“Sorry you had to hear that,” she said.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with it. Let me check your ankle.”
He removed the ice and pillows and gently laid her legs across his lap. “The swelling has gone down some. How does it feel?”
“Better, but it could be because it’s numb.”
He caressed her ankle. “How about a rub? It’ll relax you.” He started rubbing her good foot. Her eyes rolled back. His touch made the stress Charles caused to dwindle. The more Jonathan rubbed, her body relaxed and the conversation with her soon to be ex-husband became a memory.
Chapter Eight
Jonathan continued rubbing Woodson’s foot and watched the stress lines in her forehead fade away. If he had his way, he would’ve answered the phone and told the jerk on the other line where to go.
Her body went limp as he caressed her feet. Before long, she drifted off to sleep, her hair framing her face and shoulders. Being in a bun all day did her hair no justice. He watched her a while longer before deciding to head back to his room. Jonathan placed the pillows back underneath her foot and replaced the ice. He walked over to the closet and grabbed the throw blanket.
Jonathan covered her with the blanket and kissed her forehead. Her eyes opened, and a smile spread across her face. Her lips called out to him. Leaning in, he kissed them a peck at first, but she offered no resistance. He went back for another, and she welcomed him. Her tongue brushed across his bottom lip. In return, he sucked on hers. His heart rate quickened as their kiss depended.
A soft moan escaped her lips, and she wrapped her hand around the back of his head. Her touch sent electricity through his body and made his member stiffen. He pulled back.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t…” he trailed off.
“Didn’t mean to kiss me? It sure felt that way.” She looked at him. The yearning he’d been feeling is what he saw in her eyes.
“I better get back to my room.” Jonathan turned and walked out before he lost his nerve. The pull she had on him caught him off guard. Their kiss was energetic. Her grabbing his head drove him wild. She couldn’t have known what she was doing to him. He flicked on the T.V. and dove across the bed. His body relaxed, and he was soon fast asleep.
A soft tapping at the door woke him, so faint he thought he imagined it. Jonathan got out the bed and walked to the door. He looked through the peep hole. Woodson was on the other side.
“What are you doing?” he said after opening the door.
“I need you.” She pulled him close, pressing her body next to his.
Picking her up, he kissed her and carried her to his bed. He laid her down and pulled off her top. The dog tags she wore dangled between her braless breasts. She raised her hips, and he removed her shorts and underwear. Realizing she was shaved made his mouth to water. He spread her legs and moved in. His tongue flicked at her vaginal lips before sucking on her pearl.
“Mm,” she moaned while grabbing his hair.
Jonathan sucked her sweetness and inserted a finger. The tightness of it caused him to release a little pre-cum in his shorts. He pumped his finger in and out and sucked her until she came. He took in all her juices.
She pulled him up and reached in her shorts pocket, pulling out a condom. Woodson handed it to him. Jonathan tore the paper off and rolled it on. She leaned back on the bed and said, “Come here.”
Jonathan eased his stiff member inside her, taking slow strokes until her body loosed and allowed him full entry. He planned on catering to all her needs, pleasing her in every way imaginable.
Her hands grabbed his ass and pushed him into her. He kissed her and thrust in deep.
“Yes,” she cried.
He worked his hips, making her feel every inch of him. She arched her body and matched him stroke for stroke. Jonathan rolled her on top of him. Woodson balanced her hands on his chest and began riding him.
“You feel so good,” he said.
She slid all the way down and rolled her hips. Her juices ran down the condom and landed on him. Her wetness turned him on more. He grabbed the back of her hair, pumping back against her thrusts.
“I’m about to cum, baby,” he said.
“Come for me.”
His body stiffened and released into the condom. She pushed her hips into him, ensuring he got out every last drop. Their bodies went limp together. They lay there, breathing deeply. He enjoyed listening to her heartbeat next to his.
Jonathan pulled off the condom and tied it in a knot. “Let me up, babe.”
Woodson rolled over. He got out the bed, took the condom to the bathroom, and flushed it. Jonathan returned to the bed and crawled in behind her. She scooted into him, her ass across his member. It hardened again. As bad as he wanted to be back inside her, he held back. He didn’t have any condoms and doubted if she had another. He held her, and she drifted off to sleep.
Jonathan held her tight as she slept. He was too energized to sleep and his manhood was rock hard.
An hour later, he tapped her on the shoulder. “We need to get up and get ready for formation.”
“If we must.”
He walked her to the door. They kissed again, and she left him. Jonathan was sad to see her go and couldn’t wait to see her again. He went to the restroom and rubbed one more out before washing up and putting his uniform back on.
Chapter Nine
Kimberly couldn’t believe what she’d done. She hadn’t been with another man outside of Charles in seven years. Carlson made her body feel alive. He attended to her needs and she found her release. It was something Charles had long since forgotten to do. She needed a stress reliever and got it. It was sex, and that was all.
Back on the base she’d attend formation as if nothing happened. She wouldn’t allow herself to feel guilt. Charles and she were over, and it was no telling how long or how many times he’d cheated on her.
After a quick shower, she dialed the front desk and had them call her a cab. By the time she made it downstairs to the lobby, it was the car out front. She thought about waiting on Carlson but didn’t want to risk being seen pulling up on base with him.
“What did you do?” Craig asked her as she and everyone spilled back into the formation area.
“I got some much needed rest.”
“You look like it. You’re glowing.” Craig smiled at her.
Glowing? She didn’t recall a time when anyone said she glowed after sex. “Good sleep will do that to you.”
“You’re admirer’s coming.”
Kimberly watched as Carlson headed toward them. He looked relaxed. He walk wasn’t stiff as if he were marching, which was his normal walk.
“Craig, Woodson, I assume you both enjoyed the break.” He smiled.
Kimberly’s heart melted. She wanted to kiss him.
Craig spoke up first. “I sure did. I went and ate some real food. There were a lot of other candidates there. We’re meeting up tomorrow for lunch. You should hang out too.”
His eyes were on Kimberly. “I’m not quite sure what I’ll be doing yet.”
They stopped talking as the Student Sergeant Major walked up. “Company…attention!”
In unison, the company snapped to attention.
“Report,” he said.
“First Platoon, all present and accounted for,” the Student First Platoon Sergeant said.
“Second Platoon, all present and accounted for,” the Student Second Platoon Sergeant, Kang, repeated.
“Third Platoon, thirty-eight present, one unaccounted for.”
Kimberly winced at the sound of one unaccounted. She saw their pass slipping away.
“Fourth Platoon, all present and accounted for.”
“All right, candidates, you know what this may mean for us,” Kang said. “Everyone but the student leaders, you’re dismissed.”
Kimberly waited as most of the candidates ran off before starting her slow walk around the building. She’d apply more ice once inside.
/>
“You better pray we maintain our pass,” Stevens said, walking beside her. “Too many days of this and they’ll send you to medical.”
“She’s right,” Craig said. “Us walking with you doesn’t look as bad, but we can’t do it during regular training hours. Too many cadre watching.”
Kimberly remained silent but knew they were right. She hoped they’d at least have base liberty. Most candidates would be gone and she could rest in her room.
Back on their floor, she filled her bag with ice and propped her foot up on the bed. Her bunk wasn’t anywhere as comfortable as the hotel bed, but she was thankful to be on the bottom.
Stevens put on her headset and got in the bed next to Kimberly’s, and Craig was up on the top bunk.
“So what do you think about your admirer?” Craig leaned her head down so Kimberly could see her face.
Kimberly playfully shoed her away. “I think he’s a nice guy.”
“Oh, so you must not be into white guys. I’m not either, but he’s hot.”
“How are you not into white guys when you’re white?” Kimberly arched her eyebrow.
“What? I’ve never been attracted to one. They don’t seem to be attracted to me either. In high school, only black guys asked me out.”
“Get back up on your bed before all the blood rushes to your head. You’ll get light headed and fall off you’ll be back at HHC.”
Craig pulled herself back in her bed. “You still didn’t answer my question.”
“I don’t have a problem with dating a white guy.” It wasn’t something she thought about. She dated who she thought was nice and asked her out. The issue was she never spent time with a white man before now.
“Good, so if I get him to come out to eat with the group tomorrow, you’re coming, right?”
Kimberly looked up at the top bunk and rolled her eyes at the top bunk. She knew Craig couldn’t see her. If her foot wasn’t hurting, she’d give her a swift kick. No way did she want to be around a group of people off post with Carlson. It’s hard enough standing next to him in formation earlier without being able to reach out and touch him. She was fooling herself when she thought it would be a onetime thing. The smile he gave her confirmed it.
“I’m waiting,” Craig said.
“I’ll think about it.”
“As long as you’re thinking ends with a yes.”
“I’m going to bed.” She faked a yawn.
“Good night, Woodson.” Craig flung a pillow at Stevens. When she looked up, Craig said, “We’re going to bed. Can you please turn off the light?”
Kimberly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Occasional laughter and candidates snoring down the hall made for a fitful sleep. She hated the stupid rule of them having to leave the door open unless they were changing. Nighttime should be an exception as well.
Morning came sooner than she preferred. The bag of ice had melted, and her foot was stiff, but at least it didn’t hurt as bad. Kimberly eased out the bed. She and her roommates got dressed and made their way downstairs for formation.
When the Student Commander addressed them instead of the Student Sergeant Major, she braced herself for bad news. Hopes of relaxing in the hotel bed flew out the window. She’d booked the room for the entire weekend and would have to call them after formation to check out.
“Yesterday, it was mentioned that one student was missing. This was true, but it was my failure as a leader to disseminate the message. Candidate White is on his way back. He was at home for the birth of his son. Please congratulate him upon his return and enjoy your pass.”
Upon dismissal, Kimberly stood there. She must have misunderstood. They let a candidate go home?
“I guess they do have hearts,” Carlson said.
Kimberly watched as the other candidates sprinted towards the building.
“How do you plan on spending your pass?” she asked.
“I think I want to go relax.” He gave her a sly grin.
“I was thinking the same thing.” She smiled and started walking off.
“Hold up, Woodson,” Kang said, stopping her. “You’re the new Fourth Squad Leader. Here’s a list of phone numbers for everyone in our platoon. From now on, if we have any changes, we’ll text them. I hate having all these formations for no reason.” He handed her the list and walked off.
“Thanks. I think.”
Everyone had to fill a leadership role at some point within the class. She was glad to get it out the way now and hoped she didn’t get picked for something like Student Sergeant Major or Commander later on.
She made her way back to her room. Stevens was already gone, but Craig was still there.
“Are you going to meet up with us or not?”
“I’m not sure. Where’re you going to eat?” Kimberly said while grabbing her belongings.
“A Japanese steakhouse. I’ll text you the address when I get it.”
“Okay.”
Kimberly called herself a cab as she headed out the door. She smiled when she saw Carlson getting into one too. The thought of being in his arms again were with her as she rode.
Chapter Ten
Jonathan could hardly contain himself when he saw Woodson stepping out of the cab in front of his. His plan was to beat her to the hotel but made a detour to the drug store to pick up some protection. He paid the driver and rushed out of the car to catch up with Woodson.
“Drill Sergeant Carlson!” a blonde woman called when he made it in the lobby.
He stopped in his tracks.
“Drill Sergeant, it’s Misty Jones.”
He gave her a blank stare.
“Private Jones, Drill Sergeant.” She flipped her hair away from her face and pushed his arm.
“Private Jones, what are you doing here?” His memory returned. She was in his second to last platoon as a drill sergeant. Females like her were the reason he’d taken his Sergeant Major’s advice and left Fort Sam Houston. He was used to females making passes at him, but she went too far.
While working staff duty, he’d come back to his office from making his rounds.
“What the heck are you doing?” Jones was half-dressed sitting on his desk.
“I have something for you.”
He turned his head away. “You don’t have anything I want. Put your clothes on and get out.”
She came towards him and he backed away. “It’s what I want.”
“Get out before I throw you out.” He remained calm but was direct.
A look of embarrassment crossed her face. She buttoned up her clothes and ran out.
He avoided her the rest of her time there. He was on pins and needles until she graduated.
“I’m in Airborne School. It’s across the road from OCS.”
“Yes, I know where the school is. I’m Airborne myself. Many years ago.” Speaking to her made him nervous.
“My offer still stands, you know. I’m no longer a trainee. I’d gladly join you in your room.” She reached out to hold his hand.
He snatched away. “Private Jones. You’re a beautiful young lady, but I have no interest in you. I’m sure there are other young men, your age, who’d be more than happy to entertain you.”
Jonathan left her standing in the lobby and got on the elevator. The numbers counting up to his floor seemed to move in slow motion. When he heard the ding, he stepped out before the doors opened all the way.
Stopping in front of Woodson’s door, he had to calm himself. He’d run down the hall to her room. His breathing slowed as he tapped on the door.
A smile awaited him on the other side. “Hey, you.”
“Hey.” He stepped inside, and she closed the door behind him.
“I was about to take a bath. You want to join me?” She walked toward the bathroom, undressing as she went. Inside in the bathroom, she tossed out her final garment for him to see.
She didn’t have to ask twice. He followed suit, leaving a trail of clothing behind him, and joined her in the tub. The wa
ter was just how he liked it—hot but not enough to sting his skin. He slid in behind her and pulled her close.
“What are you doing to me, woman?”
“Relaxing you.” She rubbed her hands up and down his thighs.
Jonathan closed his eyes, enjoying her body, the orange-tangerine scent of the bubbles, and the hot water. It had been a long time since he’d sat in a tub. If Woodson was part of the deal, he’d do it often.
“Craig wants me to go eat with the group,” she said.
“She asked me too.”
“We do have to eat, but I’m thinking room service will do.” She raised her hand out the water and grabbed the back of his head.
He kissed her neck and ran his fingers through her hair. “I have a question.”
“Ask away.”
“You don’t mind getting your hair wet? Some of the other…um…black females were upset after water survival about it.” The question sounded innocent in his head, but Jonathan said it out loud he felt embarrassed.
She laughed. “Our hair typically doesn’t act right when wet. It won’t simply smooth back into a ponytail. There’s a natural curl to our hair. It grows up and outward not down. Relaxers to straighten it help, but once wet, it doesn’t matter if you have a relaxer or not. Mine is in micro braids. The braids keep it together, so no, I really don’t care about getting my hair wet.”
“Oh, I wasn’t quit expecting all of that.”
“I’m used to questions about my hair.It’s no big deal.” She turned her head and took his lips in hers.
His manhood rose. He adjusted so it wouldn’t poke her in the back. She readjusted, rolling her butt against its stiffness. Their kiss deepened. Woodson maneuvered her hand back and stroked his shaft. Her touch excited him. His hands found their way to her mound, and he started rubbing her clit.
“I need to feel you,” she said. She lifted her body and came down on his manhood.
He thought about the condoms, but being inside her he no longer cared.
The tightness of her walls gripped him. She pumped slowly until her body loosened up, allowing him all the way inside. Jonathan toyed with her titties as he worked her from behind. When he went fast, the water splashed out the tub. He took his time.
Soldiers in Heat: Training Session Page 4
