Page 26 of Hiding In the Dark (The Righteous 4)
“You gonna bust my balls too?”
Jimmy took the toothpick he’d been sucking on out of his mouth and tossed it out the open door. “I don’t give a fuck what we do. This is your whirlybird. I’m just along for the ride.”
“See, now that is a good answer,” Kes shot at Ringo. He couldn’t see his eyes through the dark visor, but he knew his co-pilot well enough to know that he was getting the death stare. “Relax, man. She is going to get us there.”
Ringo shook his head back and forth. “Something is wrong, Kes. That vibration is not normal, and now this. I’m calling us in—we need to turn around.”
“Don’t you fucking dare. It’s my call, and I say we can make it and get back before the bird falls apart,” he argued even as the cyclic began to shake in his hand. He turned his stare on the piece of equipment that was acting like a high-powered dildo jumping around in his hands and licked his lips.
“Kes, you know I will follow you into the bowels of hell, but I have a gut feeling. I know every groan this old girl makes, and this is not her ‘yes, keep fucking me’ sound.” Ringo pointed to the gauges again.
“If you call us in and we turn around, you know they won’t let us back out with a new bird. They will consider the mission a failure and leave the team there. Can you live with that? Cause I can’t.”
Ringo looked out the window to the dark sand below. “Mother fucking guilt card. Fine, keep going.”
Kes held out his fist for his friend to bump just as Bitchin Betty lit up, the warning siren loud in their ears.
“What the fuck?” Ringo asked, plastering his face to the window. “You see anything back there?”
“I see jack shit. It’s like the black pit of hell,” Jimmy answered.
The alarm ceased, and Kes took a shuddering breath as his thundering heart galloped in his chest.
“Bad omen, man, I’m telling you.”
Betty screeched again, and this time, Jimmy yelled to hang on as a thunderous crash hit the tail rotor. The bird jerked violently before starting to spin out of control in a vortex spiral. Ringo and Jimmy’s yells were loud in his ears.
Kes jerked and gasped as he sat up straight, his hands clenching the armrests of the chair he was propped up in—his eyes darted around the strange room as he tried to get his bearings. He rubbed at his eyes and wiped away the sweat as remnants of the dream danced before his eyes.
He slumped back into the chair he was occupying. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep as he watched Ashley sleep, but he’d been so comfortable being near her.
She moaned in her sleep, her feet kicking until she’d freed herself from the confines of the thick-looking comforter.
His mouth dropped open as his eyes landed on her now exposed legs. The small nightlight in the far corner of the room gave him just enough light to see that she was completely naked. Ashley’s sweet pussy was on display for his viewing pleasure with her legs splayed open.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. From one breath to the next his cock stood straight, the jeans he was wearing feeling uncomfortably tight. He licked his lips as she moaned again, and this time, the simple tank top she was wearing pulled up as the comforter fell to the floor like a waterfall.
Holy fuck.
In all his time fantasizing about what she’d look like under her oversized sweaters and tight little jeans, he’d never come close to the real thing. Kes slid to the edge of the seat, not daring to get any closer but unable to look away.
Ashley moaned in her sleep, and he groaned in response as his cock swelled further in size. His body flushed hot, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead as she drew her left leg up forming a number four shape. The movement revealed even more of her delicious-looking pussy. Kes’s mouth was watering as he pictured crawling up the bed and settling between her legs to taste that beautiful mound.
His breathing was heavy, his hands gripping the chair in a death grip to not follow through on his desire. It was suddenly very clear how long it had been since he’d fucked anyone, how long it had been since he’d had the desire to do so.
Bursting from the seat, he darted out of her room and worked open the zipper of his jeans as his long stride ate up the ground to the bathroom. He stepped inside the open door, not giving a fuck that he still had his boots on. He got his aching cock freed from its material prison and let out a strangled sigh.
Kes laid his head on his arm against the cool tile, his eyes fluttering closed as he pictured Ashley in the next room. His hand feverishly stroked at his hard length as he envisioned waking her up with his tongue buried deep inside her pussy. He wanted to see the look of shock before she caved to the pleasure. His hand stroked himself faster, not bothering with trying to prolong the moment. He groaned, a shiver racing down his spine as the sound of her little moan filled his mind. He couldn’t help but remember the last time he’d heard that sweet sound, before everything had gone to shit.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” Kes pushed Ashley up against the wall under the bleachers and ravaged her mouth like she was his last meal. She didn’t open for him, held perfectly still like he might actually eat her alive. Flicking his tongue out, he traced her lips until she sighed and granted him access.
She tasted so fucking good—he was going to have a fucking boner the rest of the day after this, and he didn’t care anymore. He let go of one of her trapped hands and ran his fingers into her silky hair until he could get a good grip.
Ashley moaned as he tugged back on her hair, and his tongue explored deeper into her mouth, consuming it. Her free hand found his waist, and he wished he didn’t have the stupid school shirt on. He wanted to feel her skin against his. He wished he could take her to his home and pop that sweet cherry for himself.
Breaking the kiss, they were both panting hard as they caught their breath.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Her voice shook slightly, all bravado gone like the wind. “You don’t even like me.”
