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He stood, pulling his jeans on, and walked into the living room, ready to pull on his shoes and go hunting for her. He didn’t even know where the fuck she lived. If he had to, he’d call home and beg.
“Good morning,” she smiled, handing him a cup of coffee.
“Oh.”
“Oh? Did you forget I was here?” she grinned, kissing him.
“No. No, I thought. I don’t know. You weren’t beside me when I woke up, and I worried that you’d left without telling me where you live.”
“Wyatt,” she smiled, setting her coffee mug down. “I told you last night that you’re the man I’ve waited for. The way you made love to me was unlike anything in any of Charlie’s books, so I’m pretty sure you felt the same way. I don’t want to leave here, leave you any time soon.” He laughed, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry, Ulani. It’s just that I’ve waited so long for this. To have you beside me. I need to call your father.” She held her hand to his cheek and kissed him.
“Me too, Wy. And we’ll talk about calling my father later. But the truth is, I couldn’t leave. My car is at the bar,” shelaughed. He lifted her off her feet, wrapping her legs around him.
“Is that so?” he asked, playfully swatting her ass. She giggled, burying her face in his neck. Turning her, walking around the apartment, she stopped, lifting her head as she stared into the empty bedroom.
“Wyatt.”
“What? What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Wyatt, your roommate didn’t come home last night.”
“He does that all the time. I told you, he’s a bit of a man-whore. The dude will fuck anything.”
“No. No, Wyatt, what bar did he go to?” she asked.
He realized how freaked out she was and settled her feet on the carpet. Pulling out his phone, he tracked his friend’s phone and realized it was in his car at a bar near Pendleton.
“The Mustang,” he mumbled. “It’s a fucking dive bar.”
“I know that place. Two pilots have gone missing from there.”
“Why haven’t we heard about this? Why haven’t we been warned?” he asked. “You would think the Navy would let us know. What about the Marine pilots?”
“One went missing as well. They’ve never harmed anyone, never killed anyone, but with the memory of the entire time gone, we’re seriously concerned.”
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
“Wyatt, you can’t help me with this. You’re active duty and could be called up at any time.”
“Ulani, I’m off for a few days. I’m helping you. We’re sticking together. From now on.”
She seductively walked toward him, her tiny tank top showing those beautiful, round globes of her gorgeous breasts, the nipples poking through the thin fabric.
“Sticking together, huh? Like last night?” she smiled, rubbing his cock.
“No, baby. Not like last night. We’re sticking together from here on out. I’ll be talking to your parents, but you’re mine, Ulani. Do you hear me? I won’t walk away from this.”
Ulani wanted to cry. She’d waited forever for him to say those words. Well, maybe not those exact words. But she was surprised at how hot it made her to hear them.
“I’m going to call one of my teammates to go and see if the car is alright. I’ll let them know I’m with his roommate. Questioning him,” she grinned.
“Questioning me, huh?”
“Yep. Get undressed, O’Neal. I need to ride your joystick again.”
Wyatt groaned with laughter and pleasure at the comment. When she was done with her call, she turned to see him naked and hard.
