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Madeline had just finished setting up the living room when there was a knock at the door. “It’s open!”
Phoenix and Halo walked through the door holding bottles of wine.
The three of them had a girl’s night once a week. Being the only three girls on the Dagger Squad, it got tiring being around all that testosterone sometimes. It was mostly used as time to gossip about the boys.
“Did you see Hangman today? Looking mighty fine,” Halo said, biting her lip.
Phoenix rolled her eyes. “Yeah, if blonde, cocky assholes turn you on.”
“What can I say? I’m a sucker for a man in uniform!”
“Then you might as well be in love with every male on our team!” Madeline said.
The women cracked open the bottles of wine and began stalking the boys on Instagram.
“Oh my god! Every other picture is Hangman at the gym!” Phoenix complained.
“Bitch, why are you surprised? It’s Seresin of all people!” Madeline told her.
“Rooster is so sweet. He posted a picture of his parents together for their wedding anniversary,” Halo said, “Oh wow. He looks so weird without the pornstache.”
Madeline scrolled through Bob’s Instagram.
There were pictures of him in the cockpit of his and Phoenix’s jet, pictures of him and Rooster making funny faces, but what made her mouth drop open was a video.
It was a video of him riding a bull. An actual living breathing bull.
“What?” Phoenix asked.
Madeline sent the video to her.
“Holy shit! Is that Bob?”
“What? No way!” Halo said, “Who would’ve thought innocent little Bob had it in him.”
Over the next 24 hours, Madeline lost count of how many times she’d watched the video. It was just so sexy to see Bob ride the 2,000 lb animal.
Of course, Madeline thought everything Bob did was sexy. When he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, when he rattled off information about his aircraft, when smiled and laughed at something Rooster said.
Madeline sighed. She had it bad for Bob.
Madeline sauntered into the Hard Deck and made her way over to the Dagger Squad.
Rooster and Hangman were in an intense game of pool while Payback, Fanboy, and Bob watched from the sidelines.
Madeline snatched a beer from Coyote and turned to Bob. “So…I was scrolling through your Instagram the other day.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah and I just have one question. Can I ride you like you ride your bulls?”
Coyote nearly spit out the beer he was drinking.
Everyone turned to them as Bob’s cheeks went bright red.
“Baby on Board? Riding a bull? Yeah right,” Hangman said.
“He did! He’s got a video of it!” Madeline argued.
“No way, I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Madeline brought up Bob’s Instagram and showed everyone the video.
“Goddamn, Robert. You’ve been holding out on us,” Hangman said.
Bob shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”
Madeline stepped closer to Bob, putting her hands on his thighs. “It must be thrilling though? To have something that powerful between your legs.”
Bob looked down at her hands. “All you gotta do is hold on tight, darlin’.”
Madeline’s eyes drifted down to his plush lips. “For how long?”
“Eight seconds or longer.” “I think I can do that. Can you?”
Bob leaned in towards her ear. “The only Mantra you’re gonna be saying is my name all night.”
A shiver went down Madeline’s spine at the use of her callsign.
Bob hopped off his barstool and wrapped his arms around Madeline’s thighs. “Jump, darlin’.”
Madeline jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. She giggled as Bob carried her out of the Hard Deck.
Hangman stood there with his mouth open.
“It’s about time those two fucked,” Rooster said.
“Rooster!” Phoenix said, hitting her friend on the arm.
Rooster laughed. “What? They’ve been dancing around each other for weeks now!”
Phoenix just shook her head.
Bob kept his word.
The only thing Madeline was able to say by the end of the night was his name.