Hayes, ever the politician, responds, “Because the Commander won’t stop working you today until you puke. It’s a tradition for all new recruits.” He grimaces as he looks at his plate of untouched food.
He’s right, it’s going to be a long-ass day and Ans won’t stop until the newbie pukes or until we all die. I doubt she cares which.
Lawson stares at Hayes before Cade interjects, “It’s showtime, Lieutenant. Time to see what you are made of.”
The tension in the room seems to finally sink in. Lawson pushes his plate away and sits a little taller. This guy isn’t going to let us jackasses get to him.
Vic smiles, sensing that we have a good one and yells, “Oohrah!”
We all repeat it in a sign of solidarity. Yes, even me. I like these guys. Well, except for Cade.
We try to pick up a conversation up after that, but it’s strained.
“Good Morning, ladies!”
Everyone immediately snaps to attention. “Good Morning, Commander,” they chant in unison.
I smirk up at her and nod. “Ans.”
She scowls but doesn’t reprimand me for not calling her Commander in front of the “children.”
Taking a cup from the cabinet, she pours coffee for herself. We’re all sitting quietly watching, waiting for her direction.
She laughs. “What’s with the long faces, boys?”
No one answers. She knows why the long faces. She loves this kind of torture. Swaying over to Hayes, she grabs his fork and begins to eat his leftover omelet.
“Mmm… Damn, Hayes, this is delicious.”
Groans erupt from the table.
She looks around, giving us a devious smile, and states, “I hope you all loaded up on the protein. It’s a beautiful day to stretch our muscles and burn off some steam.” Her hands reach high, interlocking her fingers, stretching, as her pink tank rides up above her naval.
Every penis at this table points at her toned stomach.
I stand abruptly, breaking the hypnotic stares. “Well, I don’t know about everyone else but I am ready to get this show on the road. I got shit to do today.” I snap my fingers for effect, urging her to speed this little charade up.
She glares at me but quickly corrects her look with a smile. Sauntering over to me slowly, she drags her finger down my jawline.
I don’t move a muscle. I don’t think I even breathe.
Her mouth is to my ear, her breath teasing when she whispers, “Theo, after I break that spirit this morning the onlyshityou’ll be doing is rehab on that shoulder until I fucking allow you to stop. But by all means, keep the attitude. You know what it does to me.” She squeezes my jaw then lets go harshly.
Although she just made me hard as fuck, I’m slightly pissed.
She turns to address the table again but I grab her arm, hauling her back into my chest. Speaking firmly in her ear, I remind her, “It would do you well to remember, Commander, that today is Thursday. When my rehab and training are over, your ass is all mine. But please keep the attitude, you know what it does to me.” I grasp her hand and make her palm my straining cock.
She glances down at my tented shorts, a smile forming on her lips.
Even under my compression pants, that fucker is still straining to get out.
Her eyes drift up to mine and all I see is the swirl of desire in their depths. This is why she and I work. We both love to gain and lose control with each other.
A throat clears behind us, probably Cade.
Anniston releases me and steps back, allowing some distance for us to settle down. “I take it you guys have met our newest recruit?”
The guys nod their heads up and down.
