“What's that?” I ask, and Aaron smiles, looking down at me.
“If we get caught, I take the slam. Anything short of a general letter of reprimand gets shredded when I leave this place. But you know I can't lie about it, either. If someone asks me directly, I’ve gotta say we're seeing each other.”
“I don't want you to lie,” I reassure him. “Never risk your future or your position in the Army for me. You know, until I met you, I thought Cadets were a bunch of conceited assholes?”
“We mostly are.” Aaron laughs. “By the way, where do you work anyway?”
“Post S-1 shop, schools desk,” I tell him. “So I'm AG Corps. There’s no way you’ll ever be my direct officer. West Point doesn't send too many officers to the AG. But I guess that doesn’t matter to them.”
“Yeah,” Aaron says, then shakes his head, and I can tell he's not angry at me but at the system. “It doesn’t. But we got to know each other without the Army being a major part of our relationship. If you don't mind, I'd like to keep it that way. More hockey, less Army.”
“I can do that,” I reply, smiling. “So . . . does that mean you're still my boyfriend?”
He grins. “I'm one lucky guy. Even if this does have to be in secret.”
I know he can't see it in the dim twilight, but I blush and pull him in for another kiss. “I’ll take it,” I whisper in between kisses. “Now, while I would love to see if we can do it right here in the woods, I know you've got to get back to the barracks. So . . . ride tomorrow?”
“For sure,” Aaron replies, then he glances at his watch. “We’ve still got about forty-five minutes,” he says with a wink. “I think that could be enough time to do a little something.”
I laugh and tug on the front of his PT jacket. “Let’s take it a little slower this time though.”
Chapter 7
Aaron
“Hey, sexy,” a familiar soft voice purrs behind me. “Looking for some action?”
I turn from the tree that I'm leaning against to see Lindsey walking up to our secret spot here by Round Pond, her fantastic ass swaying with each step. She's let her hair out, and it hangs long and free, just like I like, glimmering in the early spring sunset.
I’m a lucky man, I think to myself, lucky and cursed, but I can't help it. My mouth waters just looking at her.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe, pulling her into me. I’m immediately enveloped in her natural clean, heady fragrance that makes my cock stiffen in my pants. “I've been thinking of you all day.”
Lindsey grins up at me. “You’re just saying that.”
“Oh yeah?” I pull her in for a hard, lingering kiss. Since coming clean with each other, I can't get enough of her, and as I swirl my tongue around in her mouth, I press into her, letting her feel my throbbing cock in my pants. She gasps when I pull away, panting for breath. “Does that feel like I’m bullshitting you?”
Her hand pressed to her breasts, she gulps, shaking her head.
“Good. ’Cause there’s more where that came from,” I say lustfully. I know I shouldn’t. It's too early in the evening and there's too much of a chance of us being discovered, but I move in closer.
Lindsey places a hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks. She casts a furtive glance back at Central Area, just a little over a half-mile away and visible down the hill. “You know we shouldn’t,” she murmurs, her voice heavy. “We're pushing our luck as it is. You're still in uniform.”
She’s right. We shouldn’t be doing this. But it’s gotten addicting, the getting together on post. I can tell she wants this as much as I do. I don’t know if I can resist and wait until the next time I get to take leave, or even until this weekend, when I can sign out a bike and the two of us can ride away on a 'training ride' for an hour. I don't know if I can resist her, even if it gets me in trouble.
We know that what we’re doing is against all the rules. If we get caught, there will be hell to pay. But fuck, I can’t turn back now. I wouldn’t forgive myself for what would happen to Lindsey if we were caught, but I’m too invested now.
“Fuck the uniform. I can’t stop,” I growl, my body throbbing with need. “Besides, you can’t leave me hanging like this.”
She gives me a mischievous smile that makes my cock throb in my shorts. Damn, she’s being a real tease tonight. She must have really gotten worked up when we played phone date last night. “Who said I’m going to leave you hanging?” She nods toward the trees. “I just want to make you work for it. You know, triathlete and all.”
This is a challenge. A challenge I can’t refuse. A challenge I’m looking forward to.
“You know I like challenges,” I say eagerly.
She begins to move away. “Thirty second head start.”