Chapter 11
Shit, boners in inappropriate places are not my idea of fun. -Brian
Brian
I’m so anxious to rip into the next letter that I make the embarrassing mistake of opening the letter while I’m eating chow in the dining tent. I soon realize this is a very, very bad idea.
Dear Brian,
So, I can tell that you’ve been reading romance novels. Way to leave a girl hangin’ with all that stuff at the end, soldier boy. It definitely left me all hot and bothered.
I did giggle to think of all these macho guys sitting around reading romance. Those books are dang good. I admit to reading them myself. Though not as much as your sister does. But I digress because I’m pretty sure you don’t want to think about that.
Btw, she’s still head over heels for your best friend, and since he finally got his head out of his ass those two are happy as larks. It’s kind of sickening to watch. I’m constantly the third wheel. The other night, we went out to a club, and I had to watch them suck face for like an hour while sucking on a non-alcoholic beer. It was mega exciting (said with sarcasm dripping from my voice).
Nope, you don’t have the right to ask me not to see anyone. But, for some reason, I can’t seem to get myself upset about it. Maybe it’s the fact that thinking about you sending hot letters to someone else sends me into a tizzy, but I don’t have a real problem with you asking me. My friends, including probably your sister, would call me an idiot. My mom would think I was a fool. But I’m okay with not seeing anyone for the time being. Besides, like I mentioned earlier, third wheeling to Liam and Sophie seems to be my lot in life for now.
Thanks for looking up where my family is from. I wish I had been to Mumbai more. I barely remember it. That’s one thing I want to do in the future. Travel more and see where my family comes from, where my Nani got her no-nonsense attitude from.
In return, I looked up military facts. What’s your ambition in the military? Hoping to be a lifer as they say? Or do you want to get out? Not that I’m pushing you or anything. Just wondering. It seems like a hard life. The traveling, the danger…but having a team that you’re close to sounds great. Like I’ve said before, closeness is a hard thing before. I’ve told you more in these letters than I have most people in my life, including your sister.
I’m sorry about your dad too. It’s amazing how much our parents can screw us up, isn’t it? I’ve always wanted kids, but it’s a terrifying thought that one day they’ll probably be in therapy complaining about me. Your dad sounds like more of a douche than the normal parent though, and I’m sorry for all that you and Sophie had to go through. I think it would be harder for you with those memories of him still there. I think sometimes that maybe it’s a good thing I only have vague memories of my dad. There’s nothing awful in there to screw him up in my head. He can still linger just like he was.
I admire you a lot. I wasn’t given a ton of responsibility growing up. I sometimes think my mom thinks I’m as dumb as a box of rocks, and I suppose I am compared to her. There was a time in my life when I wouldn’t have trusted myself with a hamster, much less another human being. Sophie talks about how you practically raised her all the time. I’ve tried to picture little blonde-haired Brian bossing around a little pig-tailed Sophie, and it’s an awfully cute picture.
I hope you are staying safe over there, Brian. I worry about you more than I expected I would. The first time we met, you wiggled your ass at me. I really need you to bring that fine ass home safely.
I’m not sure how to end this still, but I think I’m okay with being-
Yours,
Reina
P.S. Is it weird that I REALLY like all the possessive growls?
P.S.S. Since you left me horny, I should do the same for you. I fantasize about what I would do to you often. Unbuttoning your shirt, seeing that muscled chest of yours, licking my way down. Pushing your jeans down and taking your hard cock in my mouth. I have a feeling you’re big down there. Am I right? Anyway, in my imagination your dick is perfect and I almost gag on your girth. But when you come, I swallow it all down. While you moan and pull my hair. There’s something so damn sexy about being on my knees to pleasure you. Okay, I’ll leave you with that. Try to get some work done now and not concentrate on the hard-on you have (insert sexy smirk here). Miss you, soldier boy.
I glance around, wondering if anyone is aware that I have a massive boner right now. I squirm on my narrow chair and discreetly place my palm over my uniform pants.
Reina. You little minx. You’re going to be the death of me.
“What’s the goofy grin for, Richards? These mashed potatoes aren’t that good. Barely edible, really.” Diaz scowls down at his plate and I chuckle.
“Nothing. Thinking about something else entirely, dude.” I keep the letter under the table, turning it over in my hands until I get up to leave. By then, I’ve thought of everything to get my dick to lay down. The sight of Diaz’s open mouth with food in it while he laughs really did the trick finally.
Reina, princess, you’re in so much trouble.