Hot Rocket: American Badass, #3

By Dani Stowe

Jet. Anger has kept him from fulfilling his dream.

 

Which was to be a military pilot. So, Jet doesn't fly much anymore. He hardly feels the need. Of course, that changes the moment Jet meets "K." And that's the only thing she'll leave with him—an initial, because "K" doesn't seem to feel the same instant attraction that he does. But instead of being nice about it, Jet is going to get angry and no girl wants to have to handle a Badass when he's angry.

 

Or does she?

 

This is book three of the American Badass series by Dani Stowe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dani Stowe
• Release date: May 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386934837

Dani Stowe

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HOT ROCKET

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WARNING: This book contains material that may not be suitable for all readers due to its sexual content, graphic imagery, and some violence. It has been formatted to fit mature minds.

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Edited by Kim Burger

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

This story is told in its entirety by

Jet

Fuck. I wish I hadn’t lied. I think I’m in love with this woman.

It’s unbelievable. This is the last time I’ll be making love to...K. That’s the only part of her real name she’ll give me—an initial. And, after I make love to her just one more time, we’ll both have to say goodbye.

I let my weight fall heavily on her. I want her to feel like I’m hugging her whole body as tightly as her pussy is hugging me as I enter her.

I’m going to miss you, K says softly, her warm breath in my ear. I know we’ve only known each other a few days, but I’m still going to miss you.

Ah, fuck. This is supposed to feel good, but it hurts.

Shh, I whisper back, let’s just enjoy this one last time.

I can’t tell her I’m going to miss her, as well. If I do, I might break down and my dick will go limp. It’s never happened before, but I don’t think I’ve felt like this about anyone. The thought of not seeing her ever again weakens me. Goddamn it! I feel like I might cry.

I hook my hands behind her back then over her shoulders and bury my face in her neck. I grind against her hips and into her exactly how she likes it—working my ass and my abs in a controlled slamming but cycling repetitive motion of pound and recede forcing her to feel every stroke of our friction.

K starts moaning and wraps her legs tight around my waist. I love feeling like she’s clinging to me and doesn’t want to let me go. I slip my hands behind her head, gripping her silky thick, straight, black hair. I need you to come for me, baby, I tell her.  It’s almost time for me to go.

I can’t, she says. I’m too sad.

Oh God, I’m glad it’s not just me feeling pitiful.

Do you want me to stop? I ask, looking into her dark brown eyes, but I thrust into her even harder, making her body jerk in unison with the hotel bed.

Please don’t stop, she beckons. Just come, come inside me. K laces her fingers behind my head of cropped brown hair and looks into my honey brown eyes. And kiss me while you come.

My face feels hot and my eyes feel wet. I don’t want K to see my face so I fist K’s hair and force my tongue into her mouth. The slick wet lips of our mouths and her pussy—Oh fuck! I’m about to erupt.

I come hard and I can’t help but grunt in K’s mouth and she laughs. I love her laugh. It’s the thing I’m going to miss most, and I love the jiggle and tightening of her body as I spill inside her.

I look at the clock. I have to go.

I kiss her warm neck one more time because I want to remember her smell. She always smells sweet, like strawberry candy. Even her cunt smells like candy until after we have sex. Then, she smells like sex and candy and I want to lick her all over.

I reluctantly roll off her and reach for my clothes to get dressed. As I throw on my jeans, t-shirt, and covered shoes, I look at the beautiful half-Asian woman lying naked in the bed—smooth fair skin, long black hair, brown eyes, pretty rose-colored lips that match her cheeks, and umber-colored nipples, which I bend down to suck on and feel it tighten in my mouth.

K lifts my chin. Goodbye, she says, forcing a grin.

I kiss her soft lips and I feel like I’m pouting. I don’t know how she can be so strong about this. Most girls I’ve had a fling with are usually trying to formulate a plan to stay connected, which never works out when we live so far apart. But not K. We’ve agreed to have our fling and let it go.

Bye, I choke.

I walk towards the hotel door where my suitcase is standing and ready. I grab the handle, reach for the doorknob, but I hesitate.

Am I sure I don’t want to get her number? She didn’t ask for my number. Do I really not want to link up with any of her social media profiles to stay in touch? She didn’t request to do that with me and I get the feeling she doesn’t want to.

I am tempted to turn around and ask her if she’s married or some bullshit like that, though I’m also enticed to turn around and tell her the truth—I’m not really a pilot or an officer in the military, but a lower-ranking enlisted mechanic. Although I do fly airplanes, the military wouldn’t allow me to be a pilot for them. Apparently, my personality test reported I was too angry for such a position.

Of course, she got the glorified version of my status. I wanted to impress her to get under her dress—and it worked. I just didn’t think I’d still be interested after one night, which then led to two nights until we decided to move into one hotel room to share the remainder of our vacation time together.

We met at my brother’s wedding. K is my new sister-in-law’s friend and was invited at the last minute since by chance K was in town. I was one of the groomsmen, also from out-of-town. Neither