She smiled at his response. “Yeah. A little bit. It all worked out for the best. He found a woman that fawns all over him, and that wouldn’t have been me.”
“What made you decide to join the Air Force and not the Navy, like Braedon?” he asked.
“Braedon enlisted right out of high school. I considered it, but I wasn’t sure if the military was the right choice for me at the time, so decided to go to college first. Once I made the decision, I didn’t want there to be a chance of us being stationed together.”
“Why? I thought you guys were close.”
“We are, but people have a tendency to lump us together because we’re twins. They assume we’re the same or like the same things, even though we’re completely different from each other.”
“I’d say,” Devon agreed. “You’re much more attractive than he is.”
Addison grinned. “Tell me a secret. Something no one else knows about you.”
He opened his mouth and closed it as if second-guessing his answer. Finally, he said, “I follow your blog.”
She cocked her head. “My blog? My deployment blog?” No one followed her blog except Braedon, her parents, and a few of her friends.
“Yeah. Braedon shared one of your posts from your first trip to Afghanistan. The one about the coiled shit.”
It took her a moment to remember. That was on her second deployment, close to ten years ago. She had a hard time recalling it, but he did?
“Oh, yeah.” She chuckled. “That was gross. Thankfully, it only happened once.”
His eyes flashed, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. “Your turn.”
His voice was low and rough, and her body responded, sending a surge of heat to her core. She licked her lips, and he copied her, his gaze never leaving her mouth.
Time to leap. “I like to have my ass played with during sex, but I’m not big on anal.”
“Fuck me.” His hand shot out and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her up and forward while he closed the distance.
She met his open mouth in the middle, her hand fisting in his shirt. His tongue thrust against hers, and she sucked it into her mouth, eliciting a deep growl. With the gentle pressure of his thumb on her jaw, he opened her mouth to deepen the kiss.
It went on and on, full of tongue and clashing teeth, sucking and biting until she was hot and achy. She wanted to be closer but the divider between their seats stopped her.
With a sharp inhale, he broke the kiss. “Scoot back.”
She unclenched her fist from his shirt and shifted as far back in the seat as she could, releasing her seat belt. He stood then lay down with her in her seat.
They fit, barely, in the wide seat by lying on their sides, facing each other. The higher sides of the aisle seat provided a semblance of privacy. Yeah—business class definitely had its perks.
Devon unbuttoned her pants and pulled the zipper down slowly. “Roll over and face the other way,” he said against her lips.
When she turned, he slid one arm under her neck and settled the blanket over them. Scraping his teeth against the column of her neck, he slipped his hand into the front of her pants.
“You’re gonna have to stay quiet,” he whispered.
“Okay.” She moaned when his rough fingers teased between her folds.
“Shh.” He teased the cleft, right at the top of her clit.
Easy for him to say. She pressed her ass back, and he responded by thrusting his erection against her.
He bent the arm under her neck and palmed her breast, grasping and releasing in time to the circles he rubbed around her clit.
Holy shit, she wasn’t going to last long. The pressure was gentle but consistent, like a whisper she strained to hear. And exactly where she needed it, as if he had a homing beacon dialed into her pleasure.
Addison gasped as the first stirrings of her orgasm gathered. Her hand found his thigh, and she dug her fingers in and rolled her hips, riding his fingers.
