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“Hmm, promises, promises,” I said as I reached for my forgotten phone and stretched out on his bed.
As he stepped into his shorts, I watched him pull them up over his muscled legs and thighs and then reach for the shirt.
“How about you give that to me? Bet I can find a better use for it than covering up all of…that,” I said, and reached down to readjust the hard-on his body had inspired.
Panther grabbed up his shirt and tossed it over to me, and when I balled it up and shoved it behind my head as a pillow, he laughed.
“Okay, sooo, pizza. Let’s get back to that before I get sidetracked again. In fact, could you go and sit on the other side of the room?”
Panther ran his eyes down to the erection I was still rubbing and licked his lips.
“Like, can you go right fucking now?”
With a glint in his blue eyes, Panther made his way over to the oversized chair in the opposite corner and took a seat. “This far enough away? Think you can control yourself?”
“Honestly? Outside with the locked door between us would be the safest bet, but I guess that will do for now.” I dragged my eyes away from Panther’s lounging body and back to my phone. “Okay, pizza. Focus.”
Panther chuckled.
“Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
I focused back on my phone.
“But it is nice having someone so smart and centered completely and totally flustered because I’m sitting here without a shirt on.”
“I’m flustered because you make my dick hard, and before I can do anything about it, I apparently have to feed you. So would you hurry up and tell me what kind of pizza topping you like best, or I just might lose my shit.”
“I’m easy—”
I groaned. “Don’t say that.”
“I meant, I’m a traditionalist. Pepperoni and cheese. Simple.”
I sighed and nodded. “Good, now we’re getting somewhere. I like that too.”
I quickly typed it in, added my credit card info, and hit submit. Then I tossed my phone on the bed and shut my eyes. “Longest fucking ten minutes of my life.”
“Aww, poor Solo.”
I shot the finger.
“How long until it gets here?”
“Too fucking long,” I grumbled, then added, “Twenty minutes.”
“So what are we gonna do till then?”
I opened an eye and looked his way. “I’m gonna lie here and will my dick to behave itself. I don’t know about you.”
Panther let out a rumbling laugh and shut his eyes. “I’m gonna do the same. Seeing you all tortured has got me all worked up.”
“Glad to see my suffering isn’t in vain.”
“Trust me, I’ll make it up to you after.”
I draped my arm across my eyes and muttered, “You fucking better.”
“Count on it.”
31 Panther
HALF A PIZZA later, and the two of us had most definitely satisfied one hunger together. Mo’s Pizza was delicious, cheesy goodness, and if you added in the couple of beers we’d washed it down with, the two of us were happy campers.
Today had been unreal. One for the books, that was for sure. There’d been so many highs that it was difficult to even process all the emotions that went with them. There was the hop, beating my father—the top-scoring pilot in NAFTA’s program—to right here, sharing a meal with Solo and shooting the shit.
I felt pretty amazing, the best I had in years. But as I looked at the three things that had made up the most kickass day of my life, I realized the one thing that had always made me the happiest—flying—was now coming in last on the leaderboard. In fact, it hardly made a blip on the radar, and only did because of what it had helped me achieve and who I got to impress along the way. The man sitting beside me.
Sharing that win, that incredible moment with Solo had been the most fulfilling part of taking home the victory today, and how had that happened?
I glanced over the table to see him taking a swig of his beer, and wondered how he had gone from a quick fuck to someone who made me feel so…complete. And I was feeling complete for the first time in my entire life.
Sure, the hop today had been exhilarating, and yes, beating my father was a moment I would never forget. But where flying used to be the biggest rush, the most exciting part of my day, I now found that something else was calling to me, something stronger than the need for speed.
“Hey?” I said as I tossed a piece of crust down into the box. I was stuffed. “Can I ask you something?”
“I mean, maybe give me a second to digest before you get too demanding, but sure.”
I leaned back in my chair and eyed him. “I’m being serious.”
“So was I.”
I reached for the empty beer bottle on the table and began to play with the label, wondering how Solo would take my next question. “Have you ever thought about doing something else with your life?”
