Hawaii was hot as fuck. Not as hot as the Afghanistan desert, or fucking Fallujah, but pretty damn hot. I stepped out into the heat and slipped on my sunglasses, looking around for Greg.

He was late, of course. Couldn’t trust that guy. I moved over to a shaded pillar and leaned up against it. The other passengers slowly filtered out, getting into taxis and shit. I caught sight of that cute girl, the sexy one with the gorgeous lips. I kept thinking about her the whole flight, although I was pretty busy trying to get in that stewardess’s panties. I watched as the pretty girl gathered her bags, and I was treated to a lovely view of her tight little ass. She stood in another shaded spot, waiting for someone to get her too.

Briefly, I considered going up to her, but I already had that stewardess’s number in my pocket. Plus, I was exhausted from the flight.

I wondered how she’d look sliding up and down my hard cock. She was slim, with great breasts and a gorgeous face. I loved her pouty lips, and wanted to slowly slide her down the length of my cock until she moaned for more.

Instead, I was stuck standing out in the heat, waiting on that asshole.

Twenty minutes. He was fucking twenty minutes late. Finally, he pulled up in this black convertible, grinning at me.

“You’re late,” I said, throwing my pack into the trunk.

“I’m here, ain’t I?”

I climbed into the passenger seat. “Good to see you.”

“Good to see you too, brother. Surprised you’re still in one piece.”

I grinned at him. “You know me. I’m made of tougher stuff than the average grunt.”

“That you are.”

Greg and I did a tour of Iraq together two years back. He’d been home for a year, while I just got back from my second tour a few weeks ago.

It was good to see him, even if he was a bastard. We were both in Hawaii for some wedding. It wasn’t normally my thing, but when a brother in arms got married, I made it a point to get there. That was a bond no normal person could understand, and I took it seriously.

“What are we waiting for?” I asked him.

“Got one more passenger.”

I laughed. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Lauren’s friend, Piper. You know her?”

“Nah,” I said. “Been too busy getting shot at in the fucking desert to meet your future wife’s friends.”

“Fair enough.” He craned his neck, looking around, and then waved. “Hey, Pipes!”

I watched as the pretty girl from the plane looked up, smiled, and walked over.

My heart started hammering in my chest. What were the fucking chances that it was her? She gave me this look, and I only caught it because I was trained to read people’s faces. She looked as surprised as I felt, and there was something else in that glance. I couldn’t tell what it was since I was too busy staring at her.

She was more gorgeous than I thought. Up close, she was fucking perfect. She smiled at Greg.

“Nice of you to show up,” she said.

“I’m here now,” he grumbled.

She laughed. I got out to help her with her bags.

“Pipes, this is Gates. Gates, Pipes. She’s the maid of honor.”

“Good to meet you,” I said to her, smiling.

“Same.”

She let me put her bags in the trunk and climbed into the back. I got into the passenger side.

“Ready, kids?” he asked.

“Let’s roll,” I said.

Greg pulled out into traffic. I glanced back at Piper and grinned as the wind whipped her hair. She didn’t seem to mind, though, and smiled back at me.

“You two have a good flight?” Greg asked.

“Perfect,” Piper said. “Except there was this creepy guy that kept flirting with the flight attendants.”

I stared at her for a second then burst out laughing. “I didn’t see any creeps,” I said.

“Oh, he was hard to miss. Soldier type. Big camo backpack, thought he was the coolest thing in the world.”

“Sounds like an okay guy to me.” I smirked at her. “Are you jealous that he was flirting with that stewardess and not with you?”

“Not at all,” she said.

“That sounds like a lie to me.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I’m a Navy SEAL, you know. I’m trained for these things.”

“Oh, are you?” She smiled. “You just seemed like a muscle-brained jock to me.”

“Ouch,” I said, still smiling. I liked her fire. I had to admit, it excited me way more than that vapid stewardess had. “Truth is, I’m very good at advanced interrogation techniques. I’d love to show you sometime.”

“No, thanks. I’m not into torture.”

“Don’t worry. I’d make it fun.”

She rolled her eyes. Greg started to laugh.

“Okay,” he said. “Enough of that. Be nice. You two have to get along at this wedding or Lauren will fucking castrate me.”

“Thought she already did?” I asked him.

“Funny,” he said. “Just behave. Got it?”

“Aye aye,” I said, glancing back at Piper.

She smiled up at me, and in that moment I knew exactly what she wanted.

The girl wanted to fuck me.

Despite that prissy attitude, she wanted to suck my thick cock until I fucked her rough from behind. I knew she was probably sitting back there, dripping wet and imagining all the fucking dirty shit I’d do to her body.

Right then and there, I knew I was going to give her what she wanted. Fuck that stewardess, I didn’t need her. Piper was the only girl that I wanted to taste at this wedding, and I was going to get what I wanted.

Greg drove us back to the hotel where we dropped Piper off. She left with a smile and a wave, though her gaze lingered on me for a second. When she was gone, Greg sighed.

“Fuck, man,” he said. “Why are you always such an asshole?”

“To be fair, she did start it.”

“I don’t care. That’s Lauren’s best friend. Like I don’t get enough shit as it is.”

“Sorry if I blew up your spot, man. But I’m not the type to take shit like that.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He grinned at me. “You ready for this?”

“Ready for what?”

“Bachelor party time, motherfucker.”

I laughed. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. It’s last minute, but I waited for you. The guys are already at the bar getting fucked up in my honor.”

“Well then, soldier, we can’t keep them waiting.”

He laughed, put the car into gear, and pulled out. We sped off into the hot Hawaii day, an afternoon and night of debauchery waiting for us.

But despite that, I just kept thinking about Piper. That attitude, those looks, those fucking lips. Maybe I’d been in the damn desert for too long, but Piper had somehow infected my brain, and all I could think about was getting her into my hotel room.

I was going to make that happen, and she was going to thank me for it.