Field Stripped: 15 Steamy Military Romances

by Marissa Dobson

  You’re not that person anymore. I know.

  What would your mom say? Nothing, she’s dead.

  What would Ellis think? Who cares? Asshole.

  Bo would be so disappointed. Shut up.

  Nobody had to know. I knew exactly where I could score some, too. I knew where all the good dealers were. I didn’t even have to go into a bad part of town to get some. A girl named Ariel at school dealt, and everyone who has ever lived in that world knew it, too. She was making a killing, helping students pull all-nighters with a large choice of coke, meth, or anything else they wanted. Weed seemed to be the most popular, but I was never a fan of that shit. Just made me hungry and sleepy, and really, I was already those things most of the time anyway.

  Which is why I’d love to get some coke. Just a little. I wouldn’t get addicted again, I would be okay.

  Feeling increasingly twitchy, I kept checking the clock, and finally, it was time to close and go home. Getting in my car, I started it and pulled my phone out, scrolling through the contacts until I found Ariel’s name. My finger paused over the contact. Call or text?

  Neither, a voice in my brain said. Think about someone other than yourself.

  Like who?

  Everyone you love.

  But I don’t love anyone.

  I’m going crazy. That’s it, I’m gonna have to be committed for having full-blown conversations with myself.

  “Fuck!” I yelled, throwing the phone into the backseat and heading home. But not before stopping by the liquor store first. I won’t do any drugs, but I sure as hell could do a few shots of Fireball before I went to sleep tonight.

  I heard my phone ringing in the backseat. “Eye of the Tiger” by Survivor was the sound. That was Ellis’s ringtone. When was he gonna take the hint?

  Chapter Ten

  Ellis

  I steered my motorcycle into the parking garage of a huge building downtown. I removed my helmet and smoothed down the dressiest polo shirt I had in my closet. Taking the business card from the pocket of my khakis, I could see I had to take the elevator to the 17th floor. Easy enough.

  So why was I so nervous?

  The elevator dinged my arrival and got out to immediately see a wall of glass, one door set into it marked “Mathis Associates” in frosted writing. I walked through and a male receptionist greeted me.

  “May I help you?”

  I nodded. “Yes, I have an appointment with Harper Mathis.”

  He stood and smiled. “Right this way.”

  We walked amongst a throng of desks and cubicles until we reached another glass-walled office overlooking the city marked “Harper Mathis, Owner.” The receptionist guy knocked lightly. “Your two o’clock is here, Ms. Mathis.”

  A knockout blonde with eyes the same color as the sky outside her window and wearing her hair in a long ponytail stood up. She was dressed in a sharp black skirt suit and conservative black heels.

  She smiled warmly at me, putting out her hand. “Hi, Mr. Anderson. Nice to meet you.”

  I shook her hand. “You can call me Ellis.” I sat in a chair where she indicated.

  She took a seat behind her desk and handed me a clipboard. “If you could take just a few minutes to fill that out, then I’ll give you my spiel on what we do here.”

  I took the clipboard and began filling out my name, date of birth, marital and parental status, service branch, dates, regiment, disabilities, and everything else. I listened to her talk while I filled it out.

  “So this is my nonprofit business. We help veterans from all branches, who have recently released from the military, re-integrate back into the real world, so to speak. A lot of vets don’t need help but some need a little “hand-up” if you know what I’m saying. We don’t do hand-outs here, but we do offer job placement and counseling at no charge. We can also refer to you to support groups, if needed, speciality medical professionals, and we always encourage vets to get involved with their local VFW, which is also a very good resource for vets.”

  Interesting, I thought. Pretty awesome actually. I finished filling out the forms quickly and handed the clipboard back to Harper.

  She took a look at it. “Referred by ‘Kyle Something’.” She chuckled. “Kyle Adams? Kind green eyes and a metal rod for a leg?”

  I nodded. “That’s him. He’s pretty nosy, too, but I’ll let it slide since he’s a fellow Marine.”

  She smiled in genuine at that, her blue eyes sparkling. I noticed no wedding ring, but told myself this was just business and I shouldn’t be flirting. Not only that, I had a huge amount of ass-kissing to do to a certain redhead when I was done here. She didn’t want to answer my calls and texts, then I’d just show up at her house. I thought about going to the coffee shop, but that boss of hers seemed like a real mama bear, and I didn’t want to deal with her at all.

  “So, Ellis, I see you indicated that you have disabilities here. Do you want to tell me what they are, or if there are there any restrictions you might have?”

  “Physically?” I asked.

  She nodded. “Yes, we’ll start with that.”

  “Aside from this,” I said, holding up my left hand to show her my missing pinky finger, “I’m as healthy as a horse.” I thought about poor Duke Hawthorne and the limp he now had, and surpressed a shudder.

  “Can you shoot a weapon with that?” she asked, typing into her laptop as I spoke. It didn’t seem to have fazed her at all.

  “Yes, ma’am. I can shoot a perfect score.”

  “Awesome. Now, mentally. Any PTSD?”

  I nodded and shifted in my seat. “Yeah, so they say, but I’m good. Really. I have a recurring nightmare all the time, but I don’t lose a bunch of sleep like some dudes I know.” And I felt guilty for that, I really did. Some guys I’d served with were really, really fucked up. I’d seen the same shit they had – bodies burned to a smoky crisp from roadside bombings, beheaded bodies of the enemy left to rot in the sweltering sun, dudes getting shot, helicopter crashes, and everything else. But people handle things differently, and I believed I had some sort of jacked up blackened heart or something, because it didn’t affect me like it probably should have. And that scared me sometimes. Probably why I almost became a criminal. I was literally born with no fucks to give. I was just grateful I didn’t have that insominia shit like some of my buddies.

  She quietly finished inputting my information in the computer, then read the results once it beeped at her.

  “You’re single, no wife, no kids, no baby mamas, right?”

  I smiled and nodded.

  “No girlfriend?” she asked, her lips twtiching.

  I let out a breath. “That’s… complicated.”

  “I see,” she said, nodding her head.

  “You interested in law enforcement work? I’ve got connections in the Tampa P.D. if you’re interested. You seem very tough, and I bet you take no crap from anyone. Am I right?”

  She probably saw the lack of pain or emotion in my eyes like everyone else did. I stiffened at her question and then asked her one of my own. “Do you wanna know why I joined the Marines, ma’am?”

  She smiled and folded her hands together on top of her desk. “Absolutely.”

  “I was sentenced by a court of law to join. I was in a white surpremecist street gang in Orlando when I was a teen. My choices were either prison or the military after being arrested for a felony. And not just any branch, specifically, the Marines. I obviously chose correctly.”

  Her eyes went wide, then she regained her composure. “Wow, that’s… rare. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that happening in this century.”

  I laughed. “So I’ve heard. I never told anyone I served with. So now just you, my ma, and Judge Perkins knows.”

  “Interesting. So you’re saying you don’t want to work in law enforcment?”

  “I will say that working as a street cop would probably not be good for me. I know a lot of bad people, and a lot of them have long memories. Probably wouldn’t be
good for my reputation. No street cred and all that.” I winked at her.

  She nodded contemplatively. “I see. Any computer skills?”

  I laughed. “None at all. I can barely use my smartphone.”

  She was quiet for a minute. “So how comfortable are you around criminals?”

  I’d feel right at home! I wanted to tell her, but instead I said, “Criminals don’t scare me. I’m sure they’d be more afraid of me than I would be of them.”

  She grinned. “I have the perfect job for you.”

  She hit a few buttons on her computer and printed out a job application for the Federal Bureau of Prisons.

  Oh, hell.

  Talia

  I really wasn’t surprised to see Ellis sitting on my doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand. He looked ridiculously handsome and I kicked myself for licking my lips. I’d ignored his texts and calls for almost a week straight, and I knew it would eventually come to this.

  “What are you doing here, Ellis?” I sighed, moving past him to put my key in the door.

  He stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist, the flowers in my face as he leaned down and kissed the back of neck. I shuddered in pleasure and then cursed my body’s reaction it always had to his touch. I got the door open but didn’t go inside. Instead, I twisted out of his arms and turned around and looked up at him.

  “I’ve missed you,” he said, staring at me. I could see the sincerity in his eyes and tried to not let his gaze undo me.

  “You hurt me,” I blurted out.

  He nodded. “I know. I see that now. I’m fucked up, which causes me to fuck up even more. It freaked me out that you spent the night –”

  That pissed me off. “You asked me to spend the night, Ellis! Practically begged me…”

  “I know, I know, which was why I didn’t understand why it freaked me out. I’ve long since stopped trying to analyze why I do the things I do. I just try to learn from them, then roll with it.”

  “Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath, turning around and walking into the apartment.

  Ellis followed me inside, then closed the door. “I’m sorry, T. I am, it won’t happen again. I left you alone for a few days when you stopped responding to me. I wanted to give you space.”

  When I said nothing to that, he continued. “I want to make it up to you.”

  He stepped closer to me and handed me the flowers, which I took, but didn’t look at. I was mildly excited because no one had ever given me flowers before, but I tried to keep my face neutral. “I don’t know…”

  “Have you ever been to Universal?” he asked, referring to the big amusement park in Orlando where all the lore of film and TV came to life.

  I responded flatly, “Yes, on a field trip once when I was in middle school.”

  He smiled. “Well I got a pair of passes. We’ll go spend the day and then we’ll stay the night at the park’s hotel. I’ll buy you anything you want. I want to start doing things as a couple. Get to know you better. Treat you like a princess.”

  Trying not to let my mouth hang open in shock, I set the flowers down on the table and then cocked my head to the side, my arms folded across my chest. “Why? Why now, Ellis? I thought you just wanted to sleep with me. I’ve always wanted more than that, but I never pushed you. You’re always so closed off and angry, and I assume you have some issues from being in the military, but I never wanted to rush you into something you obviously didn’t want. So why the change now?”

  “Because I just want you. Any way I can have you.”

  He moved in and gently but forcibly removed my arms from their defiant posture and threaded them around his neck. His arms encircled my back and he cradled me up against his hard chest. I didn’t give any resistance because obviously, I’m a weak addict and he was my fix. Last week, when I really wanted that coke, I had resisted. And I was proud of myself. Sure, I’d come home and drank a little cinnamon whiskey, but I didn’t get high. Hell, I’d barely gotten a buzz.

  Now, here I was, faced with a drug of a different kind and I was powerless to even want to say no. I want to say yes, I want to get my fix of his addictive eyes and body, his tongue all over me, his deep voice growling commands in my ear. I wanted it all and I was going to give in.

  “Yes, I’ll go to Universal with you. But please do not hurt me like that again, Ellis. The rejection was almost unbearable.”

  He kissed my forehead. “I didn’t reject you. I was just a selfish asshole. There’s a difference. Please say you’ll forgive me.”

  I nodded and sighed. “I forgive you.”

  He smiled in triumph.

  Too easily? Sure. Just call me Talia the Weak Addict. It fits.

  Thankfully, I didn’t have to work the next day. Neither did Ellis, and that made me curious. I’d asked him once before where he worked, and he had told me he was still looking for work after leaving the Marines. Knowing a tiny bit about the military from one of my coworkers, I had asked him, “Well, what did you do in the military? What skills did they teach you?”

  His reply had been flat. “How to kill people.”

  Alrighty then. I didn’t ask again. I didn’t know where he got his money from and I wasn’t going to ask. Honestly, it bothered me a little, but was always afraid to say the wrong thing. I’d seen his temper a couple of times and I really didn’t want to see it again.

  Miraculously, he hadn’t stayed the night last night. He’d hinted at it, and even though I had said I’d forgiven him, I really wasn’t all that truthful. I was still mad and hurt. So I’d told him I was tired and would see him tomorrow, and aside from a very sensual kiss that almost made me change my mind, he hadn’t pushed. That, ironically, sort of turned me on even more that he’d been courteous, respectful, and gentlemanly about my decision and I almost changed my mind and told him to stay.

  Stupid female brain. Why does being a girl have to be so damn complicated? I envied the male mind. Simple, uncomplicated, no long inner monologues about feelings and decisions. Just food, sex, and sleep.

  Ellis picked me up in his muscle car and we drove the hour and a half from Tampa to Orlando. I was dressed in white capri pants and a dark blue halter top and some comfortable sandals. In my overnight bag, I had clothes for tomorrow, some toiletries, a gigantic bottle of sunscreen, and a big floppy hat. Burning to lobster status was not my idea of a good time. My damned pale skin didn’t tan, so I had to protect it well.

  The drive was pleasant and when we reached the park, Ellis found a spot that was nowhere near the front. He cursed a little but I didn’t mind. I could use the exercise and I had a feeling I’d be getting plenty of it today – and tonight.

  We finally made our way to the front entrance of the park. He presented tickets and we waited in line until we were finally let in. The park was absolutely magical. Even better than I remembered it – not that I had that great of a memory of it.

  I was on sensory overload. My eyes darted from a Men in Black exhibit to the adorable Minions of Despicable Me to the magic of Harry Potter. I wanted to do it all and see it all.

  And we did.

  Every exhibit was captivating. Every ride and tour was perfect. I loved TV and movies and smiled at the memories each of the exhibits brought me. I couldn’t believe I had waited this long to visit this park as an adult.

  After going on five or six rides, Ellis asked if I was hungry.

  “Starving,” I said, smiling up at him.

  He grinned back. “Come on, I see a little food stand over there.”

  It hadn’t gone unnoticed by me that he hadn’t held my hand all day. He’d slung his arm around me a few times, but I was trying not to let it bother me that he didn’t want to hold my hand, as stupid as it sounds. So I stood firm, rooted to the spot as I said, “Okay.”

  He went to walk but then stopped when he realized I wasn’t next to him. He turned around and I could see his eyebrows dip in question behind his black sunglasses. I smiled at him behind my Ray-Bans and he walked t
oward me, coming to stop in front of me.

  “Aren’t you coming?”

  “Aren’t you going to hold my hand?”

  He hung his head in a dramatic gesture and ran his right hand down his face. He looked down at his left hand and held it up. “It’s kinda gross, I know. Wasn’t sure you wanted me holding your hand with it.”

  I looked at the missing pinky finger and the one next to it was pretty scarred up and a little bent out of shape. Why was he acting like I’d never seen that before? It never bothered me when he used it to touch my body.

  “I don’t care. Why don’t you tell me how that happened?”

  Quickly, he grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Some other time. Don’t wanna talk about it right now. I’m so sorry I didn’t hold your hand earlier. See? I’m an asshole…”

  I stopped walking again and looked up at him, putting my fingers up to his face. “Look, Ellis, I’m gonna make this easy for you. Everything you’ve ever heard about girls is true, okay? We want you to hold our hand. We want you to take charge in the bedroom, and even outside the bedroom sometimes. We want compliments, flowers, and to be taken care of. Yes, I can take care of myself, but it’s nice when someone relieves me of that duty every once in a while.”

  A mischievous grin lit up his handsome, tanned face. “Okay, T. You got it.” He kissed my cheek and led me to the food booth, where we ate hamburgers and French fries and drank soda and everything else bad for us.

  It was the best damn day ever.

  Chapter Eleven

  Ellis

  Best damn day ever. I hope she thought the same. Honestly, I’d scored those tickets from Mathis Associates. The pretty blonde owner gave them to me. She said every veteran who had been brave enough to come into her office and admit the needed a little “hand- up” (versus a “hand-out”) deserved a day of rest and relaxation. She’d given me a choice on which park tickets I wanted, and while Disney was the main attraction around here, I had always wanted to see Universal Studios. I’d honestly never been to any of the parks, we were too damn poor growing up to afford any of them, so to say I was more excited than a kid on Christmas was probably a fucking understatement.