wearing one at all since I got out of the military, and I was pissed that my therapist wanted me to try this new one.
I had served for three years in the Navy. I was a proud SEAL who had worked hard for the awards and honors given to me. But I was still pissed off that it cost me my arm in the process. I didn’t want to lose my fucking arm. I never wanted to pay that price.