Page 34 of Confessions of an Apache Pilot

I woke the next morning to Laura shaking me. I rolled over and saw the wild grin on her face. She put her finger over her mouth and made a ‘shhh’ gesture, then pointed over my shoulder. Yawning, I slowly rolled over. Just my luck, Sheppard was sleeping next to me. When I’d told Scott that bed was taken I hadn’t been planning to save it for Mark, but a secret part of me was happy he’d chosen to sleep next to me. I blushed slightly and flopped onto my back. Laura was sitting upright, covering her mouth with one hand, and frantically pointing with the other. I glanced over again to see what was so funny.

Now that I was waking up more, I was becoming more observant. Sheppard was laying on his back. He was sleeping in his PT uniform, and his blanket had fallen off. He was hard asleep. And that wasn’t the only thing hard. My eyes widened as I got a good look at him. Somehow, his size hadn’t registered the other night when I’d been rubbing my body against his. It looked like someone had shoved a Pringles can down his shorts. Now I could hear Laura and Karolyn both giggling.

Did the man have no flaws? I caught myself wondering how a dick that size would feel? Amazing. Toe-curlingly delicious. Life altering. With a small squeak of either embarrassment or desire—I honestly wasn’t sure which it was—I tried to shove the thoughts out of my head. It wasn’t fair. How was a girl supposed to resist him when he was damn near perfect in every way? Why couldn’t he just have a regular, average sized dick? Hell, even a micro penis would do. It wouldn’t be as much fun to sleep with him, but at least I’d catch a small break. I fought back a giggle at my inadvertent pun.

Laura whispered to me, “I think he likes sleeping next to you.”

Mark stirred slightly and opened his eyes. He turned his head and pinned me with a sleepy, slightly confused look. My eyes practically jumped out of my head as I snapped them up from his dick. Heat crawled over my skin and I knew I was blushing a furious red. He’d just caught me drooling over what he had in his pants while he was sleeping. The horror forced me to roll over and look into Laura’s wide eyes. Unsure of what to say, I opted to remain silent. I’d already stuck my foot in my mouth without ever uttering a word. There was no need to make it worse.

I heard a grunt behind me and, ‘whoops’ as Mark shifted around. I decided that now was a good time to not be here. Last thing I wanted was to talk to him right after being caught looking at his…bulge.

It’s massive! My inner thoughts wouldn’t leave it be.

I shoved that thought out of my head, along with any others that tried to stray toward thinking about Mark's dick again, and found Laura grinning even wider. She started to waggle her eyebrows at me. I scrunched my face up at her and stuck my tongue out. She wasn’t going to ever let me live it down once she heard about our kiss from the other night. It was why I hadn’t told her yet. That and I was still sort of savoring it just for myself. Mark didn’t seem like the type to kiss and tell, so I knew my secret was safe until I was ready to spill the beans.

Sliding out from under my blanket, making sure to keep my back to him, I slipped my sandals on and grabbed my bag. I quickly made my way to the changing room.

What I wouldn’t give for an ice cold shower. No woman deserved to wake up to a greeting like that while unable to take the man up on the unspoken offer.

CHAPTER 20

Mark

Iheard giggling and slowly opened my eyes. I’d seen Jen as we were heading out on a mission, so I knew the MED crews had made it down. There hadn’t been time to speak with her, even though all I’d wanted to do was drag her off somewhere and finish that kiss we’d shared. Every move I made had her running off, I had to stand still and wait, then grab her before she could run.

I hadn’t expected her to react that way and it completely threw me off my game. I had been so exhausted after the fight, and she was the last thing I expected. All I could do as she’d run away that night was groan. I’d had my lips on hers and fucking blew it.

We’d done our best not to wake anyone coming in last night, but it was a small, cramped room and we’d still woken up a few people. Jen had been out cold, though.

Santos, the conniving bastard that he was, made sure to keep the cot next to Jen clear. When we came in, the others didn’t make the slightest attempt to claim it. Nope, without speaking a word they all conspired to make sure it was mine. Not that I wouldn’t have claimed it anyways, I just wanted more discretion. Jen had hardly budged when I came in and laid down.

I heard the ‘shh’ over the giggles. They were trying to stay quiet, but failing. What were they laughing at? I blinked a few times and turned my head toward the noise. A few feet away was Jen. She looked like I’d just caught her stealing cookies from the cookie jar. I don’t think I’d ever seen someone blush so hard and turn so fast to avoid me.

I sat up and realized that some of me was already standing at attention. “Whoops,” I muttered, reaching down and tucking my dick away. At least now she knew what I was working with. I wondered if that was something that would convince a woman who was doing her damnedest to avoid me, that maybe there was a better choice.

Time to get up, I guess.

I made my way to the bathroom, took a piss, washed, and woke up enough not to stumble on the way back. It’d taken me hours to fall asleep after laying down. Part of it was because I was amped after the mission. The other part had to do with the woman laying so close to me I could practically feel the heat radiating off her body. I’d wanted to crawl into her cot with her and work off the adrenaline surging through my body.

When I walked back into the room everyone was crowded around a new source of entertainment. Brady. Sarah’s cot was next to Brady’s. She was watching with a horrified look on her face. Everyone else that was awake was sitting on their bunks observing the spectacle.

Watching Brady sleep was an experience all unto itself. He would draw in a deep, crackling snore of breath, then proceed to choke, cough, curse, and whatever the fuck that last noise was on the exhale. It sounded something like, “Snuurrrk, ugh ooff, FUCK, memememe.” Over and over again.

It was always a source of amazement for people who had never heard it. I went back to my cot and dropped my toiletry bag on the floor underneath it.

Nick was looking from Brady to me and back, trying to formulate the question that most people asked after they’d heard his snoring. Jen was still too busy inspecting the floor and attempting not to make eye contact to ask any questions.

Nick finally asked me, “What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s allergic to oxygen,” I said, with no trace of sarcasm in my voice. “He also has a need to be the center of attention at all times.”

Brady finally choked himself awake and flailed about trying to sit up. He coughed several times. “Fuck, you people are too loud.” He rolled back over and smashed his pillow over his head trying to shut out the sounds of the world so he could get more sleep.

“That's my cue to get out of here and scrounge up some food.” I said. There was no chow hall here, just MRE’s and snacks that were air dropped every few days. MRE’s were Meals Ready to Eat. A prepackaged meal that had a ten-year shelf life and was devoid of flavor. I dug through the boxes and settled on one labeled Chicken, Chunked. It was basically what you would find in a can of chicken, only in a bag and wetter. I grabbed a bag of cookies to help offset the flavor. Breakfast of champions.

I found a table—really a stack of pallets—outside by the aircraft and sat down. A door slammed behind me, followed by grumbling and muttering. Brady must have given up on sleep and left the building.

This might work to my advantage.

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