Gunslingers

I squatted 200 pounds today. My legs hurt, but my CO was making me run four miles with him. He said I needed to run with my backpack if I ever wanted to pass the Force Recon test.

"What's with the hickey, Martinez?" Jeff, my CO, asked.

I slapped my hand to my neck. "Fuck, I forgot about that. Nothing, LT."

"Sorry. You just never have hickies." He rubbed a hand down his face. "And I'm not getting any, so maybe I'm just jealous and horny."

I covered a chuckle with a cough. "Jesus, Jeff. Wait, I thought Sharon was your fuck buddy?"

He laced his shoes and sent me a look. "She got feelings."

"What?" I stopped stretching my quad and looked at him. "You're an ass."

"Shut up and run, Martinez."
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Jeff and I stopped back at the gym, breathing hard. For Marines, we were kind of out of shape. Well, we were if I ever wanted to be in Force Recon. I was never going to be Special Forces at this rate.

"Thanks for running with my, Lieutenant."

Jeff nodded and walked to his room. "Don't work out too much."

I nodded and went to grab a set of ten pound weights to do lunges with. I could do lunges with. I could do this; I needed to do this. My sole goal in life was to be the first female Special Forces operator.

Dropping into a lunge, I started to move across the gym floor. I turned when I reached one side and started to go back. My quads burned even more than they had before.

"I'd know that ass anywhere," a deep baritone said, "Why are you always in here, Marine?"

One of my weights dropped to the floor. It clattered and rolled under on of the benches. I set the other weight down and turned to face the deep voice.

"Jesus, Sanders. You scared me."

Sanders flashed those dimples at me and moved to the bench the weight had rolled under. He handed it to me and smiled again. His tongue poked out and licked his bottom lip. I dropped my weights again.

"Rae, why do you keep dropping your weights?" He picked them up again and placed them on the rack. His ass tightened as he stood back up. Damn this man had me wrapped around his finger.

"Um, those dimples get to me." I turned to get my bag. I really shouldn't be in his presence right now.

"Where's that cute ass going?" He gently grabbed my hip while I was still bent over. Matt smacked my ass lightly.

"H-home." Why did I stutter that? No man ever had that type of power over me before. "W-what are you doing?"

Matt chuckled. "Well, I was going to lift until I saw you doing lunges. Now I kind of wanted to play with your ass again." I was still bent over.

I slowly stood up and my ass pressed against his crotch. I cleared my throat and moved away from him. God, as good as he'd been, I needed to focus on passing the physical part of the Force Recon test.

"Oh, Matt." I sighed and faced him. "I don't think..."

He smiled gently. "Fuck buddies, remember?" He looked at the floor and rubbed his neck. "Unless you don't want to."

"I'm just focusing on my career." I smiled at him. "But trust me, Matt, I want you."

He grinned and there went those dimples again. Okay, maybe constant, casual sex would make me less nervous. He was so cute and so good at sex.

"So, why don't we still have casual sex?" Matt asked and tugged on my hips.

I laughed. "Okay, but my career comes first." He nodded and bent to kiss me. The man could work magic with his tongue.

"So does mine, Marine. My room?"

I nodded and wrapped my legs around his waist, my backpack dangling from my hands.

Notes

I'm back. I saw Edgar Winter Group, Alice Cooper and Deep Purple last night and they were CRAZY GOOD! It was a good night, and I might update again today for y'all. We shall see.

So what's gonna happen next? What are y'all thinking? Can they stay just fuck buddies?

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-- Heretic Blood