by B. B. Hamel
I didn’t go looking for him, but I also didn’t stop thinking about him. I kept feeling his skin against mine, his lips against my soaking spot working me, pushing me, making me go further than I thought I ever would. With him, it was always right.
I moved on. I found someone new. He was history.
History never seems to want to stay dead.
When I went running back to him, needing his help but hating myself for turning to him, I knew it was only a matter of time.
It was only a matter of time until he had me down on my knees, dripping wet and begging for more, my mind a blank, my lips wide open, his fingers sliding along my skin.
I’d melt into a puddle for him, and he’d ask for more from me.
He knew I couldn’t say no. Worse, he knew I didn’t want to say no.
That cocky bastard. That total asshole.
He disappeared once on me, leaving me brokenhearted. I thought I moved on.
But as soon as I went running back to him, I knew I was going to get sucked back in.
I needed to survive the people that were after me, and then I needed to survive him.
1
Piper
Destination weddings suck.
Everyone knows it. Nobody has a destination wedding and thinks that they’re doing everyone else a favor. Destination weddings are expensive, difficult, and a pain in the butt.
Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t exactly turn my back on Lauren. We’d known each other since high school and I promised her way back when in gym class that I’d be her maid of honor. Apparently, promises made in gym class are sacred, because I booked that ticket, bought that dress, and drove to the airport.
Hawaii was going to be beautiful, at least. I leaned back in my seat, taking a deep breath of stale airplane air. I hated flying, but I had no other choice. It wasn’t like I could drive a car across the ocean. Well, maybe a boat, but that would take forever.
I sighed, glancing down at the crappy gossip magazine I bought in the airport terminal to help tide me over on the long flight.
Things were going to be okay, I kept telling myself. This was going to be a beautiful wedding. So what if the plane ticket cost me like half my savings? Lauren was my best friend, and she’d do it for me. I was going to this wedding and I was going to be the best maid of honor imaginable, even if that was the last thing I really wanted to do.
I glanced up and watched the people filter onto the flight. I could feel the plane bounce as the bag guys tossed the luggage into the plane’s holding compartment. Families in Hawaiian shirts filtered on, looking pale and happy, ready for their vacation. I willed myself to feel that same way, trying to dispel any negativity lurking in the back of my mind.
As it turned out, being the weather girl for a local news station didn’t pay a whole lot. I could just barely afford my New York apartment, and every day was a struggle to figure out how I was going to find some novel combination of clothes to wear the next morning on screen.
I never imagined I’d end up as a weather girl. I went to UC Berkeley to study Earth Sciences, and thought I’d end up trying to save the world or something like that. Instead, my uncle got me a job working for the network, and eventually I ended up in front of the camera. Sure, I still did actual forecasting work behind the scenes, but it wasn’t exactly my dream job. I made the best of it, and even enjoyed it sometimes, but I did find myself thinking about other possibilities of what I could be doing with myself.
None of that mattered, though. I was a poor, struggling weather girl going to her best friend’s wedding. That was everything about me. I was boring and normal otherwise, maybe a little nerdy, maybe a little quiet.
The last of the passengers began to filter on. I watched as they walked past, one after the other, until I spotted him.
He nearly took my breath away. He was tall and strikingly handsome with a strong jawline, bright green eyes, tousled hair, and slight stubble along his cheeks. His body was muscular, and the guy clearly worked out. He had one a pair of perfectly-fitting jeans, a tight white T-shirt, and a camouflage backpack, the kind you saw soldiers carrying.
As he moved down the aisle, he caught my eye. I felt totally frozen as a slight grin spread across his face. He moved past me, and a chill ran down my spine.
I turned and watched him sit down a few seats back. He was the last person on, and so the flight attendants were moving down the aisle, making sure everything was okay.
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.
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 in 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. Lauren’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.
“Pipes, this is Gates. Gates, Pipes. She’s the maid of honor.”
“Good to meet you,” I said to her, smiling.
“Same.”
She let me put her bags in the trunk and climbed into the back. I got into the passenger side.
“Ready, kids?” he asked.
“Let’s roll,” I said.
Greg pulled out into traffic. I glanced back at Piper and grinned as the wind whipped her hair. She didn’t seem to mind, though, and smiled back at me.
“You two have a good flight?” Greg asked.
“Perfect,” Piper said. “Except there was this creepy guy that kept flirting with the flight attendants.”
I stared at her for a second then burst out laughing. “I didn’t see any creeps,” I said.
“Oh, he was hard to miss. Soldier type. Big camo backpack, thought he was the coolest thing in the world.”
“Sounds like an okay guy to me.” I smirked at her. “Are you jealous that he was flirting with that stewardess and not with you?”
“Not at all,” she said.
“That sounds like a lie to me.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“I’m a Navy SEAL, you know. I’m trained for these things.”
“Oh, are you?” She smiled. “You just seemed like a muscle-brained jock to me.”
“Ouch,” I said, still smiling. I liked her fire. I had to admit, it excited me way more than that vapid stewardess had. “Truth is, I’m very good at advanced interrogation techniques. I’d love to show you sometime.”
“No, thanks. I’m not into torture.”
“Don’t worry. I’d make it fun.”
She rolled her eyes. Greg started to laugh.
“Okay,” he said. “Enough of that. Be nice. You two have to get along at this wedding or Lauren will fucking castrate me.”
“Thought she already did?” I asked him.
“Funny,” he said. “Just behave. Got it?”
“Aye aye,” I said, glancing back at Piper.
She smiled up at me, and in that moment I knew exactly what she wanted.
The girl wanted to fuck me.
Despite that prissy attitude, she wanted to suck my thick cock until I fucked her rough from behind. I knew she was probably sitting back there, dripping wet and imagining all the fucking dirty shit I’d do to her body.
Right then and there, I knew I was going to give her what she wanted. Fuck that stewardess, I didn’t need her. Piper was the only girl that I wanted to taste at this wedding, and I was going to get what I wanted.
Greg drove us back to the hotel where we dropped Piper off. She left with a smile and a wave, though her gaze lingered on me for a second. When she was gone, Greg sighed.
“Fuck, man,” he said. “Why are you always such an asshole?”
“To be fair, she did start it.”
“I don’t care. That’s Lauren’s best friend. Like I don’t get enough shit as it is.”
“Sorry if I blew up your spot, man. But I’m not the type to take shit like that.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He grinned at me. “You ready for this?”
“Ready for what?”
“Bachelor party time, motherfucker.”
I laughed. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. It’s last minute, but I waited for you. The guys are already at the bar getting fucked up in my honor.”
“Well then, soldier, we can’t keep them waiting.”
He laughed, put the car into gear, and pulled out. We sped off into the hot Hawaii day, an afternoon and night of debauchery waiting for us.
But despite that, I just kept thinking about Piper. That attitude, those looks, those fucking lips. Maybe I’d been in the damn desert for too long, but Piper had somehow infected my brain, and all I could think about was getting her into my hotel room.
I was going to make that happen, and she was going to thank me for it.
3
Piper
I was so exhausted that I crashed almost as soon as I got into my hotel room. I stopped off to check in on Lauren first, but she was too busy getting swarmed by relatives to notice if I was around or not. So I went back to my big comfy bed and collapsed.
I slept straight through the night, and had one dream. In it, Gates took me by the hand, smiling that cocky smile, and dragged me into a tiny bathroom. He kissed along my neck, and even though I called him an asshole and a jerk, he just kept going. Soon, I was moaning as he fucked me, his cock thick and deep between my legs.
I woke up around five in the morning, completely rested and soaking wet.
I rolled over onto my side, trying to forget about that dream. It had been so intense and vivid. I didn’t know why I kept thinking about Gates like that. He was a total jerk and a cocky asshole, but that didn’t seem to matter. All I kept thinking about was his handsome face, his ripped body, his confident smile.
He was a Navy SEAL. That was impressive all by itself. He clearly wasn’t some empty-headed soldier, since you couldn’t be stupid and still become a SEAL. They had incredibly high standards for the SEALs, and I knew that only the best of the best could become one. They went through some serious training, and I believed him when he said that he knew some things that would impress me.
I couldn’t think about that as I got dressed. I headed over to Lauren’s room around seven and the marathon morning of hair and makeup began.
It was a total whirlwind. Lauren’s relatives were coming and going and the other bridesmaids were busy making jokes and laughing about who they were going to sleep with. We started drinking around ten, and although I limited myself to one glass of champagne, the other girls were pretty tipsy by the time the ceremony came around.
I had to admit, it was gorgeous. For all my mental complaining about destination weddings, and how much I dreaded it all, I was incredibly impressed. More people showed up than I would have guessed, and every chair was taken as everyone gathered out on the beach. The sand was perfect, smooth, and white, and the waves lapped against the shore in a gentle rhythm.
I liked her almost-husband, Greg. He was a soldier, too, and a really good guy. I’d never seen someone so devoted to someone else before, and although Greg could be a hothead at times, I really did like him. I knew they were a good match.
I stood next to Lauren just before everything about to begin. I smiled at her.
“Ready?” I asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“No second thoughts?”
She laughed. “More like fifth and sixth thoughts.”
“Please don’t run away.”
“I won’t. I’m going to marry that man.”
“Good.” I smiled at her. “See you out there.”
I hurried to m
y place, and everything began.
Greg looked nervous, but that was to be expected. I couldn’t pay much attention to him, though, since I kept stealing glances at Gates.
He was wearing his dress uniform, and he looked so damn handsome. He kept looking at me, smiling at me, and I kept looking away. I couldn’t get too distracted by that asshole, even if I wanted to. Still, in that uniform, I knew Gates could get any girl he wanted. And for some reason, he kept looking at me.
Soon, Lauren walked down the aisle, and the priest started in with the ceremony. It was really lovely, short but perfect. I had to admit, I had tears in my eyes when they kissed.
Everything felt like a blur, it just happened so fast. The beautiful beach, the beautiful people, the beautiful ceremony, it was all just so perfect. I couldn’t believe it, but I was actually becoming a destination wedding convert right there that afternoon.
Eventually, the ceremony ended, and the guests began to head back toward the hotel for the reception.
“Picture time!” Lauren announced, grabbing my hand. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To the beach. Greg and Gates are going to join us.”
“Oh,” I said. “Gates?”
“Of course. You’re the maid of honor and he’s the best man. You have to get pictures together.”
“Right. Obviously.”
Lauren gave me a look. “You okay, Pipes?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I gave her my best weather girl fake smile. “I’m just so happy for you.”
She looked at me for a second, and I knew she saw right through me. “Come on,” she said, choosing not to push. “Let’s go.”
She took my arm and I followed her along, relieved that we didn’t have to have that conversation. It was her wedding, anyway, and I didn’t want to be another issue that she had to deal with.
The photographer was standing with Gates and Greg. The two boys looked handsome, though Gates was two inches taller, much broader, and just looked more rugged, despite the dress uniform. Lauren deposited me next to him, and the photographer began to position us.