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A day or two until my order arrives. I need my big purple dildo.

45

Flint

We’re ten minutes from takeoff when Rift walks onto the pad with Star a step behind her.

Star is in the gray uniform with her hair tied back and a sheet of paper in her hand. Her face gives me nothing. She walks across the tarmac, stops in front of me, and holds the page out.

Eighty-one percent. The training officer’s signature is at the bottom.

She passed.

She fucking did it.

I can’t hold back the grin, so I aim it at the page until I have it under control. Only about half of our recruits make it through the first time. We’ve had one person dismissed for failing twice. I knew that wouldn’t be her.

“Welcome to the team, Pearl.” I hand the page back. “Nice work.”

“Thank you, sir.” There’s yellow highlighter on her thumb and dark smudges under her eyes.

I whistle for the team and go through the motions. “This is our new recruit, Pearl. She passed her theory this morning. Her field training starts now. You need to have fifteen days of training under your belt before you fully qualify. You are still a trainee, Pearl.”

“Understood, sir.”

Some of the group shout their welcomes. Brian shouts the loudest. I have to work not to glare at him.

“Per SOPs, Pearl flies in the middle of the formation, and she will observe. That’s all you are permitted at this point,” I say to her. Star nods. “Nobody waves her in for a closer look until the male is down and Brian has called his vitals.” I point at Atlas. “You have the lead today. My group will fly at the rear. Pearl, you’re with me.”

Atlas nods.

“To the lockers, people. We’re up in five.”

Star unbuttons her shirt while she walks over to the locker section. The shirt comes off before she gets there. It’s followed by her sports bra, and she folds both over her arm before she starts on her belt.

Thankfully, she turns toward the locker when she unbuckles her belt and pulls down her pants.

Every male on the pad watches her do it.

Fuck!

Dane has one leg out of his pants and has forgotten about the other one. Rex is staring at the sky so hard that he must be watching her out of the corner of his eye. Even Atlas glances over. Twice.

Pricks.

Brian is the worst of the lot. He’s supposed to be loading darts. He’s stopped with the case open on his knee and a dart between his fingers, his mouth hanging open. Any second now, he’s going to drool all over the sedatives.

Star is her sweet self. She doesn’t notice. She walks her clothing to the locker with her bare ass to the entire team, stows it, shuts the door, and then strolls all the way across the pad to where there’s room for her wings.

She looks so damned sexy.

Holy shit!

I want to go and stand in front of her. I want to take Brian’s tongue out of his head and hand it to him.

“Is there a reason you’re grinding your teeth, boss?”

Rift is next to me with her boots in one hand. She has a glint in her eyes.