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his cool around women? He should be able to see her again without getting as breathless as a schoolgirl. Then again, the memory of being with her last night was so fresh that if he concentrated hard enough, he could bring to mind all the vivid details. The sound of her coming, the heat of her surrounding him, the softness of her skin and the passion of her mouth beneath his.
Crap. Now he was getting hard. Crash drew in a breath and gave himself a mental slap. They still needed to check out, and with them all getting cut loose at the same time it was taking a while to get off the boat.
He and Zippy joined the masses on the hanger deck inching along in the line that had no doubt begun to form at the sound of liberty call nearly twenty minutes ago. The men waiting engaged in small talk as they crept forward, ramping downward to the level below where the Officer of the Day stood his watch on the quarterdeck.
Finally, Crash and Zippy reached the OOD. Crash stood at attention in front of the duty, held his ID up with his left hand and snapped into a well-practiced salute with his right. "Permission to go ashore, sir."
The OOD returned the salute. "Permission granted."
Crash executed a facing movement and stepped from the quarterdeck to the top of the brow. Making a sharp turn to the front of the ship, he saluted the flag, faced back down the gangplank and stepped off. Zippy, having repeated every one of Crash's steps was close behind.
Then they were free, striding down the brow that shook with the steps of so many Marines and Sailors eager to get to their goal—the pleasures of New York. Crash didn't have to go very far to find his objective. When they reached the curb he spotted the now familiar car with the New Jersey license plates. Trish stood beside it, looking amazing in another dress. This one pink and a little lower cut in the front. Short enough that, with the high heels, her legs looked a mile long.
When he could pull his gaze away from Trish, he noticed Dawn and tried not to let his reaction to her outfit show on his face. Trish must have been working a plan of her own, one that complimented his perfectly. Dawn was dressed to impress. Or at least to attract a man with a breast fetish like Zippy. Crash knew instinctively, even before seeing her satisfied grin, that Trish had a hand in how Dawn looked today.
He grinned, and when they were closer, his smile only got wider when he saw the devilish expression cross her face.
"Hi. About time they let you two go." Trish accepted her brother's hug.
"Yeah, I know. Tell me about it," Zippy grumbled.
When Zippy stepped back, she turned to Crash. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he stiffened. He glanced at Zippy and saw he'd moved on to saying hello to Dawn. With the amount of cleavage she was sporting, Crash figured he had a few seconds leeway with Trish.
"Hey." She smiled up at him and he was happy for the two condoms in his pocket, because if presented with the opportunity there was no way he'd give up the opportunity to be with this woman.
"Hey." Crash squeezed her tight, enjoying the feel of her in his arms before he forced himself to let her go and take a step back. He realized he was being rude and yanked his focus off Trish long enough to be polite to her friend. "Hey, Dawn."
"Crash. Nice to see you again."
Since she'd slept through his departure this morning, he supposed she could have been embarrassed that the last time he'd seen her she'd been stumbling drunk and attached at the lips to his buddy. But one look at her confidant strut as she walked in her mile-high heels around the car, swaying in the hips the entire way, told him she definitely was not that type to get embarrassed, which was fine. More power to her and even better for his plan for a repeat of last night.
"I made a reservation at the Irish pub next to my hotel. They've got killer shepherd's pie, and drink specials and live music tonight." Trish glanced at Crash. "Dollar shots
Crap. Now he was getting hard. Crash drew in a breath and gave himself a mental slap. They still needed to check out, and with them all getting cut loose at the same time it was taking a while to get off the boat.
He and Zippy joined the masses on the hanger deck inching along in the line that had no doubt begun to form at the sound of liberty call nearly twenty minutes ago. The men waiting engaged in small talk as they crept forward, ramping downward to the level below where the Officer of the Day stood his watch on the quarterdeck.
Finally, Crash and Zippy reached the OOD. Crash stood at attention in front of the duty, held his ID up with his left hand and snapped into a well-practiced salute with his right. "Permission to go ashore, sir."
The OOD returned the salute. "Permission granted."
Crash executed a facing movement and stepped from the quarterdeck to the top of the brow. Making a sharp turn to the front of the ship, he saluted the flag, faced back down the gangplank and stepped off. Zippy, having repeated every one of Crash's steps was close behind.
Then they were free, striding down the brow that shook with the steps of so many Marines and Sailors eager to get to their goal—the pleasures of New York. Crash didn't have to go very far to find his objective. When they reached the curb he spotted the now familiar car with the New Jersey license plates. Trish stood beside it, looking amazing in another dress. This one pink and a little lower cut in the front. Short enough that, with the high heels, her legs looked a mile long.
When he could pull his gaze away from Trish, he noticed Dawn and tried not to let his reaction to her outfit show on his face. Trish must have been working a plan of her own, one that complimented his perfectly. Dawn was dressed to impress. Or at least to attract a man with a breast fetish like Zippy. Crash knew instinctively, even before seeing her satisfied grin, that Trish had a hand in how Dawn looked today.
He grinned, and when they were closer, his smile only got wider when he saw the devilish expression cross her face.
"Hi. About time they let you two go." Trish accepted her brother's hug.
"Yeah, I know. Tell me about it," Zippy grumbled.
When Zippy stepped back, she turned to Crash. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he stiffened. He glanced at Zippy and saw he'd moved on to saying hello to Dawn. With the amount of cleavage she was sporting, Crash figured he had a few seconds leeway with Trish.
"Hey." She smiled up at him and he was happy for the two condoms in his pocket, because if presented with the opportunity there was no way he'd give up the opportunity to be with this woman.
"Hey." Crash squeezed her tight, enjoying the feel of her in his arms before he forced himself to let her go and take a step back. He realized he was being rude and yanked his focus off Trish long enough to be polite to her friend. "Hey, Dawn."
"Crash. Nice to see you again."
Since she'd slept through his departure this morning, he supposed she could have been embarrassed that the last time he'd seen her she'd been stumbling drunk and attached at the lips to his buddy. But one look at her confidant strut as she walked in her mile-high heels around the car, swaying in the hips the entire way, told him she definitely was not that type to get embarrassed, which was fine. More power to her and even better for his plan for a repeat of last night.
"I made a reservation at the Irish pub next to my hotel. They've got killer shepherd's pie, and drink specials and live music tonight." Trish glanced at Crash. "Dollar shots
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