9 Marines’ Shared Property Read online Nicole Casey (Love by Numbers #8)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Love by Numbers Series by Nicole Casey
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
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Travis put a hand on my shoulder. “Tristan, nothing terrible’s going to happen.”

I snapped at him. “You don’t know that.”

I wasn’t the only one struggling with these feelings. One by one, the rest of the squad started opening up to me. The rest of the squad expressed similar feelings: dread, doubt, excitement, lust. I wasn’t crazy. Or maybe I was, but I wasn’t the only one. We were all feeling a bit crazy for Gwen, crazy and concerned. These contradicting feelings were further exacerbated when we were given the date of our upcoming deployment: November 18th.

The date brought a certain fatalistic mood to the apartment, like we knew it was all going to end, and we knew when, and the day was fast approaching.

Axel called another meeting.

“Gentlemen, we’re Marines,” he started, pacing up and down like a drill sergeant. “We abide by a code.”

He pointed to Nolan. “Nolan, what is our code?”

Nolan frowned. “To respect human dignity; to have respect and concern for each other.”

Axel made an about-face. “And we all have respect and concern for Gwen, do we not?”

Nobody said anything. Axel turned to us, surprised.

Santiago, lying slouched on the couch, said, “Is this a meeting or a drill? Because if it’s a drill, I’m out of here. I’ve had enough of those for the day.”

Axel put his hands in the air, open palms out. “I don’t know, guys. I’m trying. We’re deploying soon. We need to act in one mind, in one spirit. I thought a meeting where we could set out some ground rules would be helpful.”

“A meeting is helpful,” said Elijah. “So why don’t you stop acting like a drill sergeant and take a seat so we can start the meeting?”

Axel took a seat then nobody said anything for a while. Finally, I broke the silence. “Rule number one,” I said, “Travis is the only one to send her texts; all communication has to go through Travis.”

“And if Travis wants to send her a text from him,” said Santiago, “Someone else needs to be there with him.”

“Why’s that?” asked Travis.

“No communication should be secret,” said Nolan.

Travis nodded. “Makes sense. Fine by me.”

Another long moment of silence followed before Elijah proposed rule number two: ‘No one can go down to The Bean Counter and see her alone.’ That suggestion was shot down then amended to ‘no one can go out on a date with her alone. But going to The Bean Counter alone was allowed.’

The meeting carried on like this for the better part of an hour. In the end, we’d set out ground rules that basically spelled out the way we’d already been acting. But at least it was good to have it spelled out, to alleviate doubt and avoid misunderstanding.

The ground rules were set to avoid misunderstandings, to ensure Gwen was treated with dignity and respect and to prevent any competition or jealousy from coming between us.

However, we didn’t come up with any rules that could prevent any one of us from getting a broken heart. The only rules that could protect me from a broken heart were ‘don’t get involved; don’t care’, and I was tired of living by those rules. I didn’t know how I was going to protect myself, but at least I knew I wasn’t going to do that.

The following day, Taylor and Manny agreed to meet me down at The Bean Counter at lunch time. I finished earlier than they did, and since I had to start earlier in the afternoon I went on ahead of them.

Gwen greeted me on the sidewalk before I’d even made it to the cafe. “Hi, Tristan. What a pleasant surprise.”

I wanted to kiss her, but being so close to her place of work, I hesitated. She must have read my mind or she was very perceptive as to my body language, because she said. “You don’t need to worry. It’s my place; I own it; I do what I want.” And she kissed me.

I laughed. “Funny, I had the same thoughts about you, but still I hesitated.”

“The same thoughts?”

I held her hands, leaned back and looked her up and down. I motioned to her body and said, “Yeah. I own it; I do what I want.”

She twisted her lips into a wry smile.

“Still, I didn’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I think you’re more likely to get yourself into trouble with talk like that,” she said.

I pulled her to me and held her tight. God, she felt great in my arms. “What? You mean saying that I own you.”

She nodded.

I kissed her again. “I know I don’t own you. Just your body.” I squeezed her ass.

“You better be careful,” she said, “I have friends in the Marines.”

I spun her around then brought her body tight against mine. “Yes, you do,” I said. I kissed her on the cheek then I let her go. Having her so close to me was starting to drive me crazy. I risked losing control and taking her right there on the sidewalk or bending her over one of the terrace tables and taking her right in front of her customers and passers-by.


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