Page 26 of One Final Breath

Chapter 12

Thane

“Cheers,” Elliot raises his glass to me, and I touch mine to his, not really sure what we’re celebrating, but who fucking cares—we’re in Mexico for the night. “Have you ever thought about wearing your uniform out, man?”

“In public?” I question him.

“Yeah. You know the ladies dig a guy in uniform, we’d get so much pussy it’d be sick.”

“No way, that’d be fuckin’ corny.”

“Shut up. You know every time you tell a woman you’re a pilot, it’s like they automatically spread their legs for you.”

The bartender walks by, and Elliott orders us another round.

“We don’t all just bang every pair of spread legs, Elliott.”

“Why not, captain? You need to hook up with someone, to get past all the shit that went down between you and Char.”

“Nah, man. I can’t.”

“Why not?”

My phone vibrates, and I ignore Elliot, looking to see a text from Faye. As I read her words, he snatches my phone out of my hand.

“‘Just got Braxley down, now I’m relaxing. Hope Mexico is good,’” he reads out loud, then asks me, “Is this why?” showing me my phone.

I didn’t see the picture before; it must’ve just come through. I reach for my phone, but he pulls it away before I can take it and types something. Then he drops it on the bar, and I pick it up, looking at Faye’s pink toes under the running water of her bathtub. Then I read Elliott’s words, and I could punch him in his teeth.

Let me see more!is what he said to her. Fuck! He has no clue how things are between us. Or who she is or what she’s been through.

“You pissed?”

I’m more than pissed. I’m not even sure how to handle him right now. He’s drunk, and so am I, but I’m still coherent enough to know that message is just going to push Faye further away.

“I could fucking kill you, man.”

“Fuck off. I did you a favor. So who is this chick? You fucked her yet?”

“No, man, I haven’t. She’s just a friend.’”

Then on the center of the bar, my phone vibrates, and we both reach for it. Thankfully, I get to it first, and when I open the message, I’m so surprised to see more of her legs. This picture is from the thighs down, and my cock twitches.

“Let me see?” Elliott requests, reaching for my phone. But I put it into my pocket, tossing a hundred down on the bar. “I’ll see you at five,” I tell him.

“Oh, come on,” he hollers after me, but I ignore him and keep walking, heading back to my room. All the while, my eyes are on Faye’s legs looking at me through the clear water.

Entering my room, I walk out to the balcony and snap a picture of the ocean, contemplating what to say to her. Do I tell her that I didn’t send the text asking for more? ‘Cause, fuck, I want more.

Erasing the picture, I just type what I’m feeling, just like she did. You’re so fucking gorgeous.

Thank you, can I see you?

I snap a photo of myself feeling a little bit strange doing it, but she asked, and right now, I’m so horny. Sending it to her, she messages me, Where are you?

I send her the photo of the ocean from my balcony and say, My room.

Going back to her sexy picture, I want more. Dammit, I need more.

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