Chapter 29
Scarlett
I shuffle into the kitchen with my eyes half closed to get coffee.
It’s dark outside and I’ve had maybe three hours of sleep.
I hate the unexpected and it kept me awake most of the night.
Once I have my coffee, I settle down in the living room, trying to wake up.
I must’ve nodded off because a pounding on the door startles me awake from the couch.
I walk down the hall to answer it with a blanket wrapped around me and cold coffee in one hand.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He looks me up and down, then frowns. “You’re supposed to be ready.”
“You’re supposed to tell me where I’m going. We all can’t win.” I start walking towards the kitchen, muttering, “I’m losing sleep over this. You don’t want to see me without sleep.”
“This ready to go?” Matt calls from the entry hall where my suitcase awaits its destination.
I glance down the hall. “Yep.” Then I fill my cup with more hot coffee.
Matt loads my suitcase and comes back inside. He’s always up way too early. Vacations are for sleeping in; I wish he’d received the memo.
Since I can’t function this early, I’m glad Matt is doing the loading. My bag was heavy since I didn’t know what I would need. I filled it with my entire closet—just to be prepared.
“It’s time to get going, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I swish my arm at him as I go into the bedroom to put a bra on. I’m staying in my yoga pants, putting a hoodie on, and calling it a day.
Matt enters the room. “I know you’re not a morning person, but this is pathetic.”
I point at my chest. “I’m pathetic? I didn’t get any sleep because I don’t know what’s going on. Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out.” He smirks.
The bastard.
I take a deep breath while putting my shoes on.
It’s fine. I’m fine. I can let loose.
God, I need a drink. I look at the clock on the stove as we leave. It’s not even seven in the morning. No problem, it’s a vacation. Early morning drinking is encouraged.
We don’t say much in the vehicle—a black town car with a driver.
I didn’t expect much chit chat from Mr. Strong and Silent over there.
If I don’t make an effort, then that’s that.
I’m not really feeling like myself, hence the silence, and possible snoring.
I doze in and out of sleep on the way to the destination.
The driver pulls up to a small airport and stops at a gate. My leg starts fidgeting. Is this normal? Don’t we have to check in somewhere with desk clerks? What about security?
“Matt, what are we doing? Don’t we need to go to the entrance?”
“I’m flying my plane.”
“You know how to fly a plane?” I ask, my eyes wide.
“I like to do things myself. You can sit by me in the cockpit, or in the cabin if you prefer. It’ll just be you and me.”
Once we get dropped off Matt grabs the bags and walks to the gate, typing in a code. Then we walk to a plane like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Everybody just walks over to their own private plane. How can he be so nonchalant?
We pass several garage-looking buildings, which I guess are hangars.
Then we approach a freaking plane, pulled out of its place, stairs down, waiting to be flown.
It’s not super small, but it’s not a huge commercial one either.
It’s white with five windows. I can’t believe my first time flying anywhere will be on a private plane.
It’s cool to go on a vacation, but this is way cooler than I would’ve thought.
Matt takes our bags up into the plane. A moment later he descends down the stairs as I gawk at the creation.
“Go get settled.” He nods towards the entrance. “I’ll be in shortly.”
“Do you need help?”
“No, don’t worry, just go relax.”
I climb into the cabin and am greeted with clean, cream leather seats made for about five people.
The cabin isn’t big, but it feels spacious and airy.
There’s a long bench-style seat I choose to sit in, facing the staircase.
When Matt comes inside, I’ll be able to see him enter, as long as I don’t fall asleep waiting.
I check the to-do list on my phone out of habit. There’s nothing listed. I scowl at my phone, throw it to the side of me, and cross my arms over my chest. I have no idea why I agreed to go on this trip. I think about bailing, but the need to stay with Matt is winning.
I look around the cabin as my leg pops up and down. To stay awake, and sane, I search for those cute little alcohol bottles before Matt boards the plane. I can sneak in some drinks to take the edge off. I peek out the window, watching Matt bustling around outside.
I find a cabinet disguising a mini fridge; this must be where the goods are.
Any time in the morning is a respectable time to drink when you’re about to lose your shit.
Once I open the door, there’s a plethora of choices.
I’m going with a vodka. It’ll go well with the orange juice conveniently in this little fridge. Perfect.
Maybe we can play a little nookie in the cockpit. I’ve always wanted to join the mile high club. Bonus: doing some extracurricular activities will help with this anxiousness. I bite my lip wondering if he can fly the plane and screw me at the same time.
After my first drink is empty, I look around for safety information. There’s no flight attendant, and since I’ve never been on a plane, I want to know where they keep the parachutes. Unfortunately, there are only floating devices and exits. I need to let Matt know he needs a better escape plan.
A shot later and I’m sitting back on my bench-style seat, feet up and crossed, ready to get on with this adventure. Matt appears, looking focused on his tasks at hand, breathing heavy. Probably lots of pilot things to do.
“Hello there, Captain,” I say with a salute.
“I see someone has loosened up,” he gives his crooked smirk. He heads into the cockpit. “Give me another twenty minutes and we’ll be on our way.”
I’m still sitting on the bench seat. I don’t want to disturb him and there’s nothing to clean on this thing, so here I sit. My eyelids flutter closed, despite my efforts to keep them open. It’s warm in here and the position on this seat is comfortable.
The plane starts moving, startling me awake. I’m frozen in my seat. It’s similar to sitting in his car; like I might break or damage something. The best option seems to be to freeze.
I can’t believe Matt is flying this thing. I watch through the window at the trees getting smaller and smaller as we ascend into the clouds.
Once the plane seems stable, I walk into the cockpit. I can’t do nothing any longer. I knock on the outside of the door, even though it’s open.
“I was wondering when you’d come up here,” he says.
I close the door behind me for no reason at all. There’s no one else on the plane. His hands are off the controls, and I think my dirty thoughts are about to become a reality.
He has a headset on. It makes me wonder if people are listening.
“Can they hear you right now?” I whisper as I sit in the seat next to him.
“Who?” he furrows his brow.
“I don’t know, air traffic control?” I shrug.
“I have to push a button for them to hear me.”
“Oh good.” My shoulders release from my ears as I let out a breath. My plans of doing the captain are about to come true.
I bite my lip, thinking now is a good time. I take the two steps over to him and straddle his lap, being careful not to hit any levers or buttons. He looks down at my legs on top of him and then up at me with a devilish grin.
I lean down and start making out with him. He leaves the headphones on but maneuvers the mouthpiece away. The sandalwood and man smell of him consumes me.
His hands cup my ass and graze over that wonderful, sweet spot through the fabric. I regret my decision to wear pants .
I unbutton his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and abs. Then I kiss his neck and suck on the spot below his earlobe. A small, quiet moan escapes him as he hardens beneath me.
“I shouldn’t be doing anything but flying this plane.” He’s out of breath, but continues exploring my body with his hands.
“Isn’t it called a cockpit for a reason?” I whisper close to his ear, opposite the mouthpiece—just in case someone can hear me on the other end. I sit up, and he stares back at me with wild eyes.
I start to undo his pants, pulling out his dick.
“This needs to be quick,” he commands.
“Someone feeling a little nervous?” I grin. “Welcome to the club.”
He starts pulling at my pants. I stand up and pull them down along with my underwear as quick as I can.
He lifts his hips to pull down his pants, pulling out a condom from a pocket.
He puts it on, staring at me the entire time.
Once it’s in place, I straddle him again.
He starts rubbing my clit and I grind against him as we make out.
I pull away and hold myself above him while positioning him at my entrance. I make a slow descent, savoring the feeling of being stretched by him. His breath hitches, but he keeps moving his thumb over my clit.
A small moan escapes me while I move up and down in slow motion. My eyes widen at the noise. Matt has had enough of me controlling this scenario and begins thrusting, setting a faster pace. I lift enough so he can continue to pound into my pussy.
“Fuck yes!” I whisper as he grabs my ass cheeks harder and spreads them apart.
He keeps thrusting, sometimes hard, sometimes slowing down.
Trying to be quiet is hard. We’re staring at one another, and the glare is so intense I have to break it.
I bend down and kiss him. Thinking about how I’m on a private plane and the guy I’m fucking is the captain has me caught up in an orgasm quick. I let go, keeping our lips locked.
I hear some sort of muffled voice say, “To Whiskey Foxtrot, climb and maintain to twenty-two thousand.”
Matt responds, pushing a button behind me. “Whiskey Foxtrot, heading confirmed to twenty-two thousand.”
He keeps thrusting, picking up his pace and finishes within seconds. He smacks my ass while he’s still inside me, trying to catch his breath.
I get off his lap and pick up my pants. Then I sit back down in the seat next to him with a smug grin.
He’s looking over at the controls and pushes some buttons, adjusting the steering.
Once he accomplishes his tasks, he fixes his pants in frazzled movements.
He flicks his wrist with the watch and his other hand moves through his brown head of hair. It’s funny seeing Matt lose his cool.
“Best flight ever,” I chuckle.
He shakes his head back and forth. “I can’t believe we did that,” he says under his breath.