I watched as one of the younger attendants, a pretty blonde girl, caught his eye. She leaned down and said something to him, and he said something back, making her laugh.
I watched the whole exchange, totally horrified. Was this guy serious? He was on the plane for maybe thirty seconds and he was already flirting with one of the flight attendants. I couldn’t hear what he was saying or what she was saying, but I could tell that she was interested based on the way she was leaning toward him and smiling.
What a cocky asshole. He didn’t even have the decency to wait until the plane had taken off before he started in on the attendants. I quickly looked away before he caught me staring, frowning at the seat in front of me.
Why did I care what that guy did? It wasn’t like we knew each other. He was just some sexy as hell stranger that smiled at me as he walked past. And maybe he wasn’t even hitting on her, maybe he was just asking her some nice, polite question.
Yeah, right. I saw the way he was looking at her, like he wanted to drag her into that tiny bathroom and strip her clothes off.
The crazy thing was, I wanted him to do that to me. I had this overwhelming urge to let that total stranger take me back into that tiny bathroom and strip my clothes off, make me sweat, make me come.
That wasn’t like me at all. I crossed my legs, being careful of the seat in front of me, and opened up my magazine.
It was going to be a long flight. I just had to forget about that handsome stranger.
Except as the plane took off, I kept picturing him back there, and wondering what it would feel like if I did something absolutely crazy.
Chapter 2
Gates
Hawaii was hot as fuck. Not as hot as the Afghanistan desert, or fucking Fallujah, but pretty damn hot. I stepped out into the heat and slipped on my sunglasses, looking around for Greg.
He was late, of course. Couldn’t trust that guy. I moved over to a shaded pillar and leaned up against it. The other passengers slowly filtered out, getting into taxis and shit. I caught sight of that cute girl, the sexy one with the gorgeous lips. I kept thinking about her the whole flight, although I was pretty busy trying to get in that stewardess’s panties. I watched as the pretty girl gathered her bags, and I was treated to a lovely view of her tight little ass. She stood in another shaded spot, waiting for someone to get her too.
Briefly, I considered going up to her, but I already had that stewardess’s number in my pocket. Plus, I was exhausted from the flight.
I wondered how she’d look sliding up and down my hard cock. She was slim, with great breasts and a gorgeous face. I loved her pouty lips, and wanted to slowly slide her down the length of my cock until she moaned for more.
Instead, I was stuck standing out in the heat, waiting on that asshole.
Twenty minutes. He was fucking twenty minutes late. Finally, he pulled up in this black convertible, grinning at me.
“You’re late,” I said, throwing my pack into the trunk.
“I’m here, ain’t I?”
I climbed into the passenger seat. “Good to see you.”
“Good to see you too, brother. Surprised you’re still in one piece.”
I grinned at him. “You know me. I’m made of tougher stuff than the average grunt.”
“That you are.”
Greg and I did a tour of Iraq together two years back. He’d been home for a year, while I just got back from my second tour a few weeks ago.
It was good to see him, even if he was a bastard. We were both in Hawaii for some wedding. It wasn’t normally my thing, but when a brother at arms got married, I made it a point to get there. That was a bond no normal person could understand, and I took it seriously.
“What are we waiting for?” I asked him.
“Got one more passenger.”
I laughed. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Laura’s friend, Piper. You know her?”
“Nah,” I said. “Been too busy getting shot at in the fucking desert to meet your future wife’s friends.”
“Fair enough.” He craned his neck, looking around, and then waved. “Hey, Pipes!”
I watched as the pretty girl from the plane looked up, smiled, and walked over.
My heart started hammering in my chest. What were the fucking chances that it was her? She gave me this look, and I only caught it because I was trained to read people’s faces. She looked as surprised as I felt, and there was something else in that glance. I couldn’t tell what it was since I was too busy staring at her.
She was more gorgeous than I thought. Up close, she was fucking perfect. She smiled at Greg.
“Nice of you to show up,” she said.
“I’m here now,” he grumbled.
She laughed. I got out to help her with her bags.