Cockpit: A Second Chance Romance (2 page)

This was pretty much paradise.

My balls felt like lead weights as I started to ride her. They were bombs, ready to go off. I grimaced, trying to hold back.

Easy does it Jagger...
I wanted to make this last. I knew it was the last time I was getting laid for a long ass time. Besides, she was one in a million. I wanted to remember this when I was laying alone in my bunk in the middle of some God forsaken desert.

Her gorgeous thighs lifted up and wrapped around me.

"Oh! Jagger..."

I moaned. Her hot little pussy was clamping down on me like a vice. It was too much. I was going to pop.

I reached down to strum her clit as my strokes got out of tempo and jerky. I wanted her to come with me. I wanted us to ride the fucktastic rainbow together.

"Oh FUCK!"

I felt her coming as the seed ripped out of my body. It was an explosion of pleasure, so intense it almost hurt. I'd never come like that in my life.

Considering how much I'd fucked and drank the night before, it was a Goddamn miracle.

She was whimpering, squealing like a dolphin as I thrust into her wildly. Then I stopped, my shoulders shaking, still balls deep inside her. It was the sweetest thing I'd felt in my whole damn life.
 

I stared down at her. My hands were shaking. I was shocked by the force of my orgasm. She looked dazed too, her face flushed and sweaty. I leaned down to kiss her, feeling the urge to say love words rising to my lips.

I kept my damn mouth shut though. No need to make an ass of myself and scare her off. Instead I grinned, rolling to the side.

There was plenty of time for making an ass of myself later.

I reached down to pull the condom off my shaft and froze. My hand touched bare cock. I was soaked with our juices.

Our juices.

"Oh shit."

The condom must have broke. I looked at her, sprawled on the bed like a fallen angel. I would tell her. But not until we cleaned up.

No need to spoil her afterglow.

I pulled the rubber from around the base of my cock and threw it away. I poured her a glass of water, holding it while she took a sip. Then I drank the rest of it down.

Fucking like that was thirsty work.

But damn if I didn't like the job.

She smiled at me.

"I'm all sticky."

I smiled and stood up.

"Better get you washed up."

I carried her into the bathroom and set her on her feet. I turned on the water, making sure it was good and hot. I stepped into the shower, reaching for her. She froze, a look of horror flashing over her face.

"Wait- what time is it?"

"Zero seven thirty."

Her face paled, a look of horror washing over it.

"He's going to kill me!"

She ran out of the place, grabbing clothes as she went. I chased her out the door, barely wrapped in my towel.

"Wait, Jenny! Where are you going?"

She shouted
'later Jagger!'
as she ran breakneck down the road, soldiers jumping out of her way. I ran after her but she was already lost in the crowd.

I stood there, barefoot and bare-assed, wondering how the hell I'd let her get away from me. I'd had plans for her. Big plans.

Guys were catcalling me as I clutched the towel over my package. I cursed and turned around, my ass bare to the world. She'd gotten away. Now I'd never fucking find her.

I was feeling a full on case of the blues as I went back to my room to get ready to ship out. I was clean and showered, pulling on my fatigues when I noticed it.

Blood.

The sheets were red with it. But only at the base of the bed where I'd taken her the first time. It couldn't have been her lady time, I would have noticed it.

Lord knows I'd gone down on her enough in the past eight hours or so.

I was scratching my head when it came to me.

My sweet, feisty little angel had been a virgin.

I cursed, running my hands through my hair. I wasn't surprised. I'd had one hell of a time getting inside her the first time, even though she'd been more than ready for me.

She'd given me her virginity. That had to mean something. I wanted more though. I wanted this girl to be mine.

Unfortunately, I was shit out of luck.

I knew I would never find her now, even though I would give it a try. I'd even call my buddies in intelligence. But it was a long shot for sure. All I had was her first name. And it was the most common name in the world.

Jenny.

Chapter One

Jagger

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Marines from all over the camp crowded around me as I dug into my trunk. My unit was going home, so I was giving my goodies away along with the rest of the guys. All the stuff that made living in the ass end of the world bearable.

Skin mags. Smokes. Booze. A couple of dog-earred paperback novels. An unopened bag of socks my foster sister had sent. Dice.

I even had a set of checkers.

I was keeping my lucky deck of cards though.

"And to you K-Dawg, I bequeath my prized possession. Racy redheads."

I made a big show of handing Ken the magazine that had gotten me through a lot of lonely nights. I had a thing for redheads now. Ever since her.

The fallen angel.

Sweet Jenny, whatever her last name was.

The picture I liked the best was one of a girl from the back. All you could see was her red hair and the curve of her ass. It almost looked like her. The one that had got away. It was a damn shame too.

I'd thought about her the whole damn time I was overseas. I was tempted to go back to that base and try and track her down, even though it was two states away from my next assignment.

I'd look like an idiot walking into a bar and asking about a girl with no last name that I'd met a year and a half ago.

Fuck though, after the night we'd had it might be worth it.

"Do I need gloves for this? Or maybe a hazmat suit?"

"No K-Dawg. I jack off into a condom."

"What the fuck for?"

"Reminds me of the real thing dude."

I reached into my trunk and pulled out a roll of rubbers.
 

"Speaking of which."

I tossed them into the crowd. The guys grabbed at them, acting like lunatics. Not that many of them were going to get laid over here. They'd probably end up making balloon animals out of them. But I knew they had to let off steam anyway they could.

Hell, I did too.

Gambling, running laps around the perimeter of the encampment, or just thinking about what I was going to do when I got back to the states.

This time it was for good. My unit was being sent back. But I was going to be a pilot trainer for the duration of my service. For some reason, the powers that be had thought I would be good at it.

It would be a big change, but I was ready for it.

Truth be told, I was tired.

"I'm going to miss you fuckers."

It was true. That was the only hard thing about this. My unit was going home, but I had other friends here. Leaving these guys to face God knows what without me felt like I was cutting off a hand with a rusty saw.

Still, not getting shot at was going to be a nice change of pace.

Not that I was going to do what everybody else did. I'd seen it time and again. Single guys left and then the next thing you knew, they were popping out babies left and right. Even Joss had done it. The iceman himself had fallen in love with a pop star of all things, gotten hitched and started procreating.

If he could crack under pressure, then the rest of these guys were toast. They might as well start picking out tablecloths. I, on the other hand, had things to do.

Manly things. Things with women. With hard drinking. With my bike.

I wanted to ride cross-country, hitting every juke joint I came across. I got a little misty eyed thinking about it.
 

Hell, maybe I'd even find my little redhead.

Jenny

✈

"Oh GOD!"

I shook my hand, staring at it. It was covered in poop. Hallie had the runs again. And she hadn't started to go until I had her diaper off.

"Hallie!!!"

She just looked up at me and cooed. I wanted to kiss her when she did that. All these feelings rushed into me. Love. Fear. Pride.

Every damn time.

Of course, I had to get the poop off both of us first.

I lifted my daughter and held her up while I wiped down her chubby little legs and ass. I turned her slightly and sighed. Some poop had managed to get all the way up her back.
 

"How'd you do that, you little poop machine?"

She made a soft sound that sounded like a laugh. Babies weren't supposed to laugh but I would swear, mine did. She had a very sophisticated sense of humor too.

Mostly, she liked laughing at her mama.

I got her cleaned up and leaned her against me as I bundled the used diaper up and threw it away. Then I wiped down the changing table and put a fresh diaper down.

I sniffed her neck, unable to resist the impulse. She smelled sweet, even after her loose stools. I had to hope she wouldn't have another explosive poop while I was gone. I needed to go out for a few hours and that meant having dad watch the baby.

The General did not do well with poop.

But since I didn't have money for a babysitter, he was going to have to do it. He never complained when I left Hallie with him, but I could feel his disapproval. He had been shocked when I'd canceled college because I was pregnant. He'd been hurt and angry and upset.

But he never showed it in front of his granddaughter, who he adored.

Just... not her poop.

I sighed, setting her down in her bouncy chair. I had the basics to take care of her. I should be grateful. My Gran had sent an absurd amount of baby stuff. And dad gave me money to shop at the grocery store on base.
 

We were covered.

But it wasn't enough. I had plans. Big plans. I wanted my independence. I needed to move out if I was ever going to get my freedom.

And I needed money to do it.

Basically, what I needed was a job.

And today, I was going to go get one.

Chapter Two

Jagger

✈

I dropped my bags and checked out my housing. As a single man, I didn't qualify for a house. Instead it was more like a condo.

A bare bones, boxy, condo that hadn't been renovated since the 90's from the looks of it.

But it was mine.

The housing was townhouse style, with two levels and a small patio out back. Even had a front porch with an ancient rocking chair someone had left behind. Looked like a good place to have a cigar and a cold one on a hot night.

After camping out in the desert with a bunch of sweaty guys and communal showers, I definitely was not complaining.

I grinned, opening some windows to air the place out.
 

The fridge was empty. The cupboards were bare. The bed was unmade.
 

I would have to buy everything, even silverware and dishes. But that was okay. That could wait. At the moment all I wanted a hot shower, a cold beer and a hot meal.

And something to look at. A girl maybe. Though I doubted I'd find anyone to compare to
her.

I shook it off. Let it go, Jagger. She's gone.

She clearly didn't want to be found either. It's not like she didn't know my name after all. There weren't too many fixed-wing pilots named Jagger.

There weren't any other active service Marines with that name, period. As far as I knew anyway.

It still stung man. It really did. She could have tracked me down. Lots of girls liked writing to guys stationed overseas, even if it didn't mean a damn thing in the long run.

It was the patriotic thing to do.

They knew how rough it was and they did it. Some of them even liked doing it. After a while though, lots of girls moved on. I was sure that was what had happened.

Sexy little ex-virginal Jenny had moved on.

I needed to stop thinking about her. About that night. Going out would be a step in the right direction. So without even unpacking, I stepped out in some clean civilian wear.

I'd heard there was joint with the best ribs this side of the Mississippi.

It was just off base, there almost exclusively for the military. There were some locals too of course, but like most bases, we were deliberately out in the middle of nowhere. So, the pickin's were slim in the women department.

That was alright though. I wanted to eat and drink until I passed out. I pushed open the swinging wooden door and stopped cold in my tracks.

I could not believe my eyes.
 

My angel was behind the counter, wiping down the bar.

I felt love whallopped, then and there. What were the chances? It was one in a million, if not more that I'd find her again. And on my first damn day back.

It was a sign. It had to be.

I stood there, counting every damn lucky star in the whole damn sky. And then a healthy dose of anger crept in. She'd blown me off and here she was, looking every bit as beautiful as I remembered.
 

More beautiful, if that was even possible.

Her face looked thinner now, as if she'd lost some of her baby fat. She'd been so young the last time I saw her. She straightened up and I inhaled sharply.

She'd filled out too. And that was saying something, considering the God given gifts she'd had before. Damn straight, she'd been blessed in the curves department. And then some.

The woman was stacked.

Everywhere.

I realized I was standing in the open doorway like an idiot and walked the rest of the way in. There was a spring in my step that hadn't been there in a long ass time. I found a table in the back, hoping she'd come and take my order. I had to figure out what I was going to say to her.

Because I wanted that woman in my bed again.

Tonight.

Oh yeah, this was going to be one hell of a homecoming.

Jenny

✈

I wrung out the rag, shaking my hands to dry them. This job was hell on the fingernails. But I'd already made more money in tips than I'd seen in a lifetime full of strict allowance and babysitting on all the bases we'd lived on.