Tangled In Lies (Tangled & Torn #1)

33. Phoenix

Chapter 33

Phoenix

E ve’s delectable ass sways in front of my face, and I want to bite it.

“Welcome, Mr. Montgomery. It’s so good to have you back on board with us.” The slightly too-high voice coming from the top of the stairs is enough to deflate my throbbing cock.

“Michelle.” I walk up the rest of the stairs and give the flight attendant a curt nod.

It didn’t escape me that she ignored Eve ahead of me, and I curse the heavens that this was the flight crew on standby. But beggars can’t be choosers, and while it’ll cost me a lot of energy to ignore Michelle’s specific brand of persistence, we’ll somehow make it through the flight. It’s not her fault my father has fucked her for years or that she thinks I’m the same.

I thought so too, at one point.

She leans in when I try to step past her but is forced to step back since the tank behind me gives me a push.

“Whoops, sorry.” Holden chuckles .

I glare at him over my shoulder.

But then I see Michelle’s gaze as she takes him in with that familiar spark in her eyes, and I smile at him. “No worries at all.”

Let’s see how he’ll like that.

My smile becomes predatory. I turn back to my fiancée and find her on her toes, trying to get her bag into the overhead compartment. Her shirt has ridden up, and since I’m such a helpful person, I step up behind her and give the bag the shove it needs. My dick presses into her lower back, and the little minx pushes back against me.

This flight might be more interesting than I thought it would be. It’s never too late for me to use the bedroom in the back for something other than sleeping.

Holden’s groan sounds around us. “If you guys do this the entire time, I will drown myself in the ocean. At least have the decency to do it behind closed doors. I’m entirely okay with lying by the beach by myself, trust me.”

Eve makes a choking noise. Her cheeks flush pink prior to peeking over my shoulder at our third wheel. “Sorry, Hold.”

“It’s okay, Princess. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He winks at her.

I already deeply regret bringing him.

But he deserves this break too. Plus, he wants to wait and see how this Ben mess plays out in the next week or so as well. And there was no way I was going to take someone else with us.

So here we are, a merry band of three.

We take our seats, Eve and me on one side of the aisle and Holden on the other. That guy needs both seats anyway with his frame .

Unfortunately, Michelle is back, giving us her flight safety and emergency speech. I try to tune her out, but ignoring her suggestive stares and winks is impossible. Even the massive ring on Eve’s finger doesn’t deter her, though I shouldn’t be surprised matrimonial vows mean nothing to her.

They just so happen to mean something to me, though, at least where the woman next to me is concerned.

I ban all thoughts of our engagement going up in flames once I confront her. Yes, it’s a possibility, but I’m not ready for that yet. I want to exist in this bubble while we’re gone and have my fill of her.

Just in case.

Afterward, we’ll have the conversation we need to have.

Evangeline leans in and says, “Did you have sex with her?”

I think she’s trying to whisper, but if the snickers coming from the other side of the aisle are any indication, she wasn’t as quiet as she’d hoped.

I sigh, purposefully not keeping my voice down. “Never have and never will.”

Michelle stumbles over her next words but quickly catches herself, being the professional she is.

At least, there’s that.

Eve’s cheeks have turned a dark shade of pink while she listens to the instructions.

Ten minutes later, we finally take off. I go over some final paperwork for the foundation, which I’ll hopefully be able to get off the ground soon. Eve has been my number one priority since the explosion, and everything else has taken a back seat .

Per typical bookworm fashion, Eve is cuddled up with a blanket and lost in a story on her e-reader. When we’re high up in the air and the seat belt signs turn off, she’s squirming.

I lean in. “You okay?”

“Yeah, all good.” She glances at me before focusing back on her screen.

Such a liar.

She continues to squirm, and I put a hand on her thigh to make her stop.

Her gaze snaps to where I’m touching her before colliding with mine. Her pupils are larger than usual, and I tilt my head to study her. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? You’re not afraid of flying, are you?”

“Oh no.” She shakes her head and glances at my lips for a moment, then mutters, “It’s nothing.”

Now I definitely know something is up.

My tongue darts out to glide over my bottom lip, and I lean in until we’re face-to-face. “Tell me what’s got you squirming like this.”

She scrutinizes the cabin. Michelle is banging in the small kitchenette in the front, and Holden is softly snoring.

“I was just thinking about something.”

“About what?”

“Have you ever . . . you know?” She nods toward the back of the plane.

I bite my cheek to keep from laughing. God, she’s cute.

That’s what’s got her so worked up? “I haven’t, no. Why? Are you offering?”

Her eyes widen, and she points at herself. “Me? Oh, I was just curious since I read this scene once in a book, so yeah. Forget I said anything. ”

“What scene?”

“Just this airplane sex scene.”

Just this airplane sex scene? Is she for real right now?

“Actually, now that I think about it, I’m not sure they had sex. Maybe they weren’t on an airplane either. No, wait, there was a flight attendant, so I guess they were. Anyway, it doesn’t really matter. It would have been hot anywhere.” She wrings her hands and looks anywhere but at me.

My cock grows behind my zipper, and I shift around to adjust it.

I touch her face, guiding her chin until her gaze collides with mine. There’s an inferno in those irises. “Tell me what happens.”

She licks her lips, and fuck, I want to drag her to the back so badly right now, but I also want to hear more about this. I want to know what she considers a hot scene, what turns her on and has her blush like this.

She raises her dark eyebrows. “You want to know what happened in the sex scene in the book?”

“Yes. Tell me.”

I watch her throat bob several times. She swallows and nods, probably more to herself than me.

“Okay, mmm, so he tells her to go to her knees, and then he asks her if she wants him to feed her his cock. When she says yes, he tells her to beg for it. So she does, and then he tells her to open her mouth like a good girl, and then, you know, he puts it in, and . . . uh . . . does his thing. And then he asks her if she’s wet. She nods, so he tells her to put her hand in her skirt and to make herself come.”

The words tumble out of her like she’s getting a prize for telling the scene as condensed and as quickly as possible .

And then she shrugs like she didn’t just make me half come in my pants.

I squeeze her thigh. “How did the scene end?”

She bites her bottom lip and brings her roaming gaze back to mine. “The flight attendant knocked on the door just as they both came.”

We stare at each other for a long time and then scramble up. I grab her wrist and pull her after me so fast she stumbles and bumps into my back.

The second I have her in the bedroom, I turn around and hold her against the door. “Fuck. I’m not sure I’ve ever been as turned on as when you talk about what gets you hot.”

I slam my mouth on hers, plunging my tongue into her mouth and taking everything she offers.

When we come up for air, her eyes are glazed over and hooded.

My entire body is on fire, and I have to remind myself why it’s a bad idea to fuck her against the door this very second. Not a bad idea, per se, but the desire to role-play with her is stronger. To see that burning lust in her gaze again. To feel the matching heat behind my rib cage.

“Get on your knees, Angel.”

A little whimper escapes her, but she complies.

Shoving down my sweatpants and underwear, I squeeze my hand around my hard length and stroke it.

“Do you want me to feed you my cock?”

The spark in her eyes at my question is addicting, and I know I’ve found my new obsession with her: playing out every dirty scene she’s ever read and was turned on by.

And I know she reads a lot.

Eve nods, waiting for further instructions .

“Then beg for my cock like the good girl you are.”

A shudder runs through her, and my dick twitches inches from her face.

“Can I please suck your cock?” Her tongue darts out, and she licks off the beads of precum that have gathered at my tip. “Please, sir?”

“Fucking hell.” Words flee my brain. I peer down at her and thrust my hips forward and my cock into her waiting mouth.

She takes me deep, switching between sucking and licking, with both of her hands wrapped around my shaft. When she gags, I’m already so close, I twitch on her tongue. As if that was her warning signal, she takes one of her hands off me and moves it between her legs instead, and I come without a warning.

Her eyes widen, but she swallows every last drop I give her. I’m on her the second she releases me. Yanking her up, removing her pants, picking her up, and pinning her against the wall. I’m already hard again, so I slam into her.

“Oh my God, Phoenix. I’m already so close.”

Having her this turned on from playing out this scene and sucking me off has my vision go all hazy.

I take her mouth, swallow her moans, and pound into her like a madman possessed, not letting up on my punishing pace until she greedily clenches around me and I consume every last one of her cries.

This woman makes me lose all control, to the point where I’m not sure who I am anymore without her occupying my thoughts.

No matter where I’m at in life, this woman is my world.

My legs shake, and I walk us over to the bed. I lay her down and draw out of her. After I remove the rest of her clothes in record time, I bury my face in her cunt and let her moans and gasps guide me. When she’s close, I stop. She whimpers, squeezing her gorgeous tits in her hands, and I slap her clit and pussy.

“Oh my God.” She bows off the bed. “Phoenix, please.”

I do it again, unsure who’s closer to losing their sanity.

Driving my cock back inside her slick heat, I revel in everything that’s her.

Reality creeps in for a punishing moment, but I try to force it back out. I almost succeed. Almost. “Who do you belong to?”

I need her to say it so I can stay right here where I belong. With her.

Her walls clench around me, and she screams her release into the pillow she must have grabbed at some point.

She still hasn’t answered me, but her orgasm triggers mine, and it’s too late to hold it back. I come so hard I almost collapse on her, barely holding my weight on trembling arms.

Eve puts hers around my neck and pulls me down onto her. I roll us to our sides, trying to catch my breath before I look at her.

“It’s you, Phoenix.” She brushes my hair away from my forehead, a small, satisfied smile lifting her mouth. “I belong to you.”

There’s so much honesty in her gaze that my heart contracts.

It’s almost too much.

I open my mouth to say something back, but there’s a knock on the door, officially ruining the moment. It’s a loud and obnoxious knock, telling us exactly who it is.

Eve giggles before Holden’s voice sounds through the door.

“Thanks for making me sit out here with a boner. I really appreciate it.” He groans loudly. “Now get your asses out here because we’re getting ready to land soon.”

Eve and I gape at each other and laugh until my stomach hurts. She brushes her hand over my face, and I lean into it. It’s perfect. Serene.

She presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’ve missed that laugh.”

Memories of laughing with her when we were younger take over my mind: throwing her into the pool and her dunking me in retaliation. I return the kiss and stay there for several seconds. “I have too.”

Another knock sounds at the door, this time more timid, and we both groan when Michelle tells us we have to return to our seats.

Reluctantly, we get dressed and walk back into the cabin, where Holden sits with a pillow on his lap, flipping us off.

“Hey, Princess.”

She buckles in and regards Holden. “What?”

“Did Phoenix tell you the island is his? That he actually bought the whole damn thing?”

I groan and mumble, “Motherfucker.”

Eve glances at me. “You did?”

I nod.

Holden chuckles, clearly enjoying this moment. “Ask him what it’s called. ”

Curiosity shines in her eyes, and she leans into me. “What’s the island called, baby?”

My eyes flare as her gaze collides with mine. “Careful, Angel.”

She makes a pout. “Tell me.”

“Angel Island.”

What I don’t tell her is I bought it the second I gained access to my trust fund at eighteen. That wasn’t too long after I met her when she was only fifteen.

I didn’t even tell Holden that part.

They don’t need to know how truly obsessed I’ve been with her ever since I met her.