TRAITOR: A Military Romance Novel (Military Men Book 3)

by Leila Haven

  I took my tray to a table filled with soldiers. If I sat alone, they would talk about me. I didn’t want to hide away, I wanted them all to see me free and not fazed by the whole thing.

  The way I saw it, if I skulked around, they would think I had something to hide. Being out in the open and myself, that was as good as screaming my innocence at the top of my lungs.

  As I sat there eating I listened to the voices flowing around me. I was trying to hear the voice of the fucker that tied me up earlier and left me in the closet all bloody day. Unfortunately, none of those I could hear were a match.

  It would only be a matter of time.

  If I didn’t find them, then Jenny would. She was good at her job, she wouldn’t let him get away with what he was doing. The little stunt he’d pulled on me was minor compared to all the innocent lives he’d cost.

  “Hey, Simon,” Private Jackson called out over the table. “Did they let you out for good behavior? Or did you break out of the clink?”

  “They let me go because I didn’t do it,” I yelled back. Every other conversation died as they all listened to us. A knot was starting to form in my stomach. This kind of attention was not what I needed right now.

  “Didn’t do it, or they couldn’t prove it?”

  “Yeah, Simon. How bloody do your hands have to get before they can finally arrest you, huh?”

  Jackson had started a floodgate of swipes, emboldening all the soldiers to join in the discussion. “I swear, you are the only person around that can work with the fucking Taliban and get away with it.”

  “Do they pay you in little virgins? Information for a girl?”

  “You can’t really think you can get away with this, right?”

  “If they think I’m going to work with a bastard traitor, they’ve got another thing coming. There’s no way I’m serving next to you anymore.”

  They were getting nastier as they all tried to outdo one another with barbs. If they were only joking, I would be able to take it. However, they were all deadly serious and I couldn’t handle it.

  I stood up. “You want to come here and say that, Jackson? Huh? Piper, Dekker, Goodes? Come on, come say that to my face.”

  Jackson stood up, his chair falling backwards and making an almighty crash on the floor. If people weren’t paying attention before, they certainly were now.

  He stomped toward me, the muscles of his neck tight and his hands clenching into fists. I stood my ground, refusing to back away. Shying from this fight now was as good as admitting I was weak and guilty. This was more than just standing my ground.

  “I’ll say it again, you’re a motherfucking prick. Is that clear enough for you?” Jackson said through clenching teeth. I’d rarely seen him so angry before, and certainly not with me. Clearly they couldn’t see that I was just as angry at the traitor as they were.

  “It wasn’t me,” I growled back. “Otherwise I would still be sitting in that cell. Understand? I’m not the motherfucker you’re looking for.”

  “Like hell you aren’t.” He grabbed my shirt and started shaking me. Before I could think, my hand was balled into a fist and being directed at his head.

  We scuffled as everyone acted as our audience. Jackson managed to get the first punch in, blocking my retaliating one. He split open my lip, the taste of blood flooding my mouth.

  His arm was wound back for another as I landed a punch to his jaw. His head recoiled as he staggered a few paces backwards. The crowd started to shout their encouragements, urging Jackson to turn me into a punching bag to satisfy their thirst for blood.

  Jackson lunged for me again but I was ready for him this time. I blocked his fist and thrust a punch into his stomach. He groaned, perhaps finally remembering that I was better at this than he was.

  The rumble of the crowd was starting to drown out individual voices. I completely forgot about listening for the voice I needed to find while caught up in the rage. All I wanted to do was shut them up so they searched for the real terrorist and left me alone.

  Jackson ran at me, his fist managing to collide with my collarbone. I staggered back a few paces before lunging at him. My fist never connected to his head, one voice rung out and stopped me.

  “Private Simon, stop!” Jenny shrieked. She was weaving her way through the gathered crowd, her small frame forcing men much bigger than her to step aside.

  She stood between Jackson and me, her entire face filled with disappointment and anger. She was a feisty woman, that was for sure. It made me want to take her somewhere private and help get rid of that stress she was holding onto.

  “The show’s over, everybody. Get back to your meals,” she ordered.

  Soldiers as hard as nails all obeyed her command.

  Fucking hell she was sexy.

  My dick was responding quickly, needing her naked body pressed against mine. I had some pent up stress too and sex was always the best way to relieve it.

  She glared up at me. “I think you’re done here, Private Simon. You should return to your dorm and have an early night.”

  If she was naked in my bunk, I would definitely have an early night. My body ached for hers. I was willing to do anything to have some time alone with her. I could then say everything I couldn’t in the cells.

  “Step away, soldier.”

  “Can I speak with you, Officer Ramirez?”

  Indecision flecked across her gorgeous face before she nodded. She led the way outside while I purposefully ignored the glares of everyone else. I did, however, manage to get a satisfying look at Jackson’s new bruises.

  We stopped in the hallway outside, empty at this late hour. If men weren’t in the mess hall, they were in their dorms and turning in for the night. It was only a few minutes past nine but some missions started in the early hours of the morning to take advantage of the cooler temperatures.

  Jenny looked around to make certain we were alone before she spoke. “You can’t be doing those kinds of things, Shaun. You should be staying out of trouble after today.”

  “I wasn’t charged, it doesn’t matter now. They need to stop treating me like a spy. Otherwise we can’t work together out in the field.”

  “Please stay low.” Her eyes were pleading and I was certain there was more she wasn’t saying. I couldn’t handle her being tortured like this. I’d barely known the woman for more than a week but it was like I’d known her for a lot longer.

  Like a lifetime.

  “I need to talk to you somewhere else,” I said, paranoid we were being watched or listened to. “Meet with me.”

  Her gaze flickered everywhere before returning to me. “I can’t. I’m an investigating officer, I shouldn’t even be talking with you now.”

  “I need to see you. Jenny, please.”

  She chewed on her bottom lip. “I shouldn’t.” She was weakening, I wasn’t going to stop until I got what I wanted. Surely it wasn’t unreasonable now they had dropped the case against me.

  “We need to talk,” I urged. “I’m sure you’ve got things to say too.”

  “Fine. But not tonight. I’ll call you to my office tomorrow. We can talk then.”

  It was all I needed to hear.

  Chapter 13:

  Private Simon

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  I waited all morning for the call to Jenny’s office but it didn’t come until that afternoon. We’d just arrived back from our morning mission when the message was relayed to me.

  “She’s in Atoll’s office,” the messenger said, turning and leaving before I could ask any more questions.

  Having a meeting with Jenny and Atoll wasn’t the kind of meeting I was hoping for. We wouldn’t be able to talk openly if he was there to listen to everything.

  But I had my order and a good soldier followed instructions. So I went straight there without bothering to change from my muddy camouflages.

  Atoll’s assistant told me to go straight through. I opened the door, bracing myself for whatever happened on the other side. They�
�d only released me from lockup yesterday, surely they couldn’t have changed their mind so quickly?

  When I stepped inside the office, it was only Jenny that sat behind the desk. “Good afternoon, Private Simon.” She made my cock twitch when she called me by my military name.

  “Same to you, Officer Ramirez.”

  “Please close the door and take a seat.”

  “I prefer to stand.”

  “Okay.” She stood too, not to be intimidated by my stance. “Major Atoll and his officers are using the meeting room for a strategy discussion. He has kindly allowed me to use his office.”

  So it was just Jenny and me alone in the room. She had stayed true to her word. I should never have doubted her.

  “Can we speak freely?” I checked, just to make sure. In this place, you could never be too careful. There were eyes and ears everywhere. Sometimes where you never expected them to be.

  “I believe so, yes,” she replied. Her cheeks started to turn a rose color the longer she looked at me. If her thoughts were as dirty as mine, she should have been blushing crimson.

  “I’m glad my name was cleared yesterday. You found the rope and knife in the supply closet, right?”

  She looked down before she met my eyes again. “Let’s not talk about that right now. This is probably the last few moments we’re going to have alone. You said you had things to say.”

  My head was nodding as I started to talk. “You know I’m not a terrorist and had nothing to do with working with the enemy. I need to know you believe that or there is nothing to talk about.”

  “I believe you.” She sighed. “But others are still unconvinced.”

  “But my name has been cleared.”

  She took a step closer. “I believe you, that’s all that matters right now. Can we please change the subject? There’s other things I’d rather be doing right now. Especially with our mouths.”

  My dick throbbed with the huskiness of her voice. Talking about absolutely anything now seemed unattractive. I didn’t want to do anything except take all her clothes off and fuck her hard.

  “We can talk about anything you want, dumpling.” I watched the smile as it spread over her lips. She was completely different when we were alone. There was no trace of Officer Ramirez and the duty she had to perform. We were only Jenny and Shaun, the strangers who had fucked in an airport restroom.

  “I want to talk about your clothes and how to get them off.”

  I quickly reached out and tugged her closer against me. I grabbed onto her legs, just below her ass, and picked her up. She quietly laughed with surprise. I swung her around a few times, wanting to hear those giggles continue.

  When I put her down, the look on her face was nothing short of outrageously happy. The fact we were doing this in Atoll’s office made it even more delicious. He thought I was guilty and now I was having the last laugh.

  I started on Jenny’s buttons. Her uniform was so pristine and perfect, not a wrinkle on them. As good as they looked on her, they would be even better on the floor.

  My steady hands took care of every button until there were no more left. I pushed the starched fabric down her shoulders, catching sight of the black bra she wore underneath.

  It wasn’t standard issue.

  No one in the U.S. Military wore a black lace bra.

  “You’re a very bad officer,” I said, shaking my head with disapproval. “Not wearing your standard uniform, that is an issue worthy of a reprimand.”

  “I’m so sorry, Private. What is my punishment?”

  “Take all your clothes off. If you can’t wear them properly, then you’re not permitted to wear anything. Do it now.”

  She took a step back so I could really enjoy the show. She undid the zipper of her skirt and slid the material down her body with a wiggle of her hips. Next, she reached back and undid the bra. Her boobs jiggled with every one of her movements.

  “Don’t forget your panties.”

  She pretended to pout before she reached down and slid her black panties down her beautiful legs. Her boobs had me mesmerized. If she swung them side to side I would have been hypnotized in seconds.

  “Is that everything, Private?”

  “Turn around.” I motioned my finger in a circle until she moved. “You also need a spanking so you will remember to obey your commands in the future.”

  “Yes, Private.”

  I rubbed at the skin on her tight ass, enjoying every moment that I made her wait. She was a sexy girl and liked her punishment. There was no way to keep evidence of her pleasure hidden from me. I knew if I touched her cunt it would already be wet. There was a wild fire inside Officer Jenny Ramirez and I wanted to unleash it.

  My hand tapped her bottom and she squirmed. It wasn’t from the pain because I’d barely touched her. It was from pure delight. She’d probably never had a man treat her the way I did and reveled in the difference.

  “You’re a bad little slut, aren’t you, Jenny?”

  “Yes, Private.”

  “Remember that when I’m fucking you. Turn around.”

  She followed the command and turned back to me. It was taking all my self-control not to pull her against me again so I could feel all the curves of her body. I didn’t want to rush things, I couldn’t let myself jump ahead.

  “Should I take my clothes off now?” I asked. I loved watching the way her face changed from placid to fiery in the space of a few seconds. There was a tiger hidden behind her gorgeous façade.

  “Yes, I think you should,” she said, covering her mouth with her hand so I couldn’t see her smile. Little did she realize that was one of her best features.

  My cock was already hard and pulsing, I wouldn’t be able to wait too much longer before I took her. We probably didn’t have that much time either. I needed to take my uniform off, I was way too overdressed for the occasion.

  If I knew I was going to be getting naked with Jenny, I would have showered before the meeting. Peeling off my muddy and sweaty uniform was a relief. I did away with my shirt quickly before doing the same to my pants. My dog tags swung around my neck, resting in the middle of my chest.

  My underwear was the last to go and Jenny watched me intently I pulled them down my legs. It was cooler in Atoll’s office and so much better than being out in the middle of the desert with bombs exploding and guns constantly firing.

  We stepped closer to one another like two magnets coming into each other’s force field. My hands slipped around to her back, rubbing the soft skin until she was about to melt for me.

  Her hands were somewhere more intimate. She gripped my cock with both of them, her little fingers tightening around my manhood. Pumping her hands up and down my shaft with just enough grip she had me weakening at the knees.

  “Dumpling, you keep doing that and this is going to be all over before you’re satisfied.”

  She laughed but I was serious. I gripped both her hands and took them away from my cock. I missed her touch instantly but I was a gentleman, she deserved to get some fun of her own before giving me mine.

  I picked her up and placed her on the edge of Atoll’s desk, making sure her legs were open for me. I stood between them just to make sure they stayed that way.

  Her lips were tasty as I pressed mine onto them. I lapped at her mouth, tugging her bottom lip with my teeth until she moaned. Her neck was just as delicious as I followed the curve with my lips and tongue. I wanted to taste every inch of her but it would have to wait for a time when we could be as slow as we wanted to be.

  I cupped her cunt with one hand and held her close against me with the other. My fingers tickled through her folds, finding her just as soaking wet as I expected to. She responded so well to my body that it was like a match made in heaven. Just being in one another’s radius was enough to get us as horny as hell.

  There was something about Jenny, I’d felt it the moment I saw her in the airport lounge. She sparkled with an effervescence that I’d never seen before. Even in these priva
te moments between us, it was there and shining for me to bask in.

  I hoped some of that sparkle would rub off on me one day. Maybe then everyone wouldn’t think I was capable of being a traitor like they all did now.

  Her head lolled against my shoulder as I stroked her clit. I alternated the pressure, going from soft to hard and watching the reaction on her face. She looked completely content in her pleasure but I was only just getting started.

  “You like that, baby?”

  She moaned an answer that I took to be approval. Her neck was open to me and just begging to be kissed. I trailed a line down the curve, making sure to tickle in all the right places. She was quickly swept up in all the sensations.