“Meet me for coffee, later,” Keiko cheerily chirps into the phone like nothing’s happened. “I know a little café a few blocks from Waikiki Beach. Meet me there and we can talk.”

I don’t know what she thinks she’s doing. “I’ve been ordered not to leave the base.”

“Then come to my hangar. I’m here. Right now. I’ll show you my plane. I know you want to see my plane, Jet,” she teases.

“I’ve also been ordered not to communicate with you.”

There’s a long pause as her breathing competes with the sound of my heart beating in my ears. I want to say something, but I can’t figure out if I should be cool or upset. Plus, I might just fuck up again.

It’s obvious she wants to say something though nothing is coming out of her mouth until she finally cusses. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“There’s nothing wrong with me. What’s wrong with you? Why are you calling me? You’re too good to be calling me.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you behaving like an asshole?”

“Because I am an asshole.” I feel my face flush again and it makes my sore cheek throb. “How about the Captain you were with last night? Now that’s a bigger asshole, but apparently, you like assholes because you clearly like him better than you like me. You didn’t want anything to do with me at the end of our five days together. You didn’t ask for my number or anything.”

She snaps, “You didn’t ask for mine either!”

There’s another long pause and my coffee pot starts gurgling, letting me know the brew cycle is nearly complete.

“Why did you lie?” she asks. “Why would you lie about being a pilot in the military?”

I sigh. “I am a pilot. I fly, just not for the military—for fun.”

“What else did you lie about?” she asks.

“Nothing, but I wasn’t the only one who lied. You didn’t tell me you were some worshipped, sexy, super geek destined to be the next man—or woman on the moon.”

“I didn’t lie,” she insists, “I just didn’t tell the whole truth because I didn’t want you to get scared off. A lot of guys can’t handle what I do or my motivation. They become alarmed like they’ll lose their alpha points or something. Be honest, Jet. Would you still have spent all that time with me if you knew I was your superior.”

Superior?

I laugh. “I wouldn’t have been so nice. I would’ve fucked you a lot harder that’s for sure.”

“Why are you acting this way?” she snivels.

“Why aren’t you acting like my superior?” I demand to know. “I just found out you’re supposed to be some hot-shot, super fly-girl, but it sounds like you’re just another whiny little brat—too spoiled by her mommy and daddy to handle rejection. Between the two of us, you’re the bigger fraud because deep down you’re just a selfish wench who wants what she wants and tramples over people without any consideration about how she might affect another person, like the almighty superior you think are.”

I hear a click.

“Keiko?” I call out. She’s hung up.

I drop the phone and fall face-forward onto my bed. Banging on the mattress with my fists a few times, I accidentally hit myself in the face—right in the spot where I was punched last night. The pain is more unbearable than before, especially because I did it to myself—fucked up again.

I roll onto on my back and sense the aroma of freshly brewed coffee is trying to envelop me—remind me. The titillating scent prompts the first morning Keiko and I went to have coffee together. It smelled of dark roasted beans harvested from a distant rainforest mixed with freshly baked croissants and spiced lattes; the smell filled nearly every corner of my senses. The rest was consumed with her big, beaming-white smile and soft exhales between pursed pink lips as she tried to cool her coffee.

Reluctantly pushing myself up off the bed, I slip on a pair of jeans and put on a t-shirt, even though I know I’m not going anywhere. I head over to the coffeepot to pour myself a cup and realize I’ve already brushed my teeth, so I’ve ruined my first cup for the day because a fresh cup of coffee does not go down well with freshly brushed teeth.

Nothing, and I mean nothing—not even an ice-cold glass of water goes well with a freshly minted mouth, except...

Pussy.

Pussy is by far the only thing palatable enough to go with a minty mouth and now? I want to lick Keiko’s clit. The itch on my tongue to taste something other than mint shoots straight to my groin. I want to fuck that woman but first with my tongue and sink my teeth into her thighs, her lips, her tits.

I fix my hair and grab my keys. I make sure to lock the door before I head to my rusty ol’ Bronco and next thing I know, I’m driving around base on an early Saturday morning in search of any sign that might lead me to Captain Keiko Matsuura’s office, which is likely inside of a hangar that belongs to the Air Guard.

Driving between hangars under a cloudless and gorgeous early morning blue sky, I figure if my commander were to find me seeking out the Captain I’d get in bigger trouble than I am in already but I don’t fucking care.

I pull into a suspicious hangar with fighter jets stationed out front and park my Bronco. I know the area pretty well, but this is the one hangar I’m not familiar with, which makes me figure it must be hers otherwise we would’ve run into each other by now.

Walking into the hangar, I immediately see long, black hair, which falls above a poppin’ pretty ass sealed tight in a green flight suit.

I look around and there’s no one in sight. My shoes scuffle against the concrete floor as I walk towards the poppin’ heart-shaped ass and Keiko turns to see me.

Her eyes squint with suspicion and she starts walking backward into an office as I make my way across the hangar to her. She’s shaking her head and her face is red—she looks pissed.

I pick up my pace because she’s about to slam the office door on me and I barge through.

“Get out,” she barks as she backs up against her desk and I get distracted. Plastered across the walls are astronomical posters and framed certifications and awards.

She picks up a pen and throws it at me bringing me back to earth. “You’re an asshole!”

“Yep.” I shut the door behind me.

She looks nervous, but there’s something else behind her voice and stance; she’s curious about the asshole who showed his face last night at the ball and is here now. She sniffles. “I don’t know you at all.”

“Nope,” I say as my fingertips reach the top of her flight suit and get a hold of her zipper.

She smacks me in the face.

Ugh! Right in my bruised cheek!

“Don’t fucking hit me!” I shout stepping right up to her. She’s breathing heaving in my face and I want to bite those lips.

“Then, stop behaving like this is. What happened to the starry-eyed man I met two months ago? I had no idea you were such a callous asshole.”

“But you like assholes.”

She slaps me again.

Goddamn it! “Ow!” I yell.

I fist her hair and bring her eye-to-eye with me. “If you slap me one more time, Captain Keiko Matsuura, I’m going to bend you over this desk and slap that ass so hard, you’ll be starry-eyed for days.”

From the corner of my eye, I see her raise her arm. She’s going to slap me! She wants to get fucked.

She takes a deep breath as she winds her arm back and slings it towards me.

I block it, grip her wrist, and twist it behind her back as I bend her over the desk and I smack her ass hard.

“Nnnn,” she whines but she doesn’t fight me so I smack her ass again—harder. I smack her so hard once more, I’m sure she’s felt the sting of my hand through the fabric of her flight suit.

But with the last smack, I grab. I can’t help but wonder what her ass looks like underneath. I bet it’s as red as an apple and I bend down to bite her juicy butt.

“Ah!” she yelps and I clench her bubble ass, gripping it between my fingers so I’m pinching the whole thing hard in my palm.

Her ass is shaking. I’m sure it hurts and she tries to get up but I smack her ass again and push her back down.

I’m growling when I speak. I want her to know who’s in charge. “I know why you didn’t want to stay in contact.”

I use both hands to keep her in place as I rock my hips to grind my hard cock against her pussy hidden beneath her flight suit and she gasps. “I know why you didn’t want to keep my number.”

I pull at her hair, lifting her just enough off the desk so I can slip my hand around her front to grip the zipper of her flight suit and I pull it down. “Little Miss Smarty Pants doesn’t want a nice guy to fuck her all the time.”

I pull her up to feel her back against me and I slip my hand under the fold of her flight suit and under her bra.

“Oh, Jet,” she gasps as I grab a hold of her tit and knead it.

“You missed me?” I ask with a nip on her ear.

“I missed you,” she pants and I pinch her nipple so hard she jerks and I grip her body tight.

“You sure?”

“Captain!” We hear a voice call out.

“No,” she whines softly.

“Captain Matsuura,” a man calls again.

I recognize the voice. It’s Captain Foskett—the nice guy. The guy I’m sure Keiko hangs with because he’s so fucking nice—Mr. Fucks-It-Nicely.

Keiko frantically fixes her flight suit and tries to straighten her hair.

A knock resounds and I turn around to see Fucks-It-Nicely open the office door.

“Sir,” I nod.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he blurts and barges in as I did earlier. “You okay?” he asks eyeballing me then Keiko, who looks rather frazzled. “Is this grunt bothering you again?”

“She’s fine,” I say.

“I’m fine,” Keiko agrees.

We all pause. There’s an awkward silence until Fucks-it-Nicely interrupts it. “Are we still on for lunch?” he asks Keiko.

“Um...yeah. I’m pretty hungry,” she claims and pulls her hair into a ponytail.

What. The. Hell!

Now I feel like a dumbass and Fucks-It-Nicely knows it as he winks. I don’t understand. I was about to bang her and she’s immediately going to ditch me for this guy? I’m vexed and I feel my face heating up.

Keiko notices. “Jet, you’re getting red. Please. Let me explain.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to him,” replies Captain Foskett.

I’m boiling again. “You know, sir, I did not realize what a handsome fucker you are.”

“A lot better looking than you,” he says and Keiko steps in between us so I nudge her out of the way because the last thing I want is for her to get hurt and I step up to Foskett.

“Well, you should be since your face is still intact as no one was holding you back last night while I took the sucker punches.”

“Fuck you, that was a fair fight,” Foskett replies as he steps up as well.

“Stop it!” snaps Keiko. “Jet, you’re in enough trouble as it is.”

“Why are you fucking telling me?!” I’m seriously confused. She wanted me to meet her here. She asked me to come and I’m pretty sure she was about to let me fuck her hard, but then this guy shows up like a backup and she’s scolding me?

“Because you’re an asshole,” says Fucks-It-Nicely. “You fucking left her two months ago.”

I snap. “What the hell are you talking about? We left each other. And what’s it any business of yours?”

“It’s all my business because I’m the guy that stepped up to take your place.”

“That’s enough!” cries Keiko. She looks like she’s about to cry as she runs out.

Fucks-It-Nicely follows her like a nice guy would and I’m left wondering what the hell just happened. I’m so fucking confused.

Does she want the nice guy? I was that guy and she didn’t care to stay in contact.

Maybe she wants the bad guy. I nearly brought out the bad guy—the Badass, and she seemed to like that guy a lot more, but now she’s running away and with somebody else!

I’m not about to chase her. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Maybe Vollmer was right this whole time—maybe she’s not worth it. I’m her fuck toy and that’s it.

I feel like shit. I need some good advice because I think I’m still in love with her. I don’t want to call my brothers since they would tell me I have to fight for what I want, for her, the way they had to fight for their wives. But I’m in enough trouble as it is. Damn it! I miss Dad, but I need to call somebody. And not just anybody.