Page 13 of Spring Break with a Pilot

Entering the guest house, I head to the bathroom. “I’m going to shower, you can… have it next.”

Standing under the water, I lean my head against the wall. This is not what I wanted. I want him. I’d told myself I was going after what I wanted, for me for a change. I was going to invite him into the shower with me. I was going to seduce him.

I’ve seen the interest in his eyes. We’re both consenting adults. Yes, this is a dangerous situation going up against powerful people. But life is short and I’m tired of regrets. I’d rather deal with an ‘I’m not interested’ than to never have tried. Yet here I am, by myself because I chickened out. If I could do it over again.

“Melia,” he calls from the other side of the door. “I used the last of the shampoo and forgot to put the new bottle in the shower.”

Heart pounding. “Will you bring it in and…join me?”

Heart racing, I wait for the door to open. He finally walks in, naked except for towel wrapped low around his hips, shampoo in one hand a condom peeking between two fingers of the other, and stops on the other side of the glass panel.

“They call me Silk because I wear silk jockeys. I like the feel. The guys in Ranger training gave me the call sign as a take-off of being smooth with the ladies. What they don’t know is I don’t screw as often as they think. Sometime a woman just wants company and a little conversation. To feel seen.

“I haven’t been in a serious relationship since my senior year of high school. I’m not a choir boy but I’m also not a player.”

I can’t help but smile. “I already figured that out, Silk. But I don’t know your real name.”

“Rhys.”

“Rhys, I’ve only done this a couple times myself. Because of what happened with my mom, I’m on the shots. I don’t think you’re a player. I’d like you to join me.”

Dropping the towel he steps in, puts the shampoo on the shelf behind me, cups my face in his hands, and kisses me. Gentle, sweet, almost cautious.

I slide my palms down his sides. The ridges and bumps under the torso-long phoenix tattoo that decorates his side surprise me. “What happened here?”

“I was hit by some shrapnel. Scars were kind of ugly. I covered them up.”

“It feels like a lot of damage.”

He shrugs. “I was lucky that Doc was there. He saved my life. He was a doctor before he joined the rangers and knows a whole lot of shit. I-I’d like you to meet him. He’s a great guy. I’d like you to meet the whole team.”

I cup his face in my palms. “I’d like that. Right now, I’d like you to kiss me.”

One hand at the back of my head, he twines his fingers in my hair. He lowers his lips to mine. Sucking, licking, nibbling my lower lip before breaching my barrier. His kiss is gentle yet demanding. Consuming and worshiping.

“Damn, you’re so sweet. Just like I knew you’d be.” He lowers his lips, kissing a path across my chin to my neck, over my shoulder. Cupping one breast he teases my nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I immediately harden. He kisses a path across the swell of my breast, before dropping to his knees and sucking my nipple. Desire is like lightning bolts striking my core, sending spikes of need blazing through me.

He worships one breast then the other. “Lean your shoulders against the wall,” he demands.

Sliding his arms between my legs, he lifts my thighs onto his shoulders and consumes my pussy. Licking, sucking, fucking me with his tongue. “I want you to come for me, sweetness. I want you to come hard.”

He slides two fingers into me while sucking and I explode.

“Oh my god,” I cry out. He holds me as I come down from the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had. I don’t even realize he’s crooning to me as he washes my body, hair and then dries me off. Setting me on the countertop, he gently brushes and dries my hair, before carrying me to bed. Slipping in behind me he cuddles me against his warm body.

A hint of morning light across my eyelids draws my attention, seconds before the warm body pressed to my back registers. At my subtle shift, his slightly calloused hand cups my breast and the obvious pole of his desire pushes against my buttocks.

Sliding his palm downward he cups my mound and teases my clit with two fingers. “Need you.”

I wiggle my butt against him. “Take me.”

9

Silk

Never have I wanted a woman like I want her.

I’m no saint. I’ve had my fair share of women, but I’ve just comforted and encouraged even more. A hand job has always been better than meaningless easy sex.

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