Falling High (Experienced Men Book 3)

by Savannah May

  “Good time?” he asks Kendall, softer at least when he speaks to her.

  “Ya,” she mewls like my little kitten.

  I laugh, in the knowledge that her lips are still numb from her experience with me. Hunter throws me a glare of total shade. Kendall takes a step to head for the training hut and her legs must be jello because she crumples. Only my brother's swift step forward to catch her, prevents her from piling up on the ground.

  “Sorry,” she murmurs.

  “No need to be,” Hunter husks. “You'll be fine in a minute.”

  “Thank you.”

  Er, he's still got her wrapped up tightly in his embrace. Her small hand resting on his broad chest while she looks up at him from under those devastating lashes. He's gazing down on her like he can't decide whether to devour her or kiss her tenderly on that pouty mouth.

  Holy shit, looks like my little brother's completely forgotten that girl he was moping over all last night. He helps Kendall walk back to Sarge's camp, tossing me a look that says he's got this and to stay back.

  I shrug and head back to the crew, knowing I've got Kendall wrapped up for this evening. She's all mine and if she thinks she can't walk now, just wait until later after I'm done with her delicious curves.

  “Another Rookie. How many's that now?” Tyler asks. The latest member of our squad, he's currently taking his license.

  “Too many to count,” I josh him and notice Justine throw me a glare.

  Shit, I'm going to have to deal with that tonight. For sure she's expecting to pick it up where we left off and I'm expecting more than a few fireworks when I have to let her down.

  “Got the kitten safely back to base?” I ask Hunter, when he strides into the area to join us.

  “Fuck you,” he grits out at me, gathering surprised glances between our crew.

  I get up and join his ass at the coffee table.

  “What the fuck's your problem now?”

  “You know. I told you all about her and you just couldn't wait to get between us.”

  “Whoa, what is up with you. We've never fought for a girl.”

  “That was before Kendall. And you know damn well how I feel about her.”

  “Her? That girl is the one you're all girly over?” I ask, genuine shock filtering through me.

  I had no idea. How could I? He never named names. I didn't even know her name until she stuck out her hand to introduce herself before I tied her up – to me.

  “Yes, she's the one. I set up this entire fucking weekend so as I could get the chance to hang out with her. Until you had to put your arrogant ass in the way.”

  “If you want her that badly then take her. I'm not going to fight my own brother for a girl.”

  “See, she doesn't even mean anything to you. You just gotta prove you can get what I want.”

  Fuck, I don't know where this is coming from. Hunter and I have never had this kind of issue crop up between us until now. Not ever.

  “I said take her, what else do you fucking want from me?”

  “It's too late. I see the way she looks at you now. All doe-eyes and quivering. The great Rhino does it again. Makes a woman weak at the knees without even touching her.”

  I turn and walk away. He's not wrong but he has the exact same effect on women and he knows it. For some reason Kendall Ross has set off a firestorm between us without even trying.

  Chapter Nine

  Kendall

  To say I'm weak at the knees doesn't even begin to describe it. First not one, but two, gorgeous toned hunks are bartering for who can take me up in the clouds and bring me back down again. And then, I have the most amazing experience of flying through the air like a shot from a cannon. Except it's amazing, almost like floating except of course I'm moving at lightning speed.

  But I don't think it would have been so breathtaking had I not been strapped to Rhino. His solid chest wrapped around my back, the straps caging me into him, set off all sorts of wild ideas about being tied up, helpless and vulnerable, while he was free to touch me and suck me and do whatever he wanted with my body.

  I just know a man like Rhino has a wealth of experience and would give me the kind of pleasure I've only ever imagined.

  Is it lame to admit I rarely cum? First off, not that many men are good at getting me off. They think a briefest twiddle around a clit before shoving their dick in should be sufficient. I used to feel like something was wrong that I wasn't having the kind of orgasms I read about. Then I had too many cosmos at PJs one night and Carla set me straight.

  “Most women have a hard time coming just from penetration. Do you play with yourself wile he's fucking you?”

  “Not much. Doesn't that imply they aren't doing enough?”

  “Nooo. But who cares if it does? If they can't make you squirt, then why would you bother stroking up their man ego?”

  “Good point.”

  “A man that knows a woman should play with her body like a rock star's guitar. Every string stroked and pressed and plucked.”

  “I guess not many rock stars work over their guitars with their mouth as well,” I joked.

  “Find the guitarist as expert as Hendrix, then a sax player with an agile pair of lips. Like um – I don't know anything about jazz.”

  We cracked up at our silly musician analogies and attracted attention from a group of ass-hat bankers, who sent over another round before swooping right in, demanding to know what was so amusing.

  Rhino is like no other man I've ever met and the pull toward him is inextricable. Would he be the guitarist or saxophonist? - maybe both. Like he already has me held mesmerized in his grip. And I find I don't want to extract myself. His attentions tonight will be more fun than I've had in forever – the perfect rounding off of the day.

  “Hey, Movie Star, are you with us?” Sarge interrupts my daydream. He's good at that. “You still have to learn how to land without the pretty boy strapped on your back.”

  A round of sniggers passes through the group, especially the weekend girls who were all Valley girl crushing on me during the break.

  “What was he like?

  “Did he ask you out?

  “He's so freaking sexy

  “Fo sho, I'd do him behind the packing shed

  I felt like a real supermodel with them all questioning me. The cool girl in school that scored the quarterback.

  Sarge goes on and on about the way to land the chute, how to direct yourself toward the drop zone without crashing into any telephone towers and such. I know I ought to be focusing like my life depends on it, but it's hard.

  Because I keep thinking about Hunter as well. Rhino is exciting and glamorous, tinged with danger. A real bad boy I'd love to sample. But Hunter's gorgeous and ripped and kind. A guy you could take home to mother. Although I know my parents would be less than thrilled with his choice of profession.

  Still, I'm not here to meet a husband. I've got Alicia's wedding coming up for that, if I make it without splatting myself today. Isn't a wedding meant to be the best place to meet your future husband?

  That's so far in the future there's no harm in a little fun while I'm out of the city. Gossip free zone. I guess I'll just wait for this evening and see where the winds blows me. Let's hope it's at the safety zone, not slam bang into an electric pylon.

  I'm on edge for the remainder of the afternoon. The skydive team are going up to do another practice run and Rhino grabs me as they're heading out.

  “I'll stop by your hotel later,” he says, with a strange air of coolness toward me, all of a sudden. “We need to talk.”

  What? I'm getting the need to talk line before we've even had a date.

  “Wait. What is it? Tell me now or I'll be all edgy in the wrong way,” I say, all guile leaving me, wondering what he wants to say to me.

  “It's just that Hunter, my brother, he really likes you,” he says, looking behind over his shoulder.

  “He does? He hardly knows me.”

  “Yeah apparently he
does and he set up this weekend so he could get you out here and get to know you. I like you too but I would never do anything to hurt my kid brother.”

  “Oh. Wow.”

  I'm so shocked I don't know what to say. And Rhino's gaze is on my lips, and on my breasts which I notice are heaving up and down just from proximity to him. I do not want to spend my Saturday night sitting alone in my hotel room. Not after the massive high of today. Not the way my body fills with pressure every tie I'm close to these two guys. I'm ready to live even more dangerously.

  “So why don't we all three go out tonight,” I murmur.

  I'm a little shocked at my forwardness but Rhino seems to being out the naughty in me.

  “If that's okay with you guys.”

  He smiles and for a second I think he's going to kiss me. Oh god, I wish he would. I want to feel his mouth all over me more than anything. But I guess he has to be professional and one of his crew is waiting on him, not at all patiently.

  “Come on, Rhino,” she calls across the grass.

  “Okay, gotta go. We'll catch you later.”

  Before I can get a firmer commitment out of him, he's gone. Hunter is nowhere to be seen, having headed out in the first jeep, that lifts the guys to the Cessna.

  I head to my rental and drive back to the hotel. Once there, I swim in the pool to relax my enervated muscles then go straight to the sauna to lose whatever excess fluid weight I can manage in an hour. Back in my room, I shower and tidy every part of my body before slathering it with the hyacinth smelling cream the hotel has thoughtfully provided.

  Then I dig out the La Perla I had planned to leave in the room. Well tonight, it's coming out in full force. I'm glad I bought my newest set of black lace push up and thong. The quality is worth every penny and I'm certain it won't go unappreciated.

  Chapter Ten

  Hunter

  The second practice dive doesn't go nearly as well as the first. The squad come together like before and find the connection. But when Rhino dives for us, Justine let's go of my hand too soon and the circle comes undone, meaning the gap is too large for him to latch onto and complete. The team come apart and quickly reform for another attempt but it's too late for the stunt.

  Nothing bad happens of course. We're all fucking experts at this dangerous sport. We pull our chutes at the right moment and steer for the DZ. Rhino lands first and takes off without waiting, pissed as hell. More pissed than the mistake warrants.

  “What the fuck was that?” he shouts at Justine once we're all back at base and getting ready to take off for the evening.

  “Oh I don't know, maybe an error, maybe not. Don't fuck with me,” she replies, her message loaded.

  And this is why I told him not to shit where he eats.

  I saw Justine watching Rhino and Kendall all day. Noticing them, same as I did, getting close. And she's not as chill about it as me, or doesn't possess such good quality whiskey. She's letting her irritation take over and throwing a tantrum. It always surprises me how women do that. She's hardly likely to get what she wants by bitching at him and ruining his spotlight stunt.

  If someone isn't interested in you, why try to bully them into it? Let them be free to discover you're the one.

  By the time they've finished going at it hammer and nails, the rest of the team have split.

  “It'll all be sorted by tomorrow,” they say.

  “You go,” Rhino grits at me under his breath while Justine goes into the washroom to take off her suit, suddenly discovering her modesty when both of us have seen everything she has to offer on numerous occasions. That's like closing up the sale goods after the thief's taken the best.

  “Kendall's waiting at the hotel.”

  “For you,” I grit out.

  “No, I talked to her before the jump. She knows how you feel. She wants to go out with you.”

  “Don't fuck with me, man.”

  “Serious. Go. You'll see. She'll be happy you came.”

  “What about you? You're not sticking with this witch?”

  “Maybe I'll catch up with you later. Have fun.”

  I feel bad leaving Rhino to put up with Justine's bitch fit, but he got himself into that hot water, I guess only he can climb out. Just hope he doesn't get burned.

  Me, I'm over the moon about getting to spend some time with Kendall at long last. I get through a shit shower and shave routine faster than normal while still taking care to groom correctly. I want her to be thrilled with the package and not be making comparisons with my twin.

  When I arrive a the hotel, my dick pitches at the sight of her. She looks so fucking hot in a sexy short and swingy little dress and towering heels.

  She looks surprised that it's me and I'm sure she's looking over my shoulder expecting to see Rhino right behind me.

  “We had a problem with the stunt,” I tell her and her face falls in fear. “Nothing bad, Rhino had to take care of something.”

  “Oh. Is he going to be joining us?” she asks.

  Great. It is him she wants after all. He was either being kind or jerking me around.

  “Maybe later. Is that okay?”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  I settle her in the car and we're enroute to the bar, the convo slightly stilted as we talk about the people we mutually know in the city.

  “Kendall, let me come clean,” I say, when I come around to open her door and help her out, then toss the keys to the valet. “I wanted to meet you ever since Derek's party.”

  “Oh, you were there?”

  “Yeah and I should have just called you but I don't know, I guess I wanted to do something different than just hit you up for happy hour.”

  “That's so sweet,” she says.

  Damn.

  'Sweet'.

  Relegated to that location.

  With the 'nice' guys that never get laid.

  But then she twines both hands into the crook of my arm and we enter the bar together.

  I order the drinks and down mine fast. I'm actually a little nervous, facing this stunning girl that I've been lusting after for so long. So long. Really only a couple of weeks but that's an age in New York dating terms. She could have been through three relationships in that time.

  The place is jam packed and I know I'm going to have to slip the hostess at least a c-note to score us a table.

  “Can't we just stay at the bar?” Kendall says, her hand on my arm, her fingers curling into me.

  I order some appetizers from the bartender and another whiskey along with a bottle of champagne. I don't want her drinking cocktails and getting drunk from the lethal mixology. She pops a scallop into my mouth and runs her fingers along my lower lip.

  “I feel like dancing,” she says, her voice all kittenish.

  She sways side to side against my chest and it takes everything not to rip her dress up her legs and ravage her. Her tits shuffling back and forth across my bicep are driving me half mad with lust for her.

  “Did you have a good day in the end?”

  “Yeah, thanks to you. And it's getting better.”

  “I could make it much better.”

  “I'd like that.”

  It crosses my mind she's mixing me up with Rhino. We really do look exactly alike in facial features. But I forget about all that when I tip my head down and plant a kiss on her mouth. Just like that. Just like I've imagined for the past few weeks except she tastes even better than all my thoughts conjured up.

  “Hunter,” she murmurs

  “Yeah,” I husk, having a hard time keeping my desire for her body under control. I'd like to drag her into the washroom and push her up against the wall. Hike that dress up her thighs and slide between her folds.

  “Can we go home?”

  “Are you tired, baby?”

  “Not at all. I want to see your home.”

  I know that Rhino's probably on his way here now so I feel a little bad ditching him. But he'll make out just fine like always. I'm not reckless enough to drive afte
r drinking so we leave the car and grab a taxi, dropping people off.

  Thank fuck it's a short ride because I can't keep my hands off her. By the time I pay the driver, who's trying not to smirk and failing, we're ready to roll.

  Kendall claws at my belt as I deal with the key to the door. Once it's open, I reach for her and pull her hard into me. She comes crashing into my chest and I claim her mouth properly. We stand there on the step, tongues clashing in fierce need, hands everywhere at once. I waited this long, imagining I would take it slow with Kendall, savor her delectable body like a fragile flower.

  Instead I want to tear into her. I want to suck her and lick her and bite every part of her. I want to pound into her pussy and destroy her. I drag her through the door, kick it closed behind me and ram her up against it. My hands come down on either side of her face, caging her in as I delve into her mouth again. Taking her with the same force I want to use to push inside her pussy with.

  Waiting this long has set me livid with need for her. Like a starving man I slide the straps of her dress down her shoulders and only slow down when I'm briefly stunned by the sight of her perfect round breasts cupped in the diaphanous black lace.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kendall

  Hunter yanks my dress down over my torso and gazes ravenously at my breasts like a wolf looks at a caged chicken. Job done – thank you, La Perla.

  I hadn't expected this to happen quite so fast between him and me. But the yearning of desire came over me and I thought, why not? And anyway, my date basically stood me up. Hunter let something slip about Rhino dealing with a girl on the team. There's only one girl and I saw how she looked at me earlier.

  I guess he decided she was the better option. Or maybe he decided to leave me to his brother who liked me first. Either way, I'm not at all disappointed with how things turned out and are shaping up to be even better.

  I'm a sensual woman and I want to express that. You can't withhold yourself because you think you have to be a good girl, or behave correctly. What good is it being an independent woman, proud of her body, if you're going to act like a nun, or your mother? My body, like life, is meant to be pleasured and today showed me it's damn time to get on with the gratification.