Chapter 1
Mason
Heading out drinking the night before deployment never sounded like a great idea, but I let my friends talk me into it this time. I didn't feel like sitting at home watching time tick by.
"Who all is going to be there?" I ask my buddy, Grant.
"Just our girls and their single friend, so you have someone to dance with." He smirks at me.
In other words, I’ve been set up on a blind date. Great.
Walking into the bar, it's loud and dark. Neon lights flash all around, like any other place you’d find in downtown Nashville. Why the guys want to spend their last night like this, I’ll never know.
"Mason, this is Paige." Grant introduces me, and the moment I turn and lock eyes with the beauty named Paige, I’m grateful they dragged me along.
She has long, dark-brown hair and a skin-tight dress that clings enticingly to her curves. It’s no surprise that every guy in the place has their eyes on her tonight.
"Let me buy you a drink?" I ask her, and she nods.
Drinks soon turn into dancing, which turns into flirting, which turns into me following Paige home. I'm not about to turn down a little fun before I leave.
Once through the door, her nerves seem to hit her. She stopped drinking a long time ago, so she's now thinking clearly.
"Are you sure you want to do this instead of sleeping before you leave?" she asks, biting her plump lower lip.
"I can sleep on the plane tomorrow. What I won't be able to do is make love to a beautiful woman for months." I move closer and slowly lean down toward the lips I've wanted to kiss all night.
When my lips land on hers, they’re softer than any lips have a right to be, and the sparks between us shoot straight to my dick.
Paige pulls away, her eyes reflecting the shock I’m feeling at the connection between us. Clearing her throat, she takes a step back and asks, "Drink? I don't have anything as fancy as the bar, but I have a good whiskey."
"Sure." I watch her every move as she pulls out a bottle of whiskey and pours us both a drink. She must be nervous.
"I don't normally do things like this," she says, confirming my suspicion.
"We don't have to do anything. Honestly, I’m glad not to be alone tonight," I tell her truthfully.
"I bet your family will miss you," she says and then clamps her lips shut.
"That was stupid. I'm sorry. I'm not sure what to say in a situation like this."
"It's okay,” I reassure her. “If I had a family, I'm sure they’d miss me."
"So, who sends you care packages?" she asks as if it's an absolute that every soldier gets treats from home.
"No one." I shrug and blow it off.
It doesn't bother me if I don't think about it. I need to get the night back on track. The last thing I want is a pity party.
"You know I can only give you one night, right? I can't make any commitments when I’m deploying." I need to draw the line now.
"Yes, I get it. My best friend is married to a soldier, so I know how it goes. But I don't want more. I'm focused on my goal and don't need any distractions."
"And guys are distractions?"
"Yes, especially with my bad luck in choosing them."
I smile, finish my drink, set the glass down, and walk over to her. "Good thing this is only for one night then because I plan on being very bad for you."
Pushing her back against the wall, I kiss her again, wanting more.
I hope she doesn't have an idea of sweet hours of lovemaking because my goal is to get this girl off as many times as I can tonight, so she can't move in the morning. Then she’ll remember me for the rest of her life, though I'm not sure why I need to ingrain myself in her memory like that.
Trailing my hand up her thighs, I move her dress up until I get to her gorgeous ass, enjoying its roundness in my hands. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist exactly like I wanted.
"Good girl," I whisper against her lips before reclaiming her mouth. "Glad all that dancing turned you on as much as it did me because this time will be hard and fast," I promise, my hands finding her panties soaked with her desire. I rip them off, tossing them to one side.
"Yes," she moans, tilting her head back against the wall and exposing her throat to me.
As I kiss her neck, I run a finger through her soaked folds. When I thrust a finger into her, I’m happy to find her wet and ready.
Wasting no time, I undo my pants enough to pull my cock out. "Last chance to back out."
"Don't you dare stop." She levels me with a glare that proves she means business.
I reach into my wallet and pull out a condom, which she takes, rolling it on me before pulling me in for another kiss.
I squeeze her ass and thrust into her hard, pausing to let her adjust to me before I thrust hard and fast. If her moans are anything to go by, I’m giving her exactly what she wants.
"Fuck, you feel good," I grunt, breaking our kiss to look at her. "Pull the top of your dress down so I can see your tits."
She does as I ask, and the most perfect pair of breasts I've ever seen tempt me with their dusky pink nipples. Without pausing, I thrust into her while I dip my head to suck on those luscious beauties. When I give her nipple a hard nip, her pussy flutters around my cock. Fuck, I'm not going to last long.
Sucking on her other nipple, I reach between us to play with her clit. Before I lose it, I need her to come. I can't remember the last time anything felt this good.
When she clamps down on me like a vise, there’s no way I can stop myself from coming. It’s so intense that my knees almost buckle. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she gasps her release, riding out her orgasm.
I pull out of her, and we both collapse on the floor, needing a minute to regain our strength.
"Wow." She laughs, a little out of breath.
I smirk. "That's not the only time you’ll say that tonight."
I’m right because, throughout the night, we can’t keep our hands off each other. We have sex in the kitchen, on the couch, and finally, early in the morning, we make it to her bed.
We both stay up, not wanting to sleep.
"Mind if I use your shower?" I ask as daylight creeps in.
"If I had any energy, I'd say I'd shower with you, but I don't know how I’ll ever move from this bed again."
I laugh and take a quick shower before getting dressed. I have to leave for my post in a few minutes, but I want to give myself enough time to say goodbye. She deserves that after last night.
When I come out of the bathroom, Paige is standing in front of me with a shy smile and an envelope in her hands.
"I hate the idea of you not getting any mail, so I wrote you a letter with my address. If you want to write, then reply when you can. No pressure, but I’ve helped Lindsey make some mean care packages, so I have experience."
I take the letter from her, but I don't make any promises. I have no idea if I’ll write her or not, and I won't give her false hope.
I wrap her in a hug that seems insignificant after one of the best nights of my life.
It isn't until later, when I'm on the plane seeing the other guys pulling out letters, that I take out hers. I know this time around I’ll write just to receive mail.
