Moaning long and deep, she closed her eyes and leaned back to enjoy the ride. The scrape of his beard on her skin enhanced the sensations swarming through her, and when he trailed a hand to her breast and tweaked her nipple, she inhaled deep. He was good. So damn good. Heat shot to where his finger slid in and out and his tongue flicked over her aching center.
Her gasp turned into another moan, and both echoed around them. This seemed to spur him on. He upped his pace, and she opened her eyes and released his arms to hold his head and use him as an anchor as he continued to take her out of herself. Need gripped tight, and she rocked her hips to capture his talented movements.
She was on the edge. Teetering. So close.
“Mac,” she whispered, half-questioning.
He glanced up, gaze delectably dark with a fierce hunger and determination that was nearly her undoing. He responded by sucking her gently into his mouth.
That was it.
She was done.
All the yearning, need, and heat fused together and held for an awe-inspiring charged beat, then Stefanie combusted, crying out his name. Mac prolonged her pleasure with his expertise as he held her hips and kept her from falling to the floor.
When the ringing in her ears subsided and her vision returned, she released his head and slumped back against the seat.
Pure male satisfaction smoldered in his eyes.
She smiled. “Wow...Mac, I don’t know where you just took me, but I’d love to go there again.”
He fished a condom from his pocket, then shoved his jeans, and whatever he wore underneath, down to his knees. Desire washed through her in a heated rush, waking all her good parts. Stefanie couldn’t believe she was ready for another round just from looking at him. But he was extraordinary, with muscles giving way to ridges and a deep vee leading to his thick erection jutting out, long and proud. It was more inches than she’d ever had, and her body pulsed at the thought of changing that.
“Good.” His grin was sinfully sexy. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
***
Holding the condom, Mac shook with need, eager to get inside the gorgeous, naked woman lounging in front of him, wearing a sated expression he’d put on her beautiful face.
Fuck...she was hot.
And she’d tasted even hotter. And sweet, like sugar. He’d never get Stefanie’s taste out of his head.
“Let me help,” she said, reaching out to stroke a finger down his torso before closing her hand around his throbbing erection.
He pulsed in her hand.
Ah, hell that felt good. Too good.
Sweat broke out across his shoulders and he muttered a curse. He’d never fucking last if she kept that up. “Killing me,” he muttered, withdrawing from her touch to roll on the condom.
“Ditto.” She smiled wickedly. “If I was able to feel my legs, I’d be on you already.”
Sucking in a breath, he closed his eyes and grit his teeth as he rode out the wave of need rolling through him with the force of a percussion grenade.
Summoning what was left of his control, he opened his eyes and watched her face as he ran his hands up her quivering thighs. “Don’t worry. I can feel your legs.”
And her heat.
He slipped a finger inside her and she jerked forward and moaned.
“I can’t believe I’m ready for more of you so soon.” Her eyes were half-open and heated, and he wanted to watch her burst again.
But not yet.
He removed his finger and pressed his body to her soft, warm curves, as he captured her mouth and kissed her long, wet, and deep. She ran her hands down his sides and gripped his hips and made a sexy, needy sound in her throat.
Breaking for air, he skimmed his lips down her neck, over her collarbone to the swell of her breast, before sucking one of her pointed peaks into his mouth. Her hissed breath washed over him, and loving how she responded, he pressed her nipple to the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
“Mac...” She squeezed his hips and shoved more of her delectable breast into his mouth.
He wanted to give the other nipple the same treatment, but his control was slipping. He released her stiff peak and drew back.
Another wicked smile curved her lips a second before she leaned forward to flick her tongue over his nipple. White-hot shards of need splintered through his groin.
Muttering a curse, he grabbed her upper arms and pulled her with him across the aisle to the other row of seats. He sat down, but forward enough so she could straddle him comfortably.
“I like your way of thinking,” she uttered, her palms pressed flat on the ceiling, while she knelt over his standing erection.
He leaned up to capture a nipple teasing him just out of reach. She gasped and dropped her hands to his shoulders, and the tip of his dick brushed her heated center. Paradise. Holding her heated gaze, he grasped her hips and lowered her onto his erection.
Fuck.
The urge to thrust up and enter her in one, fast, hard, shove shook through Mac. But she felt too good. Too damn exquisite, as her tight, slick heat engulfed and slowly drew him in.
This was what he’d waited for...what he’d wanted to do with her for so long. But with their families joined, it made their joining nothing but a forbidden fantasy.
She shifted her hips and took him all the way in. He glanced down to where their bodies connected.
It wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. And it was a hell of a lot better.
He shifted his gaze back to hers and got the sense she felt the same as her gorgeous blues eyes shimmered.
He stilled her movements. “You okay?” Concern rippled through him, replacing some of his heat. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No...Damn, Mac...you feel amazing. Please, don’t stop.” And as if to prove it, she gripped his shoulders and rocked her hips.
This drew him in farther still, and their sounds of approval mingled in the air.
“Damn, you feel so good.”
He began to move, thrusting up, and she moaned and moved with him. Over and over, he plunged, holding her hips, watching her gorgeous breasts bounce with their rhythm.
Needing to hear her pleasure, he leaned forward to capture a nipple in his mouth. She cried out, and her eyes drifted shut as she arched forward.
Fuck, that was hot.
“Mac.” She clutched his shoulders and trembled in his arms.
“I know,” he muttered against her skin, voice sounding rough as he kissed his way to her neck, upping his thrusts. “Me, too.”
Knowing what she needed, he reached between them and pressed her center with his thumb.
Throwing her head back, she moaned, her walls clamping around him as she burst. Her pleasure, and knowing he was the cause zapped the last of his control. He grasped her hips and held her still as he thrust one last, deep thrust, and the force of their shared release rocked his fucking world.
He slumped back, and she dropped forward, her body pressed against his, trembling with exquisite aftershocks, while they worked to catch their breath. That was the strongest climax he’d ever had, and definitely the hottest.
After several silent minutes, her shuddering increased until he realized she was...laughing?
Why the hell was she laughing?
He cleared his throat. “Should I ask what’s so funny?”
She laughed out loud now, her nipples scraping his chest with her mirth. “You,” she uttered against his neck.
“How the fuck am I funny?”
Her snort met his ears. “You just fucked me silly.”
He chuckled and ran his hands down her back. “Ditto.”
“And you gave me your bird...in your bird.”
His laughter mixed with hers as he held her close. “Roger that.”
She pushed herself up to kneel over him, her satisfied, amused gaze staring down at him. “No, that was all you. All Mac.”
He reached up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “Every inch.”
/> Her smile widened. “Roger that.”
Heat and need resurfaced for the playful, sexy woman still straddling his lap. He trailed his other hand up her side, brushing the soft swell of her breast with his thumb, ready to start another round when the phone in his jeans sounded with a text, echoing the text vibrating the phone in her bag.
They held each other’s gaze a moment then she took away her sweet heat to sit next to him and dig the phone from her bag, while he fished his cell from his jeans still down by his ankles.
A second later, her gaze met his. “The baby’s coming.”
He nodded, holding up the duplicate text he’d received. “Yep. She’s a week early.”
Stefanie laughed. “I’ve always heard that babies have their own agenda.” She shook her head as if to clear it then got up and started to get dressed. “Maybe she’ll be born by the time I drive up there. It’s what? A three hour drive?”
It was a sin to cover those gorgeous curves, but since there was good reason, he kept quiet about it. “Or a forty minute flight.”
She stilled, then turned around, hooking her bra over her gorgeous breasts. “You can fly this up there? But where would you land?”
He shook the heated fog from his mind and when her words registered, he grinned. She was adorable. “There’s plenty of room on Amity. I can land behind Logan’s house.” He and his brothers jointly owned hundreds of acres, and a lot of the land was cleared enough to accommodate his bird.
His dick twitched. Shit. Was that always going to happen when he heard that word from now on?
Pushing that thought and thoughts of her riding him out of his head, he focused on his brother and the arrival of his first niece. “How soon can you go home, pack an overnight bag, and get back here?”
She slipped into her dress, but it fell open, and the sight of her lush curves covered by blue silk stole his breath. “Twenty-five minutes.” After tying her dress, she grabbed her portfolio bag and exited the chopper. “Thirty tops,” she said, leaving him with a grin, and a hard-on.
***
In Delta Force, Mac was known as Birdman. Now that he was retired military, he’d even considered getting a chopper tattooed on his shoulder or back. For over a decade, he’d flown them, several types for several reasons in several countries, both into and out of battle. Piloting them was his favorite pastime. His obsession. Relaxation.
Until this morning.
The hot as fuck ride he’d taken with Stefanie in the back would be forever burned into his mind. Which sucked, because a repeat performance was a no-go. Which also sucked, but he wouldn’t allow it. His lapse in control couldn’t happen again.
They’d had their one-time, burning off chemistry moment.
He glanced at the woman sitting in the passenger seat next to him as they neared their destination. She still wore the same damn dress he’d had the pleasure of peeling off her lush body a few hours ago. Heat rushed through his veins without his permission. The mere scraps of blue silk were no doubt still underneath, covering the sweet places his tongue had played. Feasted. Branded.
Made his own.
Shit. He gripped the controls until his knuckles turned white.
Thoughts of that nature weren’t welcome. They were banned.
He’d meant what he’d told Stefanie that morning. He wasn’t a long-term type of guy. His foray into that nightmare was a thing of the past, and he had no desire to subject himself to the inevitable—betrayal. It wasn’t just him. He’d seen too many of his military brothers suffer through a busted-up marriage or relationship because of it.
No, thanks. No matter how hot and wild, sweet and funny he found the woman next to him, somehow managing to look cute wearing the headphones he gave her to both protect her ears and allow them to communicate without shouting.
“You can see forever up here,” she said, her blue gaze brighter than the cloudless sky surrounding them. “I get why you like to fly.”
He had the sinking suspicion she got him, too. Which would only give her ammo to use against him in the future.
That thought alone cooled his libido and put things back into perspective.
“It’s great on a clear day. Not during a storm,” he replied, intending to continue to keep the conversation neutral and to a minimum.
He also didn’t want to lead her on or give her a reason to cling. His gaze returned to study her profile. Relaxed, friendly, but...not interested. Her body language told him he was off the hook. She didn’t lean toward him or try to touch him. She just gazed happily at the vista below. She was more interested in what was outside the bird, than inside.
Which should’ve made him happy...so why did his gut feel as if he’d swallowed stones?
He gave himself a mental shake. Christ, he was an idiot.
“There’s Chloe’s house!” She pointed to his brother’s ranch sprawled out below.
He nodded but remained quiet, as he brought the bird down in a clearing just beyond the house. “Logan left us the keys to his truck,” he said, powering down. “They took Chloe’s car to the hospital.”
“Okay.” She removed her headphones, shook out her hair, and smiled.
Damn, the woman was pretty.
She opened the back door and grabbed her overnight bag—from the seat they’d christened that morning—and met his gaze. “Let’s go meet our niece.”
His brows shot up for two reasons. The first was her lack of acknowledgement of their chemistry-burning sexcapade, and second... “Katie was born?”
Several months back, Logan and Chloe had decided to name their daughter Katherine Ellen, after both their mothers, an honor his mother had gushed about all the time.
He hadn’t been in contact with Logan since they’d left Harland County. FCC regulations prohibited the use of cell phones in flight, so they’d both stowed their phones in their bags.
“I don’t know,” she said, fishing out her phone and powering it up.
He did the same.
“When we left, Chloe was already at eight centimeters dilated,” she said, excitement still bright in her gaze. “And according to her, the last two go quickly. Once she’s at ten, she can push.”
They walked as she talked, but Mac had no damn clue what she was saying. Sounded like gibberish to him. He understood Japanese, not baby-ese.
He followed her into the house, unlocked for their benefit, and set his bag on the floor by the couch. He’d come back for it later. Apparently, it was the new norm for fathers to stay overnight with mother and baby at the hospital. But no way was he staying alone in Logan’s house with Stefanie. Besides, he owned a perfectly wonderful cabin by the river a few miles away. She could have this place to herself tonight.
If she thought it was odd that he didn’t follow her upstairs to claim one of the guest bedrooms, she gave no indication when she rejoined him two minutes later, a pink gift bag with a yellow giraffe printed on it clutched in her hand.
A smile twitched his lips. Of course, she already had a gift for the baby. The woman had been excited about becoming an aunt since Logan and his wife had announced they were expecting.
He held up his phone. “No update. You?” He hadn’t received one since they’d left Harland County.
“No. Not yet,” she said. “But I guess we’ll find out more when we get there.”
He nodded, grabbed the keys from a hook on the wall, and they headed out front where the truck was parked. “They probably have a full waiting room already.”
Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled. “No doubt. I bet your mom is beside herself.”
“Yeah, I suspect so.” He smiled, driving them the ten minutes to the hospital. “I think she started getting a nursery ready for visits at their home in Austin the day after Logan married Chloe.”
She laughed, and the sound took him back to their after-sex talk and how he’d felt her amusement all the way to his core.
Probably because he’d still been inside her.
His
dick stirred.
Shit.
Luckily, they reached the hospital and parked, and he pushed those thoughts aside, where they belonged. But even if he hadn’t, the flurry of activity that ensued the instant they stepped into the maternity waiting room would’ve gained his attention. And it was all from his family. There weren’t any other people in the room.
“You made it,” his mother said, pulling them both in for a hug at the same time.
He stiffened a little, because she used the same embrace she gave his brothers and their wives. But he and Stefanie were not a couple, despite the many matchmaking attempts his parents had deployed to get them together since he’d retired from the service. He let it go, though. It wasn’t a big deal.
And he rather enjoyed having Stefanie’s curves squished against him again.
“I know. I’m so glad,” she said, drawing back and breaking up the embrace to hug his dad.
“Let me text Linc,” his mother said. “This way, he and Ashley can come out and you two can go in and visit.”
Visit?
Stefanie smiled. “Thanks.”
“But...” He frowned. “Aren’t they too busy for visitors?” Hanging out with a woman in labor was not his idea of a good time—for either of them.
His father set a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “They’re allowed three extra visitors in the birthing room. So, we’ve been swapping in and out all day.”
Everything inside Mac cringed.
“It’s fine,” his dad said, releasing his shoulder. “You won’t be in the birthing room for the birth.”
There was something not right about hearing his dad say birthing room. Twice. It made him extremely uncomfortable...on top of the anxiety he was starting to feel from a different issue. He flexed his shoulders in an attempt to shake off the sense of invisible ants crawling on him. “If they’re allowing three, then don’t bother to call Lincoln and Ashley out. Stefanie can go in with them. I’ll wait here.”
Stefanie cocked her head and quirked a brow. “You’re not chicken, are you, Mac?”
“Damn straight, I am,” he replied. He was, but not for the reasons everyone thought. “I’ll wait until my niece is born and my sister-in-law is...ready for visitors.”
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