Page 73 of Cockpit
“Luke gets attached to women too easily. He wants every woman who enters my life—even if it’s the mail carrier—to be my wife. And his mom.”
“Poor guy.” My heart breaks.
“You don’t know the half of it.” His chuckle is edged with sadness. “I’ll do anything I can to protect him from getting his hopes up and then having them crushed.” He rises suddenly from the bed in all his naked glory and stares at me.
“What are—”
“This isn’t exactly what you’re supposed to be talking about after I’ve rocked your world.”
I yelp as he leans forward, grabs my ankles, and pulls me to the edge of the bed. When he leans over, his dick rubs against my thighs as he drugs me with a slow, mesmerizing kiss. “That leads me to believe you need it to be rocked again. Shall we?”
And slowly but surely, Grayson has his way with me.
Not that I put up much resistance.
“Grayson Malone. I knew you couldn’t stay away from me for this long,” Devon says. “Come here and give me a kiss.” Before I can back away, he grabs my head and plants a big, loud kiss on my cheek that has me shoving him away.
“Hell, you’re the reason I’ve been staying away.” I laugh, but then we hook thumbs and clasp our hands together and give each other a man-pat.
“How’s dispatch?” he asks, but the smirk on his lips and shake of his head tells me he already knows.
“Like Hell on Earth.”
“No adrenaline. No high. No—”
“No chicks asking to see how big your stick is,” Alyssa says as she walks into the room with a laugh and a quick hug. “Christ. Please tell us you’re here because you’ve been reinstated. All this overtime means momma ain’t getting any.”
“First off, my stick is still big, just not getting any use,” I say.
“That isn’t what we hear,” rings out from Christian before going back to talking on his phone.
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. “You need to get some because we all know how cranky you get during a dry spell.” I dodge as Alyssa swats at me. “And shit, I don’t know what to tell you. I’m still waiting for Cochran to tell me he loves me more and is going to put me up on that board.” I lift my chin in the direction of the schedule.
“The only one happy you aren’t here is Christian over there,” Alyssa says as Christian raises his middle finger. “With you gone, he’s getting all the faint-hearted women giving him the googly eyes instead of you.”
I laugh, knowing Christian is horribly shy and utterly devoted to his wife. “I’m sure he loves that.”
“So, it’s really that bad over at dispatch, huh?”
“Not bad. Just same ol’ day in and day out. I’m bored to fucking tears.” I miss flying. I miss my crew. Being here just reinforces both of those things more than I want to acknowledge.
“But I’m sure Luke is loving that you’re home.”
“He is.” I shrug. “But I’m going stir crazy.”
“I bet you are,” she says with a knowing smile.
“What?”
She purses her lips and raises her eyebrows. “We all know what Daddy’s been doing while Luke’s at school.”
I just shake my head as Devon stands behind her, pretending as if he’s slapping an invisible ass. They all burst out laughing. “You guys are jerks.”
“So? Is it true? Are you hitting that hottie who was kissing you at the pub?” Jen asks.
“They’re doing a lot more than kissing,” Christian yells from his corner.
“Since when have you ever known the Gazette gossip column to be accurate? Last year, they had Devon pegged as dating Dixie.”
