Seeking Me To Find You (Finding You Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

roller blade in their bikinis, hell, they even run in their bikinis. I always wonder how they do it. Those bikini cups are not too supportive and those puppies run the risk of escaping. And these are not normal size puppies. I’m not complaining, but these puppies are the type that can cause some serious damage – like blackening eyes. With all the vanity around here you would think they would consider this and kennel them with a good running bra.
    Our job as a Drill Instructor is very daunting. We have twelve weeks with a group of recruits and then once they graduate we have two weeks off until we get our next cycle. During our time with the recruits we alternate a twenty four hour shift and then alternate early mornings and late evenings. We have to be up before our recruits and hit the rack well after they do. It leaves us little down time.
    Ben and I’ve known each other since our early days in Scout Sniper School. We just lucked out and got put in this hell together. People say that we could be brothers. We both have dark brown hair with a medium regulation cut and the same six foot three, one ninety-five frame. The only difference is that Ben has steel blue eyes that could cut you like a knife and mine are a coppery brown like my late father. A year ago, we decided to get a place together when we got here. Gunnery Sergeant pay is shit, plus we forgo our dive and jump pay while we are here mucking it up with the maggots. The housing allowance makes up for some, but we are never home. Ben’s little brother, Adam, is living with us while he finishes school. That’s why when we chose a place to hang our hats we wanted a relaxing place to take advantage of when we can. Hence, we chose San Clemente. We found a condo with beach views that screams relaxation. I can walk out of our door to a road that leads to the most pristine beach that calls me out for an early morning run. When I get home, we have an awesome set up in our back patio that holds a stone fire pit that beckons me for a cold beer by a fire late at night. H-E-A-V-E-N, Heaven!
    Relationships? Yea Right! I have a relationship – with a hundred pound yellow English Lab named Thor. Girls are too clingy, needy, high maintenance and to this Marine, untrustworthy. My last relationship ended with a red light on my front porch and fellow brother, aka Marine, banging her in my bed. Oh, and my dog was locked in the damn bathroom. Hmmm, I guess what you see on television about a Marine surprising their loved ones when they come back home from a deployment doesn’t sit well with everyone. I thought she could be the one. Lane had this rocking body. Her luscious curves had my mind spinning. Since she grew up around Marines she stated she understood the late nights and deployments. When we were together there was nothing but balls to the wall, her wall, fucking. She could do things in the sack that would make me blush. I was actually thinking about putting a ring on it. However, in the end, what presented itself as love, in all reality, was good ole’ fashion lust. All I can say is good riddance ! Hell, with my schedule, I have no desire to do the relationship thing. In the end, they all end up leaving.
    “Dude, where did you just go?” Ben whispered as he thumped my nose.
    “Get your filthy paws off of me. I am about to rip off that twig of an arm and shove it down that dough boy recruit’s mouth right over there.”
    Ben gave an incredible booming laugh. Being with Ben makes this more tolerable. We are three weeks out from graduation of this class. I plan on taking my two weeks off just to chill. I need to reconnect with my mutt. Thor is getting too cozy with Adam. I think he’s contemplating on trading me in since I’m never at home. Hell, he even growled at me last night when I came home. I know it was dark, but still, how could he forget the master of his universe?

Chapter Three
    Grace
    M y own home! My own home with two spacious bedrooms and two and a half