by Eva Luxe
I can’t say I’ll ever put the past totally behind me, but I try not to let my family history affect me the way I once did. Hell, I’ve faced bigger problems since then.
I became a man and learned what exactly that meant. And I was determined never to be anything like my father— at the whims of some woman who doesn’t love or appreciate me the right way.
Although I used to be angry at him, now I realize that he was just pathetically in love with my mother, and love does strange things to people. I certainly don’t want to find out what love could do to me. That’s why I’m fine with a Just For One Night pact, even if means never getting to see Monica again.
As we reach our flight’s peak I look down at the clouds on top of the mountains and yell out, “Albuquerque, you’re the only woman who loves me! We’ll cry together forever!”— paying homage to the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Jason gives me a funny look but it’s obvious that he didn’t quite catch what I had just said. I lean my head back and laugh at the open sky, and so does he.
I’m glad I’m able to be here at Kirtland Air Force Base, in my hometown, with my brothers, and that we get to return here in between deployments. It’s an awesome opportunity to be able to train other units to do what we SEALs do and to rescue service members when they need it. It’s especially amazing to serve with my brothers here. Although at one time I wanted to get far away, now there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
And now it’s time to jump the fuck out of this airplane— my favorite damned thing in the world. Jason is connected to me by a harness and I guide him through the jump from exit through freefall, piloting the canopy, and landing.
Pay attention, I want to tell him. If you play your cards right, you’ll get to do this as your fuckin’ career. How awesome is that?
Once the jump is done, Jensen, Harlow and I and two other instructors each take another trainee up on the plane and I get to do it all over again.
Free falling. This is my life, and I love it. I have so much fun that I almost forget about the female fighter pilot here on this very same base right now, with whom I had an unforgettable Just One Night and Morning.
Almost.
Even while plummeting from 14,000 feet above ground, from the sky to earth and back again, that chick is still weighing a bit heavy on my mind, and I’m wondering if I’ll ever get to see her again.
When we descend again, Jensen says, “Well, that should just about wrap things up…”
But soon Colonel Marshall is on the megaphone, saying, “Thank you very much for all your hard work. The training is now complete and I hope everyone heads home to sleep. The new pararescue trainees will be advised of their pass or fail status—”
I nod at Jason and some other trainees I’m sure will make it—
“And we hope that those of you who are deploying have a nice period of R&R before heading to Afghanistan. We will pray for your safety and strength while you’re there.”
“That’s it,” yells Harlow. “Everyone who wants to tie one on before sleeping should head over to Louie’s. The first round’s on Jensen, since his private ass makes more than any of us enlisted folk.”
“Very funny,” says Jensen.
“Stop making such loud announcements about where we’re going to drink,” someone else says. “We don’t want that girl pilot showing up to spoil our fun again.”
“Hey!” I yell, turning around to face him. “Watch yourself.”
“What? Geez! It was just a joke.”
It’s not worth it, I tell myself. I don’t want to arouse suspicions about Monica and me, and plus, it’s done. We’re over.
“Whatever, Pansy.” Luckily, the guy drops it. “See you at the bar.”
I turn around to leave, and notice that Monica is standing not too far off. I can feel my face redden. I don’t know what— if anything— she’s overheard.
I approach her and say, “Let me help you pack up,” and we walk over towards her aircraft.
“Thanks,” she says. “How was your training today?”
“Oh, it was fine. But I think I’m delirious from the lack of sleep. I was singing to Albuquerque, Chili Peppers style.
“Under the Bridge?” she guesses, which impresses me, but I don’t say so.
“You got it.”
“Do you always sing while you jump out of airplanes?” she asks me.
“Guilty as charged.”
As soon as we’re out of earshot from the guys, she grins and says, “Nice short-lived attempt to stand up for me there.”
“Ha. Anytime.”
I can’t think of what else to say, because I can’t believe I’m seeing her again, and I can’t believe this is the last time I’ll see her, and I don’t want to give voice to either pathetic thought.
I do say, “So when does your flight leave?” which already sounds pathetic enough.
“Tomorrow morning,” she says. “Too early.”
“Yeah.”
There’s a pause and then she says…
“But we could…?”
She stops.
But I’m glad she was the one to bring it up. I can take it from here.
“Extend our pact one more time?” I answer.
“Just for Two Nights?”
“Just for One Weekend would fit the song better,” I answer. “Although it’s technically kind of spread out.”
“Okay,” she says. “But too bad you already made plans to celebrate. And according to your friends, I’m not very welcome at the bar where the celebration is being held.”
“It’s fine. I’ll just tell them I’m too tired.”
“You don’t have to lie on my account. Even though you never did take me on a proper date, so now might be the time.”
“Who said it’s a lie?” I shrug. “Who isn’t tired? I certainly am.”
“Do you just want more of my cooking? Is that your big ploy?”
“Nah. I’ll at least treat you to some take-out.”
I’d tried calling my mom earlier during a break, but she didn’t answer. I have a sense of dread that she’s out looking for long-closed-down Silver Fox bar.
I don’t want to take the chance that she’ll drunkenly stumble into the house while we’re eating, but we could eat in my bedroom. That’s where I want to end up, anyway, so I might as well shorten the path and the obstacles.
“Deal,” Monica says. “Just let me freshen up, and then I’ll meet you there.”
One more night.
I can’t believe it. One more night with this crazy, music-loving female fighter pilot who has taken up my head space for the last two days. I don’t know whether I should feel lucky, or scared. But at the moment I just feel tired, and horny, and happy.
Chapter 13 – Monica
I can’t believe I just did that. Basically invited myself to Ramsey’s house. Although, it was rather premeditated. I did stalk him after the training ended, which isn’t like me, but I just couldn’t help myself.
When I arrive at Ramsey’s place, his mom isn’t around.
“I’m in here,” he says, from his bedroom.
I walk in, and there’s a candle burning, and some TV trays set up with Italian take-out. He’s wearing an Oxford shirt and a pair of khakis, and he looks so sexy.
“Wow,” I tell him. “Very nice.”
“Trombino’s was my dad’s favorite restaurant,” he says. “And their take-out is just as delicious as eating at the restaurant.”
I sit down and take a bite out of my linguini.
“You aren’t kidding.”
“I wanted to play some music,” he says. “But I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for.”
“On your guitar?” I ask, surprised and curious.
“No way,” he says, shaking his head adamantly. “I told you I’m not very good yet. I meant that I’d let the professional musicians handle the music playing. I’d just DJ, as usual.”
“Oh. Of course.”
I feel stupid for thin
king he meant otherwise. How pathetic to think he might serenade me.
“So, what’ll it be?” he asks, seemingly unfazed.
I try to think of some calm, mellow music befitting tonight’s mood.
“Dylan?”
“I see. Your dad’s favorite crazy hippie music.”
I laugh. I’d forgotten that I’d told him that.
“It’s okay,” he says. “I like the choice.”
He starts a song, and I realize it’s “Make You Feel My Love.”
A romantic choice, which matches the mood, but still surprises me.
We’re supposed to have a pact. This is just a fling. Don’t get too close.
But despite myself, I can’t help feeling everything spin outside of my control. I just want this night to last and last. We continue to eat and listen to Bob Dylan, a comfortable silence settling around us.
“I’m worried about my mom,” Ramsey says, out of nowhere. “I told her I’d found an assisted living place for her, and she got really mad and left. I don’t know if she’s been back the whole time I’ve been at training. I know she has to be out drinking.”
“That’s unfortunate,” I tell him. “But it’s not your fault.”
“I know,” he says, but his obviously tense muscles betray that statement. “But I just can’t help feeling like it is.”
I’ve finished eating, so I get up and go sit behind Ramsey on the bed. I knead his shoulders, then spread my hands out along both of his triceps.
“That feels so good,” he says, as I firmly karate-chop his upper shoulder blades. “That’s amazing.”
“Why thank you,” I reply. “I took a massage course in college. At Sarah Lawrence, it counted as gym credit.”
“Wow!”
He laughs.
“I know, right? At least I put my parents’ tuition to good use.”
“You sure did.”
As I squeeze lengthwise down the back of his arms, a new song starts playing.
“Oh my god. This is ‘Hallelujah.’”
“You like Leonard Cohen?” he asks.
“Like him?” she answers. “I think he’s one of the best poets who ever lived. He just happens to also be a musician.”
“Agreed. Except this song is just too much to take, sometimes. The way it shows how…”
I knead his shoulders, listening to the music and his words, but he trails off.
“Shows how what?” I prod.
“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Nothing.”
How love can leave a man so weak. He doesn’t want to be weak.
I kiss his shoulders, knowing exactly what he’s thinking, but not saying.
“Well, I think this is what you need,” I tell him. “Some relaxation and a nice massage.”
“I think I need a little more than that,” he says suggestively, and we laugh.
“Seriously, Ramsey. You think so much about other people, before yourself. You should just put yourself first sometimes.”
“You mean like this?”
He wraps his arms around me and kisses me. He pulls my hand towards the tent in his pants, and I grab hold of it, feeling how hard and ready it is. His desire feels so intense, so overpowering, that I shiver, thinking about how much he wants me, how all of this is for me.
“I think there’s something I can do for you,” I tell him.
“Oh yeah?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at me, his green eyes locked hard on mine.
“Oh yeah. Just let someone take care of you for once. Let that someone be me.”
“I already know you know how to take such good care of me,” he says, with a grin.
I take off his pants and boxer briefs and then his shirt. I trace my fingers over his hard pecs, his six pack abs and the tattoo on his chest and arm. Then I run them up his muscular thighs and along his large, hard cock.
“Oh, my God,” I can’t help but tell him.
His body is perfect. It’s everything I could ever want in a man. I bend slightly and lick his cock, staring up at him as my tongue traces its shaft and then I lightly suck on its head.
“Oh, Monica,” he moans, leaning into me so that he’s shoving his cock further into my mouth. “Eat my cock like the little naughty nymph I know you can be.”
I love the way he talks to me; the sound of his voice while his cock is in my mouth turns me on so much. I eagerly suck his cock some more while playing with his balls.
He grabs a hold of the back of my head and rams his cock in and out of my mouth, grunting and saying, “Eat my cock, fill up your pretty little mouth with it and suck on it like that, hell yeah, that feels so fucking good.”
I move my hand up and down his long shaft while sucking on him and then I swirl my tongue all around his delicious cock. He reaches down and puts his hand up my skirt. Then he rips my panties to the side and fingers me while I bounce up and down on his hand and suck his cock.
“You’re so wet,” he groans. “You’re dripping for me.”
He’s rubbing my clit and with his other hand he pulls my breasts out of their bra and rubs one of my nipples too. He takes his hand off my pussy and it feels empty without him, but soon he’s licking my wetness off of his fingers and then grabbing my clit again, claiming me, owning me with just his hand.
“That feels so good,” I tell him, my mouth humming against his cock.
Suddenly I’m grinding myself all over his hand, my juices spilling out into it as electricity takes over my entire body.
“I’m coming,” I tell him, choking on his cock. “You’re making me come.”
“Come for me while you suck my cock,” he commands, and I look up at him, gasping as I suck and come at the same time.
I can feel his cock swell up bigger inside my mouth and I think he’s about to let go and come into it. He leans his head back and appears to abandon himself to the feeling of release undoubtedly washing over him.
But just as I think he’s about to come, he grabs a hold of his cock and yanks it out of my mouth. He slaps it around on my face, but not too hard, as he looks down at me as if he wants to possess my body, heart and soul.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, back to being his take-charge self, no longer almost talking about feeling weak.
He moves me into a position in the middle of his bed where I’m on my hands and knees, animal-like for him. I wore a casual skirt to his house, and he lifts it up and pushes it to the side. He pulls my shirts off and yanks my other breast out of my bra, rather roughly and possessively.
This time feels more urgent, more aggressive than last time. As if on cue, Nine Inch Nail’s “Closer” starts to play on his playlist.
He yanks my panties to the side again and says, “There it is. There’s the naked pussy I’m going to fill up with my big cock and pound until it hurts. There’s my soft little sweet tight cunt.”
He spreads my pussy open and plays with it a little bit again. He slaps it gently and then he slaps my ass, hard. He grabs my ass with his hands and squeezes.
Then he holds onto my hips and enters me from behind. His large cock fills me to the brim right away. With one hand on my breast and one hand on my ass, he fucks me stronger and deeper than anyone ever has.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asks, loudly and boldly, since no one is around to hear.
“It’s yours,” I say, already feeling the wetness from my pussy dripping onto his cock. Already so close to coming. “It’s Ramsey’s.”
“Whose pussy am I going to come in?” he asks.
“Mine. My pussy.”
“No, it’s my pussy,” he says, shoving his cock deep inside me, and causing my knees to tremble. “This is my naked, raw, soaking wet pussy.”
“I’m coming,” I gasp, not holding back my moans.
“Come on my cock. Come all over it.”
He pulls my hair, gently yet firmly, and gives my ass a hard slap.
Although I never would have imagined I’d like it so much, his hand smacking my ass gives me a
bolt of pleasure that causes me to come all over again.
“That feels so good,” I tell him. “Do it more.”
“You like when I smack your perfectly round ass?” he asks, as he smacks it again, just a little harder.
“Oh my god, I’m coming all over your big cock.”
He thrusts in and out of me until I can feel him pulsing and bulging inside me.
“Keep coming for me, Monica,” he says, as he grabs my ass and rams his cock into my pussy. “I’m going to come in you too.”
He rides me hard from behind, reaching around to grab my clit. I didn’t think it was possible to feel any better, but as he plays with my clit while fucking me, I yell out, “Oh my God, I’m coming so much.”
“That’s my girl,” he says, as I feel his cock about to explode inside me. “Come on my cock while I shoot my cum into your pussy.”
And I feel him fill me up as I collapse my head into his pillow, writhing with pleasure.
We’re both out of breath, panting hard.
“That felt so fucking good,” he says, wrapping his arms around me while I lay my head on his strong, naked chest.
“I’m glad we extended our Just One Night, two more times.”
“We really are each other’s heroes,” he says, in a tone of voice that sounds distant and rather far away. “If only for just one weekend.”
Chapter 14 – Ramsey
I wake up to find Monica hurrying around, getting her things ready to go to the airport.
“Morning, beautiful.”
“Hey there,” she says, kissing me. She bends over from her standing position, since I’m still lying in bed.
I grab hold of her and bring her closer to me, kissing her deeply. I immediately think of how hot last night was. How she let me get rough with her, and seemed to like it. How I felt like she was mine.
She returns my kiss, but then continues scurrying around my room.
“I gotta go, I’m going to be late.”
“Then you’d miss your plane and we’d have to extend our Just One Weekend even more.”
“Very funny,” she says.
It’s not exactly the response I was hoping for.
She pauses again, looking down at me with a smile.
