A ton of people wanted a BIT more to the M chapter than I wrote, so I added some more. Again, not SUPER UBER graphic, but graphic enough to let me put the warning.
Just a heads-up: I DO have updates that I post on my profile everyday about how the next chapter is coming along... I recommend you check up every day or so, just to be sure.
Question of the Chapter: Life with the 141. What would it be like? What's your take on the Task Force?
Enjoy!
ecto1B
###WARNING: SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW###
Chapter 23:
Supremacy
I swear to God he wasn't human.
I'd bet my life on it.
When Ghost took off his shirt, I knew for a fact he wasn't human. How could a mortal man possess such an impeccable body? It didn't make any sense. I mean, sure, you see guys on TV with abs that make girls scream and cry with want. But Ghost's body… holy shit.
I'm trying to think of a good comparison. Let's see… Find a picture of Taylor Lautner, you know, that guy who played Jacob in the Twilight Saga movies? Okay… now in your mind, take his abs and transfer them onto a shirtless Ewan McGregor. Okay, now make the abs tighter, more defined, and much more muscular. There's Ghost.
I literally almost fainted when he yanked his black turtleneck off. Luckily I had enough sense to keep my composure, but I think the comment I made slightly insulted him. Yeah… smooth move, Mckinley. Here you are, seventeen years old, and a beyond-gorgeous military guy is kissing the heck out of you. You just have to say his abs are "not that bad." Way to go.
I almost instantly wondered if he'd ever kissed the real Queen before then. It didn't seem like it, but who knows? He couldn't tell I wasn't Queen, and heck, it was GHOST who was kissing me. No time to bring up the subject now.
My only concern was how far he was going to take it…
"Ghost…" she moaned as he intensified the kiss, plunging his tongue back into her mouth and running it along the row of ivory teeth inside. His fingers seized her shirt, hoisting it over her head and merely letting it fall onto the tile floor beneath them. An inky-black sports bra became visible.
I was seventeen years old! He was, what, in his late twenties? And what age did he think I was? Probably around twenty-five? Was this wrong? If he thought I was older, was it still wrong?
At the time, I didn't care much. His caress was luxurious. Soothing. Enticing.
Minutes later, after he'd thoroughly explored her chest, Ghost found that his hands rested on the cold metal button denying him access below her waist. A lascivious grin slipped across his face; his old instincts from back in Mexico beginning to reappear. Supremacy. Complete control. Procuring loyalty from her. It was too easy. She was his. There was no escape.
I think I blacked out during our activities, for when I awoke, I was back in my tent. Lord knows how long we were in the laundromat, having our fun. And when it was all over… well, I didn't know quite what to say.
teehee
DUNN DUNN DUNN DUNN DUNN!
I'm sorry, I just love doing this and pissing him off XD