C. Brown - Compromising

His cell phone rang, breaking us from our moment.

“Damn!” He groaned, sitting straight once again.

“What’s the matter?”

“My phone had not stopped ringing all fucking day.”

“By the way, while you were in here, your mom called. I didn’t want to answer it, so I just let it go to voicemail.”

“I’ll call her back later. I’ve got too much shit to deal with.”

“Alex, maybe it’s important.”

“I’ll call back in a bit.”

He reached back and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him. When our bodies were once again touching, he took both of my arms around his midsection, linking my hands in front of him as he placed his hands on top of them. I leaned forward and rested my cheek on his back, humming softly.

Alex rubbed my hands with his, and the big, masculine feel of it was uniquely sensual against my skin. He was so gentle when he wanted to be, making me forget about the loud, rough and gruff bulldog that he often times presented himself to be.

“I’ve missed you so much, Alex. Every second of every day that we were apart was pure pain and torture.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

I broke free from his hold and gently yanked on his shoulder, prompting him to turn around. When he did, I took the liberty of sitting down on top of him, gathering water in my own hands and pouring it over his head. Honey-hued eyes stared back at me when he opened them, a sly grin accompanying it. I leaned forward and softly traced the outer linings of his moist, plump lips, then placed soft, kisses on them. He held tight to my ass as I felt his cock begin to harden underneath me. It had been so long since we’d had one another, and the ache forming between my legs was making me painfully aware. I swiveled my hips, sending his cock to full blown erection. I loved how it didn’t take much to get him worked up for me, and I was planning to take full advantage of his weakness.

I didn’t relent on the hip movements, and as the ache I felt grew more intense, Alex worked his hands up my back, then placed his hands under my arms and pulled me back.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, shocked by his movement.

He painfully closed his eyes, then let out a sigh. “Nothing, I just think you need a little more time.”

“Time for what? It’s been plenty of time. I need you, Alex.”

“I know. Trust me, I need you too. But your well-being comes first. We have each other Blondie. We’re not going anywhere.”

I couldn’t believe what he was saying—what he was doing. I thought the absence would have made him want to tear into me and fuck my brains out. Instead, he seemed to be dreading it as if he were afraid or something. Then it hit me.

“Alex!”

He didn’t answer.

“Alex…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Allen raped me?”

Silence filled our tiny space. My heart ached with a heavy throb. Alex didn’t believe me when I’d told him that Allen hadn’t gotten his cock inside of me. A tear slipped from my eye as I looked at the pain etched into Alex’s face. He was battling himself and losing.

“Alex, I told you. Allen did not get his cock inside of me.”

“I know you told me that, Cassie, and I believe you, but there is something in the back of my mind that wonders if you truly know. That animal slammed your head down. Do you remember everything? Maybe you blacked out.”

He pulled me closer and held me tight. I hated the pain that was inside of him, but I hated being doubted even more.

“Alex, I’m pretty sure I stayed conscious. That firewatch got to him in time.”

He pulled me back and stared into my eyes. “But his fucking fingers. They were inside of you, weren’t they?”

“Yes.”

He winced. It was as if he were hearing the information for the first time.

“But that was it, Alex. I promise you.”

“I know, but you have to be in pain.”

“I’m not in pain. I was, but that’s long gone. I need you, Alex. Erase him from my body.” I paused as I stared into his worrisome eyes. “Don’t let him take anything away from us.”

“I won’t, Blondie, I promise. But not right now. Right now you need a minute. I need a minute. Please don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” I whispered as I lay my head down on his shoulder.

It was true. How could I hate the one person who had actually loved me? No one else in my life had ever shown me the amount of love and care that Alex did, and even though this new act was a mix of his care for me, and his own psyche playing tricks on him, I knew it was coming from love. I knew it, so I had to make myself accept it. It didn’t take the sting of rejection away though.

“Cassie, I’m not repulsed by you or any shit like that, so get that out of your head. I just think you need to heal, and I know I need some time.”

“I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.”

He held me tight and gently kissed my neck as I cried on his shoulder. As troublesome as our hidden and forbidden relationship was it seemed the real trouble was brewing in the aftermath, and it was going to take every ounce of love for us to wade through these rocky waters. I missed my Alex, I missed the way we were, and even in my state of sadness I was more determined than ever to get all of that back.

The absolute last thing I wanted to do was hurt Cassie, and I had to admit that my reaction to her trying to have sex was shocking. I’d had plenty of time to think about what Allen had done to her, and I damn sure believed her when she’d told me that he hadn’t stuck his dick inside of her, but that still didn’t erase the fact that some part of him had been in there. It not only pissed me off to the highest degree, but it also triggered a hurt and a shame that left me weak.

I’d been sitting around, wallowing in my own self-pity, and instead of utilizing every single second that I’d had with her, I’d taken the time to try and clear my head, alone, leaving her in harm’s way. And when harm struck, it hit with the force of a fucking wrecking ball.

I listened to her try and tell me that it wasn’t my fault—that if Allen was out to get her, he was going to get her—but I couldn’t believe that. If I hadn’t had my head stuck so far up my own ass, I would have had Cassie with me, and this bullshit wouldn’t have happened.

I held Cassie close to me in the bathtub, hoping to show her that I was still very much in love with her, even if I couldn’t jump head first into sex. Each tear that slid down my shoulder was another cut, at my heart. Her hurt was mine. It was shared. And when she allowed herself to be vulnerable, it was a slow death for me.

After the bath, I softly lathered her in lotion, using it as another opportunity to be intimate with her, even if I couldn’t be the way that she had wanted me to be. She seemed to settle in after that, then we shared the duties of making dinner.

Now, as she lay sleeping in the bed, I could do nothing but stare at the beauty of her, and the fact that I was able to have her all to myself without having to hide or lie.

I took my phone out into the living room and called my mom back. She’d been fucking blowing my phone up, and there were a shit ton of messages too, but listening to those would have been a waste of time.

“Alejandro,” she answered, sounding overly anxious.

“Yes, Mama, what’s wrong?”

“Alejandro, what have you done? What have you gotten yourself into?”

“Mama, slow down. What are you talking about?”

“There was a man who called here. He spoke to Mama, then to me. He was asking questions about Cassie and if we knew her.”

Anger flared like raging flames. That motherfucker was now involving my family. I wanted to bring hell to his doorstep. I wanted to dismantle him. More than anything, I wanted to bash his fucking brains in. He had crossed a fucking boundary. If he wanted to keep me in a strangle hold with information from people in our community, fine, have at it. But to go through my files and call my next of kin…it was sick and fucking disturbing.

“Mama, was his name First Sergeant O’Hara?”

“Yes…yes, that was it. I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted—”

“What did you tell him?” I asked.

“I told him we’d met Cassie once.”

Air left my body, leaving me sitting there like a deflated balloon. Of course, she had no idea what was going on or what harm her confirmation could have done, but it didn’t lessen the sting I felt with her admittance.

“Alejandro, is everything okay? I didn’t know what was going on. First thing I thought was that she may have done something to you. I didn’t know.”

“It’s all right, Mama.”

“Is everything okay? Are you okay? Where is Cassie?”

“Cassie is asleep in the room. We are fine.”

“So why was that man calling around?”

I sighed, not really wanting to get into this over the phone with her. “Mama, we’ll be down this weekend, and I’ll tell you all about it then. But do me a favor. If that man, or anyone else from the Marines calls you, tell them you have nothing to say. Same for Abuelita and Adriana.”

“Alejandro, what’s going on?” Worry took over her voice, and I could tell that she was not okay with this conversation being shelved for a later date.

“Everything is fine. We will be down this weekend. Don’t worry. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I hung up and wanted to throw my fucking phone. I wanted to punch through the walls. I wanted to yell out all of my frustrations, but I couldn’t.

I didn’t want to disturb Cassie’s sleep. She had been through enough and sleep was good for her now. Plus, I didn’t want to rile her up anymore where this fucking idiot O’Hara was concerned. If I didn’t think I’d be thrown in the brig, immediately court-martialed, and dishonorably discharged, I would beat fucking O’Hara to a bloody pulp. He was going much too far. He’d already gotten Nat’s words, he had my actions, my words, and now, he was dragging my fucking family into this. I realized then that there was nothing that this man wouldn’t do to make me pay for my indiscretions, and by nothing, I meant he’d do anything.