Chapter 25Mile High Club – Kerry
Chapter 25
Mile High Club – Kerry
“ A re you sure you’re gonna be okay up north this time of year? Decembers are brutal, it’s freezing cold, Kerry Anne.” Mom watches me with a concerned frown as I rummage through her closet, tossing jackets over my arm.
“I’ll be fine, Mama,” I laugh, pulling out an old, well-worn coat that still smells like her.
“I just need something warm, comfortable, and broken-in. The best cold-weather clothes are always the ones with history.”
Mom gasps, hands on her hips.
“Excuse me? Your man is rich, and you’re up in my closet. Why can’t you get your own clothes to break in?”
From the phone propped up on the dresser, Vic chuckles.
“That’s what I’ve been saying, Mrs. Grace,” his deep voice comes through the video call.
“She has all my cards but refuses to use them.”
“Shush, Vic!” I scold, barely holding back my smile.
“I already spent enough of your money on that ridiculously expensive award show dress.”
“Seeing you in it is gonna be worth it.”
My mom and I both giggle.
“Y’all are just too cute,” she says, grinning.
“What time are the girls coming over?”
“About an hour, maybe sooner. They’re so anxious, asking me what time we’re leaving every five minutes. Apparently, y’all are having a solar system night or something? ”
Mom claps her hands, absolutely delighted.
“Oh, they are going to love it!”
When I was little, Mom and Dad transformed my room into the Milky Way.
Glow-in-the-dark stars and planets covered the ceiling, and we’d map out constellations together, connecting the dots with imaginary lines.
We’d make up stories about space travel, pretend to float in zero gravity, and eat popcorn under the glow of the universe.
The nostalgia hits me hard as I picture Syd and Ari building their own version of the memory.
“They’re gonna have a blast,” I murmur, touched by how much my parents are putting into this weekend.
And just when I think they couldn’t possibly be doing more, Dad walks in pushing an old-school popcorn cart with a cotton candy machine strapped to the top.
My mouth drops open.
“Vic, look at this!” I grab my phone, turning the camera around.
Vic whistles.
“Damn, now I wanna stay and have solar system night.”
I giggle, but my heart races because while my parents are planning the most magical weekend for the girls, I’m freaking out about mine.
This will be our first weekend alone together.
No cameras.
No kids.
No distractions.
Just me and Vic in New York City.
Vic’s show has been nominated for five Michelin awards, including Culinary Master of the Year and Best Restaurant.
It’s a huge deal.
He hasn’t been to an awards ceremony in five years, so me accompanying him isn’t just a casual trip—it’s meaningful.
And, if I’m being completely honest with myself…
I think this may be the weekend.
The weekend we finally go further than we’ve ever gone.
We’ve been toeing the line for weeks, teetering on the edge of something explosive.
Every time we touch, every time we kiss, I’m left aching, wanting, needing more, and I love it.
I love the way his hands know exactly where to touch, how a single stroke makes my body shudder.
I love the way his lips drag over my skin, teasing, torturing, pushing me closer and closer until my entire body hums with desperate anticipation.
I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.
With Cory, it was…
empty.
Routine.
A one-sided performance where I was nothing more than a tool for his pleasure .
But with Vic?
He worships me.
He wants me in ways I’ve never been wanted, which scares me because what if reality doesn’t live up to my fantasies?
What if I buckle under pressure?
What if I spazz out?
What if I…
underperform?
Oh, God.
Is that even a thing?
Holy crap.
I need to watch some porn.
I haven’t had sex in years, and when I did, it was just a chore.
I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to real intimacy.
What if I mess it up?
What if I don’t make him feel as good as he makes me feel?
I shake off my spiraling thoughts, jump into the shower, and let the hot water scald my skin, hoping it’ll wash away my overthinking.
Just as I’m running through my mental checklist, I hear Vic’s voice, accompanied by Syd and Ari’s excited squeals.
I hear the chaotic shuffle of little feet, and then, BAM!
I barely have a second to brace myself.
“Ms. Kerry! Ms. Kerry!”
Syd jumps up and down while Ari throws her arms around my waist, squeezing me tight.
It’s been less than 24 hours since we last saw one another, but it feels like forever.
I love these girls like they’re mine.
And, if I let myself dream a little, maybe one day they could be.
“We’re gonna have the best weekend ever!” Syd announces, her face glowing with excitement.
“We packed our princess dresses for solar system night. Princesses in space!” Ari nods solemnly as if this is a mission of great importance.
I bite back a laugh, glancing up at Vic, who’s leaning casually against the doorway.
He looks devastatingly handsome, wearing a fitted white Henley that clings to his broad chest, his dark jeans hanging just right, but it’s his eyes that undo me.
He’s holding a duffel bag in one hand and his car keys in the other.
They’re heavy, lingering, like he knows exactly where my mind was five minutes ago.
Like he knows what this weekend means for us.
With a sly smile, he asks, “Are you ready?”
I glance down at myself wearing the thickest clothes I own—a college sweatshirt, leggings, and Uggs.
“Does it look like I’m ready?” I huff.
“I’m gonna freeze my ass off in New York.”
Vic chuckles and then steps forward, wrapping his strong and solid arms around me .
“I’ll keep you warm.”
Then, he plants a slow, sweet kiss on my lips.
“Alright, you two,” my dad interrupts, clearing his throat.
“Save it for the hotel room, hmm?”
“Dad!” I yell, mortified.
Vic just laughs, pulling me closer.
After a round of hugs and goodbyes with the girls and my parents, we head off for our romantic work weekend away.
At the private airfield, we’re greeted by the pilot and concierge team.
Before I can fully process the luxury surrounding me, a glass of champagne is placed in my hand.
The dimly lit cabin is sleek and sophisticated, modern but intimate—the kind of setting meant for indulgence and seduction.
I sink into the plush leather seat, trying to absorb the moment, steady my thoughts, and relax, but my mind is still racing.
After take-off, I take a slow sip of champagne, forcing myself to breathe, but it’s no use.
My pulse hammers, my fingers fidget, and when I finally glance up, I realize Vic sees it all.
He’s settled across from me with his legs stretched casually and broad shoulders relaxed.
He’s unbothered, unshaken, and totally in control.
With a slow, knowing smirk, he asks, “What’re you so nervous about?”
He already knows the answer, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction.
I lift my glass and take another sip, dragging out the silence.
“A little bit of everything.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“The town raved about the Fall Festival for weeks, and now the City Planning Commission is blowing up my phone about doing the Spring Fling. But I’d need an entire team to pull that off. And then there’s Serena…”
Vic leans forward slightly, “What about her?”
I sigh, rolling my eyes.
“She’s been hinting at something big but won’t spill the details. Just told me to stay glued to my phone.”
Vic hums, nodding a little too suspiciously.
My gaze narrows.
“Do you know something I don’t? ”
His expression doesn’t change, but his fingers drum lightly against his thigh.
“Nope.”
He smirks but says nothing.
Oh, he’s definitely hiding something.
I lean forward in my seat, tilting my head slightly, studying him in a way I know unsettles him.
“You do know something.”
He simply shrugs, keeping his mouth shut.
Fine.
If he won’t talk, I’ll make him.
With a mischievous smirk, I launch myself at him, fingers poised for attack and dig into his ribs.
Tickling works on everyone, especially grown-ups who hate to laugh.
Vic jerks, grabbing my wrists in a death grip.
“Kerry, no—”
Pushing past his grip and steel resolve, I tickle him harder.
His deep, controlled voice cracks into something unexpected, a real laugh.
It’s the happiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Damn it, Kerry!” He barks, half-growling, half-laughing, twisting in his seat to escape my fingers.
“Nope! Not until you talk. What the heck are y’all planning?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, woman,” He warns, trying to gain control, but I keep dodging, poking, teasing.
“You’re the one keeping secrets!” I taunt.
But suddenly, his hands shoot out, grabbing my waist and pulling me forward so that I’m straddling his lap, turning the tables in one fluid movement.
I gasp.
Now, his eyes are darker, hungry.
His breathing changes, his chest rises and falls while his fingers tighten around my waist.
I should move.
I should say something.
But I don’t.
Instead, I press into him, slowly grinding, just enough to feel the hardness beneath me.
A deep, groan rumbles in his chest.
“Kerry,” he warns, his voice strained, like he’s barely holding himself together.
I bite my lip, leaning in, whispering against his mouth, teasing, taunting, tempting.
“What? Can’t handle a little payback?”
His fingers flex on my waist.
“You have no idea what I can handle.”
Then his mouth crashes into mine.
It’s not a kiss.
It’s a takeover.
Hard, deep, consuming.
Like he’s been starving for me .
I moan into his mouth, grinding against him, feeling his need for me.
His hands roam my body, moving lower, touching me in ways he never has before.
I feel him everywhere.
And God, I don’t want him to stop.
But then, I hear a noise.
“Someone’s gonna catch us,” I gasp against his lips.
Vic pulls back, just enough to look at me.
Then, without a single word, he reaches up, and presses the Do Not Disturb button on the console, and the entire cabin plunges into silence.
No notifications.
No interruptions.
No distractions.
He smirks.
“This is my plane, Kerry. We can do whatever we want.”
A shiver runs down my spine as his fingers thread into my hair, his palm cupping the back of my head, pulling me back into his control.
Then, in a whisper, he says, “Tell me the real reason you’re nervous.”
His gaze is unrelenting, demanding the truth.
“I want to make you feel good.” My voice is barely audible.
“I want you to make me feel good. I’ve been dreaming about it. Touching myself to the thought of you for months. But the truth is, my body only reacts to trauma.”
For a moment, I can’t look at him.
I can’t bear to see pity or hesitation or anything that might make me regret admitting my feelings.
But Vic doesn’t hesitate.
Instead, he moves closer with his steady hands cradling my face, tilting my chin so I have no choice but to meet his gaze.
“Kerry.” His voice is low, threaded with something so deep, so sure, it makes my breath hitch.
“I need you to understand something, and I need you to hear me when I say it.”
I swallow hard, nodding.
His fingers brush against my jaw, soft, reverent.
“The way I want you? It has nothing to do with undoing your past, proving something, or fixing anything. You don’t need fixing.” He pressed his forehead against mine.
“I just want you. All of you. However you’ll have me.”
A shiver runs through me, but it’s not fear.
It’s not panic.
It’s longing.
It’s relief.
It’s him.
My eyes flutter closed as he trails his fingers down the side of my neck, barely grazing me yet igniting molten lava deep in my core.
“I’ll wait for you, Kerry. However long it takes.” He leans in, lips grazing my cheek.
“But when you’re ready? When you’re really ready?” His voice dips lower.
“I won’t just make you feel good. I’ll make you feel everything. ”
My breath shudders, and my skin tingles from where his words touched me.
Something inside me unlocks, loosens, expands.
Because I believe him.
I believe that my body is mine.
That pleasure doesn’t have to come with pain.
That I don’t have to brace myself, that I don’t have to fear what comes next.
That with him, I can want.
And right now?
I want him.
The weight of my desire is overwhelming, making my heart hammer as I lean in and kiss him slow, deep, and full of unspoken promises.
Vic groans into my mouth, and his hands thread into my hair, gripping me like he’s holding onto something precious.
Like he’s holding onto me .
When I pull away, his lips are parted, his chest rising and falling.
Then I retreat from his lap, putting just enough distance between us, his brows knit together in confusion.
I reach for the hem of my sweatshirt, and his entire body goes still.
I peel it over my head and let it drop to the floor.
Then my leggings.
Then my bra.
Then everything .
By the time I’m standing bare before him, his hands are gripping the arms of his chair so tight that his knuckles are white.
His throat bobs with the force of his swallow, and his eyes devour me.
But like I’m his possession.
Not like I’m an object to be claimed, but like I’m a revelation, his miracle.
“Kerry…” My name leaves his lips like a prayer.
I take one slow step forward, then another, and then I’m straddling him, my bare skin pressed against the heat of his body, my knees sinking into the leather on either side of his hips.
I am bare, and I’ve never felt safer.
His hands hover over me, hesitantly.
“Touch me, Vic,” I whisper.
“Make me feel everything.”
His hands come to life, claiming and worshiping me all at once.
But he doesn’t hurry or rush.
Every touch is deliberate, a silent promise that he’s here, that he sees me, that he’ll take his time.
With a slow, careful motion, he lifts me, shifting me onto the seat, spreading me out before him like something sacred.
He slowly drags his lips down my body, placing a lingering kiss just above my navel.
And then he kneels .
My pulse stutters, and my breath catches as his broad shoulders part my legs, and he settles between my thighs.
He hasn’t even touched me yet, but my entire body is on fire.
I shudder at the skim of his lips on my inner thigh.
“You smell like heaven.” Vic’s voice is pure sin, deep and reverent.
He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my skin.
His stubble scrapes, his lips soothe, and his breath teases.
And when he looks up at me with dark, hooded eyes, I swear I nearly come undone.
“Still nervous?” He asks.
Walls completely down, I nod.
My voice is barely above a whisper when I confess, “I’ve never come this way. It may take a while or not happen at all.”
His lips curl into a confident smile.
He drags his lips higher, so close, so unbearably close.
“That’s only because you’ve never had me between your legs.”
Finally, his mouth claims me, and his tongue…
oh, God, his tongue is skilled, long, and sinfully fast.
He licks me from bottom to top, savoring every inch, tasting me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted.
I gasp, my back arching as heat explodes through my pussy.
He groans against me, deep and gritty with his fingers digging into my thighs as he pulls me closer, burying his face between my legs, feeding like a man starved.
“Oh, my—”
I can’t even finish the thought before he does it again, lapping, flicking, teasing, and driving me insane.
His tongue is merciless.
He sucks my clit, hard and slow, before flattening his tongue and licking me so deep and thorough I swear my soul leaves my body.
I grab ahold of his head, desperate to keep control, but Vic is stronger and ruthless in his determination to make me fall apart.
I try to pull him away, but he growls, low and possessive, and shoves my thighs even wider.
“You’re not going anywhere, baby.” His voice is scratched, muffled by the slick mess he’s making of me.
“I’ve barely even gotten started.”
And then he slides two of his fingers into me slow and deep, stretching, curling, finding that spot.
That dangerous, devastating spot I read about, wondered about, but now feel.
“Vic!” I scream with tears in my eyes .
He watches me, staring straight through me, his fingers moving in sync with his mouth.
“Relax for me,” he says as a gentle command.
“Let me in. Let me make you feel good.”
He strokes, sucks, and circles his tongue in a perfect, merciless rhythm.
I dig my nails into his scalp, but it only spurs him on.
His fingers move faster, harder, and deeper with each stroke.
I feel the pressure building, winding so tight it’s unbearable.
Until Vic roughly commands, “Give it to me. Come for me, Kerry. Now.”
His fingers curl, his tongue flicks, and I shatter.
I convulse, I scream, I lose myself completely.
My body writhes, and jerks.
I’m trapped in the grip of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
And Vic holds me through it, drawing out my orgasm until I physically can’t take anymore.
I sob his name, trying to push his head away, but he shakes me off and groans, dragging his tongue through every quivering aftershock.
I want more, and judging by the way he smirks while wiping his mouth, he knows it.
He knows I’m hooked.
“You taste even better than I imagined.”
I can barely breathe.
My legs are weak, my skin is flushed, and my body’s spent.
I sink into the seat, trying to come back down to earth, but Vic is nowhere near done.
Without a word, he lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his warm, solid chest.
My head lolls against his shoulder, completely relaxed, while he presses soft, lazy kisses along my jaw, my temple, and the shell of my ear.
Just as my breathing slows, just as I start to slip into the haze of satisfaction, his hand moves between my legs.
Oh, fuck.
I let out a soft, breathy moan as his fingers trace over my still-sensitive clit, moving slow and meticulously stroking me.
He doesn’t try to push me over the edge, not yet.
He only prolongs my pleasure and keeps me feeling leveled.
“Vic…” My voice is weak.
“Shhh, baby.” His lips brush against my ear, his voice rough and deep.
“Just enjoy it. ”
His fingers keep moving, gentle but insistent, coaxing me into another high, but it’s softer, deeper this time.
My body responds instantly.
My legs fall open, and a helpless whimper escapes my lips as another orgasm washes over me.
“That’s it, Kerry. Release it. You’re safe with me.” He murmurs.
“Let me take care of you.”
My eyes flutter closed at the pleasure rushing through my veins.
It’s slower this time, different, but just as intense.
Brushing his lips against my ear, he whispers, “Get some sleep, baby ‘cause that was just me getting you ready. Next time, I’m gonna stretch your tight, dripping wet pussy open with my dick and fuck you so deep you’ll still feel me hours later. Until you know nobody owns you, but you sure as fuck own me. I’m yours, Kerry Kind. Only yours.”
Suddenly, my body pulses around his fingers, and I go limp in his arms as he brings me to yet another burst of pleasure.
Vic kisses my forehead, my lips, and my neck, then holds me like I’m his world.
And just before I drift off to sleep, I realize…
This is going to be the longest but greatest weekend of my life.