Tasha unbuckled the shoulder belts that kept her secure in the jump seats arrayed along the wall and rose with Dan. Westinkowski had released them to move about an hour into the flight, so long as they promised not to touch anything.

The C-17 Globemaster was a far larger plane than the C-130 Hercules that had whisked them away from Orkut, and it was stuffed with cargo. Dan led her toward the back of the plane, putting some distance between themselves and the dozing Griffins before turning and pulling her into a gap between a couple pallets of boxes wrapped in plastic and a helicopter with its rotors folded back.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked as he kissed her softly.

She nodded. “If we won’t get in trouble.”

She’d woken up this morning with her normal premenstrual symptoms, the odd feeling of heaviness in her breasts and the itchy, edgy feeling. Compared to many women she knew she had it easy, but her symptoms were unmistakable. She also knew nothing helped her get through the red unicorn like having someone fuck her. That edgy feeling was relieved by fucking, and the sex did wonders for her cramps. But afterwards? Oh…my…God. For a week or so afterwards, she couldn’t get enough of it. All she wanted to do was stay in bed and fuck her brains out. She’d yet to find a man that could keep up with her, but Dan was a good prospect and she looked forward to testing his mettle.

“Nobody will know.”

She smiled as she reached behind his head and pulled his lips to hers. This was another new experience. Before Dan, she’d had plenty of partners, but none had been so inventive. She’d fucked in almost every room in a house, but Dan had added a ship, out in the open in the jungle, and now an airplane. But even more, people were less than a hundred feet away. She felt wicked and naughty, and the danger of being caught made that itchy, edgy feeling worse. Much worse.

The plane, while not deafeningly loud, was loud enough to mask any noise they might make, so long as he didn’t make her wail. That added another dangerous thrill. They would have to be quiet to reduce the chance of being caught.

She opened her mouth to him, and their tongues danced as he leaned into her and pinned her against the boxes. She could feel his manhood pressing against her stomach through his trousers, his weight pinning her to the boxes amping up her desires even more. Between her normal premenstrual horniness and the desire she always felt for Dan, she was dying to feel him inside her.

She pulled back from the kiss with a gasp, her hands going to work on his belt. He was dressed casually in tan pants, a light blue shirt, and loafers, and she couldn’t wait to peel him out of them. His pants opened and she reached inside and tugged out the object of her desire. He was already hard. He never disappointed, and she smiled as she settled to her knees, engulfing his rod with her mouth.

His gasp as she swallowed him was just audible over the roar of the engines, his hands resting on the back of her head pulling her down his shaft, but not so hard that she couldn’t back off when she wanted to. He was a lover of unparalleled skill, decisive and dominant in his lovemaking, but he never hurt her or forced her to do more than she was comfortable with. He was the perfect mix of aggression and gentleness, of making her feel loved and protected and desired. He was neither too gentle nor too rough, adjusting his lovemaking to her mood. He could throw her around and fuck her like a whore when that was what she wanted, but he could also make slow, sweet love to her. Now, though, she wanted to fuck. She wanted him to slam that beautiful cock of his into her and scratch the itch that made her jumpy.

She glanced at his face as she forced him deep, taking his cock all the way into her mouth as she tugged on his balls with one hand and gripped his hard ass with her other. His head was thrown back, his face twisted in ecstasy, and the heaviness in her loins increased. She pulled back, drawing hard on his cock, her cheeks collapsing inward as she sucked until his cock slipped from her mouth with a wet-sounding pop.

“Ahhh… fuck!” he snarled as she took him again, her tongue battering his head mercilessly as she gripped his saliva-slickened shaft and stroked him.

Listening to his soft grunts and gasps, feeling the movements of his hips as he thrust gently at her mouth and the pull of his hands, made her wild with desire. United States Air Force Technical Sergeant Daniel Thames was hers, and she was going to fuck him and keep fucking him, like no woman before her. She would please him like no other woman could, and she would cut the heart out of any bitch who tried to take him from her.

She swallowed him again, taking him deep, both hands on his ass and pulling him hard into her mouth. She held him as long as she could and then threw herself back. It was starting to get messy. She rose to take off her shirt. She planned to fuck him stupid, but that didn’t mean she wanted everyone to know she’d done so. She skinned out of her shirt, then bra, then after a moment’s pause, her pants and panties. She didn’t want anything between them, wanting, needing to feel his skin against hers.

As she undressed, he stepped quickly out of his own pants and underwear. He only unbuttoned his shirt, but that wouldn’t do, so she slipped it over his shoulders and added it to the pile laying neatly on the pallet. She began to drop to her knees again, but he caught her and pulled her back up, taking her face and pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue probing as he again pressed her into the pallet.

The plane was slightly cool inside, but the coolness of the air was no match for the heat roaring inside her. He pulled back from the kiss, his face hard with lust and eyes intense. She smiled. He would give her just what she wanted, what she needed. He spun her around and she presented her ass to him, inviting him to take her. He entered her slowly, pushing in deep, and she couldn’t contain the soft moan of his passage. He gripped her hips and thrust slowly, gently at first then quickly picking up speed to pound into her hard and fast.

She could hear his hips smacking into her ass, each impact adding to the moment. Her orgasm exploded within her, taking her so quickly and with such power she wasn’t prepared for it. Her legs began to shake as she struggled to keep her feet, her hands holding the top row of boxes as her head hung between her arms. He gripped her tight and lunged into her, pulling her back into him, supporting and steadying her as she fought to contain the bliss that rippled through her in great, powerful waves.

She sagged with a gasp as her climax washed out of her. She stood panting softly, trying to catch the breath stolen by her rapture. She’d had many orgasms that were harder than the one she’d just experienced, but few had ever arrived so quickly.

She blew out a deep, cleansing breath and rose, turning to offer him her lips as he again began to thrust slowly. She smiled as he pulled her into his chest, his lips finding hers for a long, luxurious kiss. He always seemed to know what she needed. She pulled away from the kiss, her arm going around his head.

“God, I needed that!” she purred.

He pushed in deep and held himself there as he chuckled. “I hope you’re not through.”

She offered her lips again. “Babe, we’re just getting started.”

She pulled away from the caress of his lips as he began to fuck her again. She leaned forward but he caught her, wrapping a hand around her throat to hold her to his chest. She pulled at his wrist, but his grip, while gentle, was resolute. He bit her on the shoulder, holding her flesh carefully in his teeth before releasing her and kissing away the sting.

He pounded into her harder, his free hand sliding between her legs. He teased her, his finger tickling her as he drove into her harder and faster, her eyes closing as he made her his. She moved with him, unable to remain still. He shoved her roughly against the boxes. She was pinned, his hand between her legs, the other at her throat, his hard body pressing her tightly against the cool plastic wrapping of the pallet. She tried to back away but was helpless, the pleasure of him inside her sapping her will. She was completely under his control, but she’d never felt safer. She gave herself to him, allowing him to please her as he wished.

He pounded into her even harder, growling in effort. She began to keen softly, her rapture rising ever higher, threatening to overwhelm her. He attempted to remove the hand at her throat, but she held it in place, the lack of control twisting her up. She was his. She was his, and she wanted no other.

He barked softly in her ear, his wetness splashing into her, and still he fucked her. He leaned in harder, his finger flicking and teasing, the hand at her throat tightening slightly as his body tensed with his climax, but still he fucked her. No man had ever wanted to please her so. His hand left her throat to take a breast, holding her tight as he hammered into her. He growled, low and deep, and she could sense his erotic torment, and still he fucked her.

Her climax hit her hard. She bit back the wail of her release, fighting against the pleasure that poured through her. She shuddered, her legs weakening as her climax robbed her of her strength. She sagged, almost falling before Dan’s strong arms wrapped around her and held her tight. He was there, supporting her, protecting her as he had since the mission began. He held her tight, his breath hot on her neck as he panted like bellows.

She stood, grateful for Dan’s support until the feeling and strength returned to her legs. He released her, and she turned slowly before pulling him into a kiss. The itchy, jumpy, edgy feeling was gone, replaced with a sense of calm. She sighed as her lips twisted into a small smile. Fucking. It worked every time.

He smiled back at her. “Welcome to the mile-high club,” he murmured as he kissed her again.

“You too. Something else to scratch off my bucket list.”

She sighed as she leaned against him, his arms going around her to hold her. Now that the flames of passion had been damped, she was a little chilled, and the warmth of his body felt wonderful.

“We should get back before someone notices we’re missing,” he said, kissing her on the head.

She nodded. “I’m getting cold anyway.”

They dressed, then checked each other to make sure no evidence remained of their tryst. Presentable, he kissed her one more time and led her from their hiding place.

“Where have you two been?” Kelli asked after they returned to their seats, placed their headsets back on, and sat, hand in hand.

“Oh, uh, I was showing Tasha the Apache Helicopter.”

Kelli nodded, but a small smile played at her lips, as well as a twinkle in her eyes. Tasha looked away to hide her smile. You didn’t get a PhD in virology by being stupid.

“Maybe Dan can give you a ride sometime. Can you fly a helicopter, Dan?”

“No, ma’am.”

Tasha couldn’t hide her smile. They were busted, and all three of them knew it.

Westinkowski appeared a short time later with a simple meal and a bottle of water for each of them. The rest of the flight passed uneventfully, and she dozed to pass the time.

When the plane touched down at Andrews, two cars were waiting.

“Doctors Edward and Kellie Griffin, Sergeant Thames, if you’ll accompany me. Ms. Sampson, the other car will take you home.”

“Where are we going?” Dan asked.

“We have accommodations for you,” the airman said, opening the door to the car.

“I will be accompanying Tasha,” Dan said, his tone making it clear it wasn’t a request.

Tasha smiled. She liked the sound of that. “It’s okay, airman. I’ll make sure he’s at the debrief tomorrow on schedule.”

The young airman glanced between them a moment. “Okay. They didn’t say he couldn’t bunk with you.”

“If anyone says anything, have them contact me and we’ll sort it out,” Tasha said.

They’d been told the debrief would last two or three days. He would be around at least that long. After that? They’d have to work something out.

Dan and Tasha crawled into the back seat of the Dodge. “Where are we going?” Dan asked.

“Cantonsville. I have a little house there.”

“Where’s that?”

“About an hour from here, about twenty minutes from Fort Meade. It’s right outside Baltimore.”

An hour later, the Air Force car dropped them off in front of a small but well-maintained home. The house was older, with deep-red brick and three small dormers peeking out of the gambrel roof. Black shutters, white trim, and mature landscaping completed the look.

Inside, the house reflected Tasha’s personality perfectly. With its hardwood floors and modern, comfortable furniture, it had a relaxed elegance with just enough color to give it some flair and to make it interesting without being garish.

“Nice place,” he said as he looked around.

“I like it. I bought when I first moved here. Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Want the nickel tour?”

“Sure.”

She walked him through the house, explaining to him the upgrades she’d made over the years. They ended in her the master suite. Like the rest of the house, the master suite was simply and cleanly decorated, but it had a certain flair.

“Nice. I could see myself living in a place like this.”

She felt a chill, wondering if she was reading too much into his statement. “You have a house, don’t you?”

He snorted. “A base house. The government owns it. The Air Force merely lets me live in it.”

She licked her lips. “So, you’re not tied to any place?”

“Nope. I’m free to go where the Air Force sees fit to send me.”

She swallowed. It was way too early in the relationship for her to start thinking about asking him to move in with her, but goddammit, that was exactly what she was thinking. She watched his eyes. Was that what he was thinking too?

“So you’d like a house like mine? When you’re ready to settle down, I mean.”

He grinned. “I wouldn’t mind it.” He stepped in closer. “I really like this one. It has some features I like. One in particular.”

She swallowed again. “What are you saying?”

His smile softened, and he stepped closer still. “Nothing. Merely that I like this house and what it holds.”

She felt flushed and out of sorts. “You might not like actually living here, though.”

He took another step closer. He was almost touching her now. “Possibly, but I think that’s unlikely. I have a pretty good idea what I like.”

She watched his eyes and she liked what she saw. She could feel her desire spooling up again. “I think you’d like it here.”

He smiled that smile. “I think so too.”

“Before you make up your mind, you’ll want to spend a few days. Make sure the place is everything you expect.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

“The bedrooms are really comfortable.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Want to find out?” she asked as she began to unbutton his shirt.

He gave her that smile again as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. “I think that’s a terrific idea.”