Chapter 9 #2
She raised her eyebrows. “I know we found each other again in the middle of a gala, but following a rock band around is not what I expected you to say.”
I hid my reaction. I had no idea how she saw me but maybe I should find out. Tell her about myself. Maybe that could be an aim of the couple of days we had together—truly get to know each other.
Taylor continued, “I can work around that plan.”
My traitorous heart leapt. “For how long?”
“We’ll see. Let’s get there and make up our minds after we’ve burned up some of this heat.” She gestured between her body and mine, zero embarrassment in her hopeful expression.
“I have to work tonight. I can’t fucking believe it but I’ll be going straight into a shoot with the band.”
She raised an easy shoulder. “Like I said, I’ll wait around. Do you know why?”
Taylor shifted onto her knees on her seat. She leaned on me, and her lips found mine in a slow, achingly sexual kiss.
Totally inappropriate for where we were. Clearly, neither of us cared.
Automatically, my eyes had closed, but I opened them again as she pulled back an inch, her fingers sliding through my beard.
“Because of that. Your kiss on its own is worth the wait.”
Then she hopped off her chair, leaving me hot and hard, and staring after her.
“Come back,” I said, helpless.
“Nope.” Taylor cocked her head to listen to the Tannoy system. “They are calling our flight. We’ve got a plane to catch.”
Where we weren’t even sitting together. A groan left me as I rolled to my feet. “This is going to be the longest flight ever. Followed by the longest shift ever.”
In response, I got a laugh, then we joined the queue of passengers at the gate. Taylor slipped her hand into mine and, though I was a head taller and twice as broad as most of the crowd, pride filled me at having her by my side.
We inched forward in the line and, near the front, Taylor pushed up onto her tiptoes and laid a sweet kiss on my cheek. To an onlooker, it might appear innocent, but the surge of pressure and the long, lasting look she gave me had me staring while she sauntered on ahead to book in.
Then the true torture began.
Just before I took my seat, half a plane away from Taylor, my pocket vibrated. Several times. I squeezed past the guy in the aisle and extracted my phone, sitting in the narrow chair.
Seven messages from the lass waited.
Do you remember the first time we met? I’ve been thinking about it.
I pretty much pounced on you, but you didn’t say yes right away. I’d never met anyone who made me wait.
Then you fucked me like a machine. All power, and this pure kind of focus. You’ve said to me more than once that you felt conscious of your inexperience, but I never did.
I had no idea you were a virgin. I don’t know if I ever told you that.
You’re naturally an amazing lover, so giving and instinctive. We fit perfectly together.
It was always you I thought about, when I was alone and needing to get off. Your hands, your tongue, your heavy cock.
Christ, she was trying to kill me. I pulled at my collar and sank deeper into my seat, glancing around to ensure no one was peeking at my screen.
Another message landed.
Want to play a game? It involves trust.
My mind boggled, but still I responded quickly. Yes.
No reply appeared. I craned my neck to spot her in the cabin. Then I spied her blonde hair, braided down the centre of her head, as she stood from her seat. The plane had mostly filled, overhead compartments being slammed. Taylor slipped past fussing travellers and appeared at the end of my row.
“Sweetie, I think you have my phone by mistake.” She held hers out to me, over the aisle guy, unlocked, and with her classy black-and-white case removed.
She might’ve tried to make her phone appear less feminine, but mine certainly looked masculine. For one thing, it was much bigger.
Still, I wanted to play.
I produced the device, raising an eyebrow in question as I offered it out.
“Unlocked,” she mouthed, and I complied, a wariness descending.
Taylor journeyed back up the centre of the plane, and the stewards ushered the remaining passengers to their seats before locking the doors. In my hand, Taylor’s phone lit with a message. From me.
I snorted a laugh and read it.
Now for the trust thing—your phone in my hands and mine in yours.
All the opportunity to delve into each other’s secrets.
Or not. We’ll swap back in thirty mins. Use that time to write in my notes a top fantasy you have for me.
As dirty as you like, and as detailed as you like.
I’m starting yours now, and oh boy, wait until you read it.
Once we’ve read each other’s, we can write a new one and swap back.
By the end of the flight, we’ll have a list to work through in the next couple of days.
The flight was under two hours. I was already sporting a semi under my thankfully thick jeans. This lass would be the death of me.
The flight mode sign pinged on the plane’s seat controls, and the engines powered up, the stewards concluding their takeoff routine. I opened Taylor’s notes app and stared. She’d already typed a header. Yours, however you want me.
Blowing out a breath, I tapped my head on the seat back. If only her statement were true. But what the hell. The game sounded a lot of fun.
I was in.
For thirty minutes, I sorted through a variety of fantasies I’d had of her—yeah, there were many—before picking my favourite and typing it out.
When Taylor rose again from her seat, I did the same, squeezing back into the aisle before meeting her halfway.
We traded phones with shared, secret grins.
“I badly want to kiss you right now,” I murmured in her ear.
The aircraft dipped, and she stumbled, clutching on to me.
There was no chance, not a tiny iota of an opportunity, to get away with the mile-high club. The plane was too small and far too busy, but still I placed a hand to her lower back and pressed her against me, showing her how she’d made me rock-hard with her game.
A person coming the other way down the plane forced us apart, but not before Taylor squeezed my fingers in her hand and whispered, “Round two, now.”
Game on, lass.