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  ICE

  Copyright © 2016 Hilary Storm and Kathy Coopmans

  First Edition

  All rights reserved. Except as permitted under U.S Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of both publishers.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Models: Dylan Horsch and Tessi Conquest

  Cover Photography: Furiousfotog

  Paperback Cover: Designs by Dana

  Editing: Julia Goda

  Printed in the United States of America

  ICE

  By

  Hilary Storm

  &

  Kathy Coopmans

  Contents

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  FIRE - Prologue

  Acknowledgements by Kathy

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  Acknowledgements by Hilary

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  PROLOGUE

  Loyalty, Duty, Honor, Respect, Courage, and Integrity... Those are six of the seven cores embedded into a soldier’s brain when you enlist in The United States Army.

  I remember like it was yesterday, placing my hand on the bible, while holding my other hand high along with my head, turning my life over to protect my country. Only, it wasn’t yesterday, it was eight long, tortuous, agonizing years ago.

  My reasons for thinking agonizing have nothing to do with the Army. I live it. I breathe it. My life is consumed by it because it’s all I’ve ever wanted.

  It’s agonizing because here I stand in complete darkness as one of the first women to graduate from The Army’s Special Ranger’s School. Agony may be a harsh word to use. However, no one was more relieved than I was when the law was lifted a few years ago and women were notoriously approved to serve our country in day-to-day ground combat roles. Our nation has come a long way in allowing equal rights to women. It's about fucking time.

  For two months I trained, barely slept, and pushed my now well-defined body to the brink of exhaustion. My dream is now a reality and my right to be here is embedded into my soul.

  My mental stability was pushed to the limits, physical strength tested to the point of pain so excruciating that I was ready to give up, surrender, and dare to show them weakness, but I never did. I would've died first.

  With the help of a fellow Captain, I pushed harder, became stronger, and passed. Yet here I stand, ready and willing to throw my dream away, all for a simple quick fuck. It’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever thought about doing in my life and god help me, I can’t control it, nor do I want to.

  I’ve been in the desert a little over a month now, lucky enough to have been given the same orders as that same fellow Captain who encouraged me all those months ago to press forward and prove to myself and everyone else that I could live my dream and become who I wanted to be.

  Captain Beau Harris and I have been flirting, eye-fucking each other since we first re-connected in this shit-hole country. Both of us pissing the time away while we wait for our Commander to arrive so he can deal out our orders. I crave the day we get to go behind enemy lines and destroy a substantial military target. It’s a mission that should have been started weeks ago. The higher ups have been tight-lipped and they've been pissing me the fuck off.

  Hence, the reason I need sex. I’m not a slut; in fact, I’m far from it. But hell, after training and now waiting for someone who should’ve already been here, I’m sexually frustrated. My pussy needs attention. It needs to be pounded, fucked, and filled with a great cock before I lose my mind.

  So that brings me to core number seven... Selfless Service. That's the one I've mastered. Everything I do is for my country or for my subordinates. I don't do anything for me, it's just not allowed. Well, tonight I'm feeling selfish.

  I’m Captain Jade Elliott of The United States Army and I’m about to break every single one of the seven cores I pledged.

  CHAPTER ONE

  JADE

  “Fuck. You smell good.” Harris sneaks up behind me, places his hand on the small of my back as he pushes me inside my tent. I’m the only woman out here. The men all share a tent, while I choose to have my own. It may be small, but it’s mine. At this very moment, I’m thankful I chose to sleep on my own. I’m selfish, always have been. My upbringing made me this way.

  I’m an only daughter who rebelled against her parents. They wanted a girly girl, but instead they wound up with me. Don’t get me wrong, I can be as girly as they come. I love the feel of silk across my soft skin, and the smell of lavender in my bath, or my nails and toes pampered.

  However, when you grow up with four older brothers who played Army and you wanted someone to play with, then you played it too.

  I could carry on for hours about how I became a soldier. There’s no time for it now. Right now, my pussy is throbbing, the need to be touched by a man and not my fingers has me spinning around and cupping Harris’s already hard cock.

  "Don't fucking talk, and I swear if you tell anyone, I'll cut your dick off." He grabs my throat when I threaten his manhood. He knows I want this. I need this. Hell, it's to the point now that we're both distracted. I'm hoping this is like a bad itch that'll go away after we scratch it and oh fuck, do I ever plan to scratch it. He wants this as much as I do. I’m tired of playing games and hell, there isn’t time for foreplay, I’m wet and ready.

  "Don't give me orders." His grip on my neck releases when our lips connect. Our hands both clawing at clothing with desperation and urgency. God, I want his dick inside me more than I care to breathe right now. How did I turn into this desperate pile of disgrace? I'm like a crack whore waiting for her next hit. I just need this. Right. Fucking. Now.

  "On your knees," he tries to order me to position.

  "I'm not here to suck dick. I want the real deal."

  "Oh. You're gonna get the real fucking deal. You should be worried about how you're gonna stay quiet when I pound that sweet pussy all night long."

  "We don't have all night. I want you out of here before long."

  "Look at you. Already trying to get rid of me. Don't you think you should wait until you've had a taste?" He bites my lip as he finishes talking. I watch him. The lights shining through the walls of the tent light us both up enough that I can see his perfect chest. I run my hands over his biceps and slowly down his arms. I've masturbated to the thoughts of this man many times. Having him in my hands is not a let-down by any means. He's perfect. Why does he have to look and feel so fucking perfect? I know him. The real him. He's a pain in my ass every fucking day. I could never do anything more than this right here with him.

  We fight too much for that. He fights for leadership, while I fight for approval. I don’t need approval from Harris, he’s always treated me as his equal. There are some who don’t seem to think a woman should be out here, dealing with day-to-day combat. Why I give a fuck, is beyond me.
r />   He wraps his arms around me and fills his hands with my ass, lifting me until my legs are wrapped around his waist.

  "Don't even think about sticking that in me without a condom."

  "You're really sexy when you talk dirty." He's such a smartass. Why am I doing this again? Because I need dick in my life, that's why. I have built up aggression that I need to work out and he's the perfect candidate for me to take it out on. He won't expect more than this right here.

  I slide down his body while he rolls the condom into place, practically salivating at the sight of him. Damn it. All those months of him bragging, and he wasn't really exaggerating. I guess I should be thankful.

  "Get back up here. It's hammer time, Sweetheart."

  "You really should stop talking." I don't even care that he's annoying me. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and let him begin to slide me onto him.

  "Oh shitttttt." He feels so good. In fact, he's the type I’ll have to adjust for. He's gripping my hips and barely sliding the tip of him into me, just as I hear footsteps outside the tent.

  "Captain Elliott. Report for duty." Who the hell is that? Who wants to die? Harris stills. His eyes widen.

  “Who the hell is that?” he whispers.

  "I'm busy right now." My words are a mumble as I pull my hips away from his and roll them forward, trying to get him inside of me. This is pathetic. Damn it.

  The sound of the canvas opening shocks me. My heart practically shatters when a bearded man enters. His eyes widen slightly and I swear I see him smirk.

  "I can see that, but you will report for duty immediately." His glare is snarky and he’s demanding and arrogant as hell.

  Without moving, I close my eyes and curse this man. Curse myself for falling victim to the weak bitch syndrome. I haven't worked my ass off for eight years to be taken down by two dicks in one night.

  "I'll be right there." My eyes never leaving his face.

  "Captain." He nods at Harris. "I'll see you in the morning." I watch the bearded man, who I can only assume is my new Commander, step outside the tent. I don't hear the sound of footsteps of him leaving, so I'm sure he's standing there making sure I don't take too long. Shit.

  I slide down Harris with a new urgency. My pussy is begging to stay and finish what we started, but my heart and mind can't. I may have just fucked up everything I've worked so hard to do.

  My clothes are wrinkled at our feet, so I rush for tomorrow's set, discarding my old ones as I move. Putting everything in place in record time, including my hair, I look at Harris one last time before I exit. My gut tingles thinking of the possibilities of how good he would've been.

  He pulls my arm, drawing me close when I try to pass him. "Let me know what happens." His words are a whisper in my ear as he holds me close. Nodding, I leave him standing there half-dressed while I go meet my fate.

  I step out into the warm night air to find him facing me. His glare causes instant guilt, and I know I'm in deep shit. I stand at attention and wait for him. Everything I’ve worked my entire life for is going to disappear. And for what? Absolutely nothing.

  "Captain Elliott. Follow me." He turns abruptly and walks fast toward the only solid structure in sight. I follow him with a quick step until he closes the door to a back room in the headquarters building.

  I stand in position, waiting for my verbal lashing, while he moves around the small room. His makeshift desk is scattered with papers and files like he's been studying for hours. I focus on my posture and try to keep the fear from showing on my face. My career is completely fucked, and I didn't even get to enjoy it as it went up in flames.

  "On your fucking knees." His order surprises me. I've been disrespected as a woman many times along the way, but never like this, and especially not by a superior. I've always managed to prove myself to my unit, and the guys usually had my back in any situation that came up, even the ones who I know don’t want me here.

  "Excuse me, Sir." I’m desperately trying to shelter the rage boiling inside of me with my tone.

  "I said. Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees." My eyes meet his as I struggle with his command. Deep, dark blue, penetrating eyes dominantly sever into mine. What in the fuck?

  "If you want to keep your position on this mission, you'll make me forget what I just saw you doing. There's really only one way I can think that you can do that." I'll never drop to my knees for this man. He can die trying to make me.

  He's watching me as I process his words. That fucking smirk on his face makes an appearance again, and my hatred begins to grow.

  "In fact, if you're good enough, I'll even let you pay the debt for your little fuck buddy, Captain Harris." Shit. I stand there with what I hope appears to be confidence, when in all reality, I'm dying inside. I can't degrade myself enough to beg on my knees for my position. I'm better than that. I know I'm done forever, but to defy Harris by not giving him the loyalty I know one hundred percent he'd have for me, isn't an option.

  There's a very large grey area when it comes to sexual relations while on active duty. First, I could argue that we're truly not active at the moment. It's definitely something that's frowned upon with Officers; we set the mood for the entire squad, and the last thing we all want is everyone trying to fuck everyone else. Harris and I are both Captains, so it's not completely against the rules, but it’s reason for reprimand, that's for certain.

  "Unless you'd rather I report what's still going through my head. I mean, the images are burnt into my brain while I try to decide how to handle this raging hard-on you've caused." I don't move. I'm frozen in the position I've stood so many times, listening to the words that will change my life forever. I know this. I can feel that much.

  He has a hard-on? For me? Jesus. What the hell is going down here?

  He stops directly in front of me, his shirt bulging from the obvious muscles that are hidden beneath the fabric. That beard catches my attention again. It's one of the longest ones I've seen allowed in the Army, but then again, Special Forces has its own set of rules. He's older than I am, I'd guess by at least five years, maybe six. His eyes are demanding. I still can't look into them. It’s as if he’s trying to degrade me. This man is pissing me off.

  "Captain. Don't leave me waiting." He stands proud as his eyes trace my body. This uniform isn't flattering in my opinion, but he obviously thinks otherwise. His stare has me aching all over again. My body betraying me in ways I can’t express or begin to understand. Fuck, I’m confused all to hell.

  I start to rationalize my options. I'm really not left with many. I can suck off my Commander and hope he holds his end of the bargain, or I can walk out of here, knowing my fate.

  "CAPTAIN. ADDRESS ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU." The loudness of his voice startles me into a tighter stance.

  "Sir, yes sir." He moves closer, inspecting me closely as he does. He walks all the way around me, close enough to inhale my scent if he wants to. Feeling him brushing my ass with his hand, I flinch and feel a burn from his simple touch.

  "That's better." The breath from his deep voice hits my ear as he passes. He moves in close to my face when he finishes circling me. His inspection of my body is obviously over. I find myself cringing with the way I feel right now. My new Commander is a prick, and this is not exactly the best first impression for either of us.

  "What's your decision, Captain?" His deep grumble is more than a whisper, but not easily heard.

  "I haven't done anything wrong, Sir." The intensity in his face increases. He's pissed off, and I don't really know how to cool down this situation with words. I'm left with defending my actions and hoping for the best.

  "That's subjective." I continue to stand with what little pride I have left flowing through my body, working hard to send the perception that I have more than is really there. "I can't have my soldiers constantly trying to get their dicks wet, or in this case, their pussy." That last word comes out in a deeper voice than the rest of them. Why is that on the verge of sexy?
/>   "I assure you, I'm completely professional and you'll have no issues regarding me or Captain Harris." I mean every word I say. Truthfully.

  "Ah.... Yes. I can trust that. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his dick shoved deep inside you. That's very professional. We could probably solve the nation's problems if we approached them with that mindset." He starts pacing in front of me, only taking three steps each way before he rotates to walk the other way.

  I hate that I can't even argue with him. I hate that in the few minutes I've had with him, I've hated him and found him sexy as fuck at the same time. His demeanor demands respect, and it's obvious he feels I've disrespected him and will have hell to pay for my actions.

  "Sir, we were in our own private quarters. The others aren't aware of our actions." He stops in front of me once again, his eyes flaring with anger.

  "I could hear you. I heard him demand you on your knees. I heard the desperation in your voice before I ever saw it on your face." He moves in close once again. Why does this not get any easier? It's an intimidation move, I know this. I've been dealing with it for years; that's why it shouldn't bother me, but with him it does.

  He lowers his head, letting his eyes trace my face. It's causing me to hold back a breath I very desperately need to take. He's too close. He's in my space. Maybe it's my guilt and the fear of what the consequences will truly be that are hindering my ability to cope with his intensity.

  "I'm having you both removed from the mission." He rotates on his heel and walks away. "You'll be discharged, and I'll make sure your superior is very aware of the way you handle yourself as a Captain." The air leaves my chest in one long exhale. Did he not hear me? We did nothing wrong.

  There it is. My worst nightmare. The exact thing I knew was possibly on the line when I started thinking with my pussy instead of my mind and heart. I love what I do. I've dedicated my entire adult life to this. It's not a job to me, it's my life.

  "Sir. Permission to discuss in detail. Please?" Ugh. I’m not into being nice right now. I should have just shut my mouth and dropped to my knees.