Jett dropped the pillow and reared his head back. It wouldn’t hurt to give up some control, he reasoned. Shortly after, he was unable to think at all. He could only feel...and what he felt was too wonderful for words or to be believed.
A test of stamina ensued and, after a long while, Jett had a sinking suspicion he was just on the verge of losing. So he did what any other man would do: he cheated. In one big burst of strength, he extracted Sydney from her loving worship and plopped her back over onto her stomach and snatched the pillowcases off the pillow.
Faster than the average cowboy could hogtie a calf, Jett strapped Sydney’s arms to the bedpost. When he was done, he sat and watched her lovely rear wiggle and jiggle as she struggled to break free.
“I wasn’t finished,” she whined already beginning to settle down.
“Neither am I,” he promised and then stood from the bed.
“Wait. Where are you going?”
The room filled with his rich laughter. “Don’t worry. I’m not leaving you.”
She listened as his feet padded away and hoped he was a man of his word. Not because she didn’t want the cleaning staff to find her in this position, but because she needed satisfaction to an ache of his making.
At his return, a wicked smile curved his lips.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, climbing back onto the bed.
She wiggled again. “What do you think?”
She sighed and purred at the feel of Jett’s large hands roaming and caressing her upturned tush, her inner thigh, and then finally grazing the V of curls between her legs.
Sydney spread her legs wide, hoping to give him better access to her pulsing bud.
“That’s right. Open up, baby.” He bent forward and kissed the curve of her back. His hand teased her three sensitive spots while her legs slid wider.
“Please,” she begged when she could no longer stand the torture.
“Please what, baby?” He kissed her back again.
“Please I need you,” she panted.
“You do?” He slid a finger deep into her warm, damp heat.
Sydney’s head lifted off the bed as she emitted a long sigh. When Jett’s hand remained still a wild anxiousness took hold of her and she shifted her weight so she could rock her body against his hand.
“That’s right, baby. Show me what you can do.”
That was all the encouragement she needed to find her own frenzied rhythm. As a reward, he slipped in another finger. While his light kisses turned into small bites, Sydney could feel and hear how wet she was and the small kisses he rained across her back had her mind soaring through the clouds.
Her orgasm shook her body like an earthquake and her legs trembled with aftershocks.
“No rest for the weary, my love.” He positioned himself behind her and ripped open the condom packet he’d retrieved from his pants pocket. Quickly, he slid on the latex and he clamped his hands around her waist for support as he entered her with one deep thrust.
Sydney gasped and pulled on her restraints. However, whenever she moved her tight body, Jett’s grip tightened and his toes curled.
This was what he’d dreamed of since the first day he’d met her. Now that their bodies were joined together, he became an animal. Desperate and hungry.
“Oh, yes,” she croaked, thrusting back in the same frantic pace he’d set. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
A light sheen of sweat covered their bodies and caused the already slick silk sheets to stick.
“Are you coming, baby?”
Was she ever! She’d never had sex like this in her life. She’d only dreamed of it and couldn’t believe that it was actually happening.
Sydney’s sharp, soft sighs quickened. Her next orgasm unfurled and slammed into soul while tears of joy rolled down her eyes.
Teeth clenched, Jett was mindless to all but their thunderous rhythm and sparks of fireworks. With one final thrust, lightning flashed behind his eyes and his body exploded like a thunderclap.
Panting, he unwound the pillowcases from the bedpost and then collapsed down beside her. “That was-”
“Incredible,” Sydney slithered close and then curled up beside him.
Jett turned onto his side so he could meet her gaze. “You are incredible.”
She smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“One does what one can.”
They laughed and then another round of lovemaking ensued where they tried to take things slow. But it didn’t work out. This time, Jett found himself submissive beneath her.
When Sydney was done, the new lovers snuggled together and sprinkled kisses over one another. In between, they talked about their past, their losses and even shared some hopes and dreams for the future.
Jett held her while he whispered sweet nothings. He couldn’t believe the jewel he’d unearthed. Somehow someway this woman had touched a part of him he’d never known existed. Now that he’d found her, he was going to hold onto her at all cost.
At long last, Sydney’s eyes grew heavy with sleep just as sunlight streamed into the room. Jett Colton was the best birthday gift she could have hoped for and one that she had no intention of ever returning.
Chapter 18
Sydney’s birthday date turned into a birthday weekend extravaganza where the two new lovers rarely ventured outside their hotel suite at The Palm. The bed, the Jacuzzi, the shower-Jett and Sydney made love everywhere and still couldn’t get enough.
When they returned to Nellis Air Base late Sunday night, Weasel caught sight of them sneaking in together and made note she wore the same dress she’d left in Friday night. That was all it took to set tongues wagging.
For the first time in her life, Sydney had acted without thinking of the consequences. At every turn some jerk had a snide remark about her and Jett. She and Jett agreed to deny the charges and claim only to be friends, but no one bought their story. The teasing and snickering grew so bad Sydney feared that even Maj. Maxwell would have to address the issue.
Yet, after three weeks passed, she finally allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief.
Niecy remained silent though her expression seemed permanently pinched with disappointment.
“I want to see you tonight,” Jett whispered behind her as they marched in the back of the line toward their hanger for today’s flight test.
Sydney glanced around in fear that one of their colleagues had overheard him. When it looked as if they were in the clear, she hissed back. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Let me rephrase that. I need you tonight.”
Sydney fought the smile tugging at her lips. “The answer is still ‘no’.”
“C’mon. I want to try that thing you did with the-”
“Jett!” She stopped and swiveled around to pierce him with a daring glare. Judging by the smile on his face, he mistook her darkening face as embarrassment instead of anger.
“Capt. Garrett and Lt. Colton,” Maj. Maxwell barked. “Do we have a problem?”
Now, Sydney’s face colored with embarrassment. She turned around and refaced her squadron only to discover them in line formation before the hanger and their eyes glued to her and Jett. “Uh, no, sir.” She saluted. “There is no problem, sir.”
“Good.” Maxwell folded his arms. “Then maybe you two love birds would like to join the rest of the class?”
Completely humiliated, Sydney saluted again.
“Yes, sir,” she and Jett boomed in unison and raced to fall in line.
Maxwell paced before the small group with his irritation still etched on his face. “Today class, we’re going to begin training in the B-2 Spirit Stealth Bomber. The B-2 is a low-observable, strategic, long-range, heavy bomber capable of penetrating sophisticated and dense air-defense shields. It is capable of all-altitude attack missions up to 50,000ft, and has the ability to fly to any point in the world within hours.”
Sydney’s eyes roamed over the sleek black plane and could feel t
he familiar nervous anxiety race through her veins.
“The cockpit accommodates a two-man crew. It is equipped electronic flight instrumentation system (EFIS), which displays flight, engine and sensor data and avionics systems and weapons status. The pilot can choose to activate the appropriate selection of flight and mission equipment for take-off mode, go-to-war mode and landing mode by using a simple three-way switch.”
The entire squadron absorbed every word Maj. Maxwell said about the B-2 stealth plane. The most impressive fact, though it has many, was the plane’s ability to avoid radar detection. Sydney couldn’t wait to get behind the controls of the high supersonic aircraft.
“Okay,” Maj. Maxwell said, ending his speech. “I need for everyone to team up. “Capt. Garrett?”
Sydney snapped to a salute. “Yes, sir.”
“Pick someone other than your boyfriend.”
She blinked and worked her jaw, but actual words eluded her.
“Is that a problem, Capt. Garrett?”
“Sir, no, sir.”
“Good. Everyone strap up.”
There was an unmistakable titter of laughter within the ranks while everyone selected their partner. Sydney somehow found the strength to keep her head held high as she stepped out of formation. She didn’t dare glance in Jett’s direction even though she could feel his heavy gaze on her.
She ended up teaming with Lt. Johnson while Jett looked disappointed to partner with Capt. Post. Strange, but Sydney noticed Johnson seemed distant—aloof even. Whenever, he spotted her with Jett, she was sure she read disappointment in his features. Had Niecy been right about him? Had he been interested in her?
The day’s mission was to just log time in the B-2 Spirit, but that didn’t mean the pilots didn’t get their chance to test what a forty-five million dollar plane could do.
As much as Sydney loved the F-16, it took her less than two seconds to find a tender spot for the B-2. The moment she was strapped in, she felt as if she’d been cast into a science fiction movie. The huge intimidating plane was not made of metal but of a composite material that reduced the overall weight of the aircraft.
At liftoff, Sydney couldn’t believe the speed and the power the plane exuded. Rocketing at supersonic speed and maneuvering this way and that felt more like an aphrodisiac than a training mission.
Everyone felt it.
The men were juiced with extra testosterone and Sydney’s legs quivered as bad as when she lay writhing beneath Jett in their silk sheet haven at The Palm.
Now she needed him.
When she was stripping out of G-suit in the locker room, she quickly jotted a note. However, she chose the wrong time to pass it to him when they returned to the classroom.
“Thank you, Captain Garrett,” Maj. Maxwell plucked the folded paper from her hands. “I’m sure this is an interested bit of literature that the rest of the class would enjoy.”
Sydney groaned and shrunk in her chair as another titter of laughter encircled around her. To her great relief, Maj. Maxwell didn’t open the letter and read it aloud as he’d threatened. Instead, he continued his lecture on the B-2 Spirit for another hour.
When class finally ended, Maxwell instructed her and Jett to stay seated.
Once the room had cleared and only three-member party remained, Major Maxwell pulled up a seat. “Does this place look like a high school to you?”
“No, sir,” Sydney and Jett barked back.
“I think it does.” He pulled Sydney’s letters from his pants pocket and carefully unfolded it.
Sydney fought the urge to dive across her desk and snatched the paper from his hands. Instead, she sat there and watched him as he read all the things Sydney wanted to do Jett when she next got him alone.
As long as it took, Sydney was certain he’d read her fantasy a few times. When he was done, he handed the letter over Lt. Colton.
“You sound very talented, Capt. Garrett.”
“Yes, sir,” she responded automatically; but when Maj. Maxwell’s bushy eyebrows lifted with blatant humor, she realized what she’d she said, “Uh, I mean-no, sir.” That wasn’t right either—was it?
Major Maxwell lifted a silencing hand to let her off the hook. “I’m old school,” he admitted. “If you ask me the integrating of the sexes has turned out to be one big headache. I recognized that you two are consenting adults and you are free to do whatever it is you two do behind closed doors; but when you’re on my time, I expected your best in the sky as well as the classroom. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Sydney and Jett atoned.
“Very well.” Maj. Maxwell stood. “Dismissed.”
“We have cool it,” Sydney declared marching toward the housing. Tears of humiliation burned the backs of her eyes.
“C’mon. It’s not that serious.” Jett chuckled behind her. “We just have to play things a little closer to the vest. That’s all.” He snuck a quick pinch of her butt.
Sydney nearly jumped out of her skin. “What the hell is the matter with you?” she backed and whipped her head around to see who was watching. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed, and then quickened her pace toward her destination.
“Aw. Loosen up. Class is over.”
Sydney shook her head. How could she have forgotten how different they were? Jett was a great pilot but his devil may care attitude would likely limit his advancement more than anything. She didn’t just want to be a fighter pilot; she wanted to be the best. That’s all she’s ever wanted.
“Syd?”
She stopped and turned to look at him with the full intention to break it off; but the moment she met his beautiful golden gaze, she rather rip out her own tongue than to break things off.
Jett seemed to know his power over her and slid on his goofiest smile. “I promise from now on to be on my best behavior.”
The war between her head and her heart raged. For the first time ever, logic lost the war. “No more sexual advances in class.”
“I promise.” He stepped forward as if he was about to embrace her.
“And no more improper touching in public.”
Jett frowned. “In public—ever?”
Okay, she didn’t like that one either. “Not on the base.”
He thought it over. “Agreed. As long as you don’t pass any more sexually explicit notes in class.”
An image of Maj. Maxwell lobster-red face as he read her letter flashed before her eyes. “That is definitely a deal.”
“Good. It’s a Friday night. How about I meet you at Studio 54 about midnight?”
“I don’t know,” she groaned, desperately wanting to say ‘no’, but dying to say ‘yes’. “What if we’re seen?”
“So? After today the whole squad definitely knows we’re seeing each other. We just agreed to be professional on base. Now, what happens in Vegas-”
“I know. I know.”
“So what do you say?”
She hesitated. There was one week left of training and there was no way she could resist him that long.
“Who knows,” Jett said in low whisper. “I might even let you see me naked.”
“Hey,” she reprimanded with a wave of her finger. “You promised.”
“Midnight?”
She drew a deep breath and finally gave in. “Midnight.”
Studio 54 located at the spectacular MGM Grand proved to be just as breathtaking as Rain. The moment Sydney entered the building it was if she’d been transported back in time to the infamous nightclub of the seventies.
“Care to dance?” a male voice inquired from behind.
She turned around to refuse the offer but stopped in her tracks when she realized it was Lt. Johnson.
“Oh, are you talking to me again?”
He shrugged casually. “Sorry about that but I guess my jealousy got the best of me.”
Stunned, she blinked up at him.
“But if you ever change your mind about Colton, I hope you look me up.”
“I thoug
ht you were my date this evening?” Jett asked, brushing his body against hers.
Sydney jumped and then turned toward him. “Uh, Lt. Johnson just asked me--”
“It’s alright,” Johnson interrupted. “Maybe another time.” He winked and then disappeared into the crowd.
“I don’t like that guy,” Jett said.
Sydney said nothing. She was too stunned. Instead, she looped her arms around Jett’s neck and tuned out the upbeat dance track booming from the DJ box, instead she and Jett moved as though grooving to a slow jam.
“You’re all mine,” Jett whispered. The moment he’d said words he realized he meant them. So rarely had life given him something to hold onto and now that he held this gem he had no desire to ever let her go.
Something about the way Jett looked at Sydney had her re-evaluating her life plan. Whenever she was in his arms, she envisioned the white-picket fence and two and half children. Such things were alien to her. There was something magical about the night. Them standing in the center of the floor with smoke billowing around.
They danced for hours and then at the bar, Jett talked her into trying her first ever ‘Hurricane’.
“Trust me. You’re going to love it,” he promised.
And she did—at least the first one. On the second drink, her whole world turned blurry. There was more dancing, more laughing. Vaguely, she remembered them moving to the casino floor there was quite a few questionable betting going on. But none of it explained how she woke up Saturday morning in a MGM suite naked...except for the silver band on her left hand.
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