"We ain't got time for a proper thank you. But a preview of what comes later might be nice. I want to look at you. I want to see what's under that dress."
I'm relieved I haven't offended her and that she's already undoing the hooks at the back of her bodice, which comes off separately from the bottom of the dress.
Seeing the surprised look on my face, she explains, "Makes it easier and cheaper to mix and match costumes. Most of the time nobody notices."
I don't know if I'm more impressed by her ingenuity or by the most voluptuous set of cans my eyes have ever peeped.
I grip her around the waist and pull her tight to me. I watch as her face registers the hard rod against her hip bone. Her eyes flash with understanding, and then her face melts into heat and need.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I rasp.
"Well, get down to business, sailor. You want to use our remaining four minutes to talk or what?"
A growl rumbles out of me as my face dives in, my mouth dappling her breasts all over with kisses. I palm one while I devour the other one like a goddang maniac. Rocket's soft skin yields under the gentle pressure of my lips. I stamp kisses all over it while my thumb rubs her opposite nipple into a firm pebble.
Her sighs are too sweet, too content.
Time to make her crazed for me. I want her begging. I know I shouldn't, but my mouth acts on his own, needing to suckle and lick. I gorge on her rosy pink areola, memorizing every bump, every pucker. Her large, hard nipple blesses my mouth. I suck it in and graze my teeth over it. She sucks in a breath. "Oh, shit…"
I move my mouth to savor the other one with equal intensity.
Rocket squeaks, filling her tight fists with my undershirt, which is starting to rip at the seams. She leans her head back and blurts, "Fuck!"
To my surprise, she's coming in my arms. I honestly didn't know I could do that with just a little nipple attention. My hands squeeze and stroke her ass while I continue to worship her breasts with my mouth, never letting up until she's done riding her waves of release. I'm so turned on watching her come, I have a mind to hike up that dress and make it happen again and again.
But what I really want to do is kiss her. It feels wrong that we haven't even had a proper kiss yet.
"Seems weird to ask permission to kiss you right now but…"
I don't get to finish that sentence because my Rocket girl sees to it my lips are occupied by hers.
If there were any doubts about the idea that Rocket and I were made for each other, our first kiss tosses them overboard.
The kiss is so good I'm seeing visions. I know exactly what I want. Not just her body. I see a home, a dog, children, a picket fence, maybe some chickens. Most of all, her. My Rocket. Is it too soon to think of her like that? Tough shit, universe. She's mine. It makes no sense that I'm ready to start a life with her but also perfect sense.
I have to laugh at myself. I've been back in the States from active duty not half a day. But right now, right here, I'm more at home in Rocket's arms than I've ever been anywhere else.
Chapter Eight
Rocket
Deep breaths, girl. You got this.
I mean, I don't got this if I'm thinking about the crown.
But if I'm talking about starting over to try again one last time for next year's title, then yes, I got this.
I walk out and cross to the front and center of the stage and take the mic out of the stand, nodding and smiling at the judges, trying not to orgasm all over again thinking about what Jet and I just did. If I look at his smug face, I just might. I wonder if anyone has ever been disqualified for coming on stage. After everything we've been through today, I welcome a disqualification, if I'm honest.
But I know Jet wouldn't want me to drop out, even if he is planning to do the right thing by not voting for me.
I will my hands to stop shaking the microphone and watch as Jet pulls a random question out of the box and reads it out. The look on his face tells me he's fighting with all his might not to roll his eyes. "If you could be any animal in the world for one day, what would it be, and why?"
He drops the slip of paper, rubs his face with his palm as if he's trying to forget what he just read, and looks back up at me. At the moment I do believe I'm seeing my future. This man has reached his limit with pageantry for the day. He has no patience for nonsense, and I respect that. He's going to make me pay for this silliness, and I fully intend to pay in full.
I'm all over this question. It's so hot out here, and this crowd has been so kind to have stayed through it all. This entire day has been nuts for everyone, and I intend to send people home with something funny to talk about.
"Well, I'm a very hard worker, a bit of an overachiever, outgoing, friendly, and nothing can stop me reaching for my goals. I live in a humble trailer by the river where I'm fairly self-sufficient. Sometimes I even fish for my dinner right there in my backyard. So because of all of that, I would say I am…"
I look out at the audience. I know what they are expecting me to say. I'm supposed to say worker bee or a trusty steed. I can't tell you how many times I've heard other contestants at various pageants say they
