my brain came back online, that I realized I was likely crushing her with my big body.
“Jesus,” she whispered as she wiggled. “You’re crushing me.”
I laughed and pulled myself off of her, pausing when I was about to pull out.
“I only have one pair of sheets,” I found myself saying. “If we get these dirty, we’re going to have to wash them tonight.”
She sighed. “Let’s shuffle to the edge of the bed. I think that I saw something there that I could clean up with.”
“Nope,” I said as I thought about what could’ve been there. “I might’ve watched our video last night. And I might’ve already used that towel.”
She burst out laughing, and I clutched on to her hips.
“Baby,” I groaned.
That’s when my deflating dick changed directions, going from getting soft rather quickly to once again filling up with blood.
“Oh, shit,” she whispered, pushing back slightly so that I could feel her excitement.
She was so slick. Already wet for me, as well as covered in our combined juices.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned right along with her.
Then I couldn’t stop myself from slowly pumping myself in and out of her.
Before I even realized what was happening, I was fucking her all over again.
And when we finally stopped over an hour later, she’d come four times, me three, and I was exhausted.
“Marry me,” I whispered into her hair.
Her eyes, wide open and focused on me, were electric.
“After this op, you bet your ass I’ll become yours.”
CHAPTER 13
If I say ‘I could eat’ you have about thirteen minutes before I become a different person.
-Beckham to Trouper
BECKHAM
I wasn’t sure that I could find Trouper any sexier.
Honest to God, I didn’t think it was possible.
But then I saw him in flight gear.
Easton urged me to the fence where we were watching the take-offs and the landings through—I wasn’t sure we were actually supposed to be doing this—and we watched as Trouper stood beside a massive plane with his hands on his hips.
After a few more head nods, brought the helmet in his hands, and slowly fitted it in place on his head.
He stopped midway when someone said something to him.
His head jerked around, and the moment that our eyes locked, he grinned wickedly.
He winked, then turned back around to continue his conversation.
“God, he looks good in that,” I found myself saying to his brother.
He bumped me with his hip, then threw his arm around me.
“Not even married for an hour, and you’re already looking at other men. I mean, he’s my brother, darling dear. How could you do this to me?” Easton teased.
I shrugged his arm off of my shoulder and went back to ogling my man.
“That doesn’t happen until tomorrow,” I grumbled. “Or maybe even the next day. At least around town. Up here, some of them know that I’m FBI.”
Easton sighed. “We also don’t know if this guy is military or not. So, we should play the part.”
I tightened my hands on the chain-link fence, knowing he was right.
But that was my Trouper out there looking all sexy in his flight suit!
“Whatever,” I grumbled, slightly upset.
Okay, if I was being honest with myself, it was more than ‘slightly.’
It was a lot.
One final op, and I was done.
One final op, and Trouper and I would be free to spend our lives together.
One. Final. Op.
“There he goes,” Easton said as Trouper made his way to the plane he was standing beside.
Everyone went nuts for about half a minute as they situated themselves, then two men pulled off from the group and made their way toward us.
Toot and Kansas.
I grinned at them.
“Hey, boys.” I smiled. “How are y’all doing today?”
“We’re doing good,” Toot said as he leaned against the chain-link fence nearest me.
Kansas took up the spot next to Easton.
“You ever seen him fly?” Kansas asked the two of us.
“Nope,” we both answered at once.
“You’re in for a treat,” Toot said.
I looked over at him.
“How did you get the call sign ‘Toot?’” I asked.
Kansas started to laugh hysterically.
Toot’s face reddened.
“Okay, so you realize that when we’re in those things, there’s a lot of G-forces going on, right?” Toot asked.
I tilted my head slightly to the left.
“I guess,” I answered.
“Well,” he hesitated. “So my first time doing some Gs, I might or might not have let a little toot slip out. And others might or might not have heard it.”
“It was a big fart, not just a little one,” Kansas corrected him. “And it’s not just that one time. It’s almost every time he goes up there.”