ACE’S DESIRE
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Copyright © August 2011 by Dakota Trace
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ACE’S DESIRE
Chapter One
September 1945, Camp Foster-Okinawa, Japan
“Hey Ace!”
The sound of his call sign echoed over the tarmac. Pausing next to his Hellcat, Jacob “Ace” Gordy turned to see his wingman and fellow Tuskegee Airmen, Beufort “Raven” MacAllister trotting up to him.
Darker than sin and wearing the same flight suit as him, it surprised him none of the aircraft had run Raven's black ass over in the approaching darkness. He slowed as Raven caught up to him. They had met during their first week at the training center in Tuskegee, Alabama and had gone up the ranks together. “You hear the rumor that they’re expecting us to escort another shipment of communications crap to Fort Buckner?”
He nodded. Along with his new pay grade as a Lt. Junior Grade, he’d also gotten the new responsibility of informing his squadron. “Yeah, I know. I just came from the chief’s office. You caught me heading to the mess hall to gather up the rest of the guys.”
Raven fell into step next to him. “Damn, this will be the third run in as many weeks. Sometimes I swear this occupying crap will never end. You’d think they’d run out of shit to cart over here.” He shook his head. “So much for me hoping for a little down time.” He met Jacob’s eyes. “You see I met this nice little, Jap girl in the village who's interested in hearing all about us Tuskegee Airmen. I figured I show her why they call us that.” He gave a lecherous smile while using his hands to mock the outline of a woman’s form. “If you know what I’m talking about.”
Jacob nodded but to be honest, he had no idea what the other man just insinuated. Women were a complete mystery to him, and one he had no intentions of figuring out-despite his mother’s wishes otherwise. Now a man on the other hand… His cock stirred at the idea finding a man to fuck. It had been too long since he’d taken a lover other than his left fist. After the meeting, I’ll head into town. Surely there’s one gay man that won’t mind obliging me. With an internal groan, he tried to push his lascivious thoughts away. “Let’s find the rest of the squad. The sooner we get this briefing out of the way, the sooner you can go find your little lady.”
Raven’s grin widened. “Sure. I’ll check the barracks while you check the mess hall.”
“Fine. Tell everyone to meet up in the briefing room at twenty-one hundred hours.” Seeing the puzzled look on his friend’s face at the ninety minute wait, he was quick to explain. “I need to take a shower. I'm grimy as hell from getting caught in that damn monsoon this morning. Not to mention I plan on finding someone for myself tonight.”
Raven’s smile widened. “About damn time, Ace! You’ve been livin’ like a freakin’ monk since we got here.”
Throwing a punch as him, Jacob growled. “That’s what comes from too much responsibility, my man.”
Raven laughed. “Then remind me to not accept my next promotion.”
* * * *
Jacob growled when the thunder vibrated his Hellcat, followed by a burst of lightening. ”Who’s fucking idea was it for us to escort in this shit? I thought they said this wasn’t supposed to do this until later today.”
“That would be good ole “Uncle Sugar” Ace. You know how well they predict the weather.” Raven cracked, in a jovial mood.
“Figures,” he muttered. His wingman’s infectious mood wasn't wearing off on him. It’s not his fault you didn’t find any ass last night when it’s obvious he did. Gritting his teeth as another flash of lightning struck, he cursed as the rain came down harder, obscuring everything in front of his cockpit window. “How’s the rest of the squad doing up there, Raven?” In a loose formation around the C-46 transporter craft, he barely could see the rest of his squadron. If it weren’t for orders or the fact it carried needed communications and medical supplies, he’d have called the mission off.