38. Mile High Club
Chapter 38
Mile High Club
LETTIE
W elp . It’s happened. My jeans are officially too tight. My baby bump is bumping.
Looks like it’s sundresses and yoga pants until I can get to a store to buy some maternity clothes. Fortunately, Florida has a lovely climate year-round, and I won’t need to bundle up much.
Then again, why shop in a store when you can buy online?
Now, to use or not use the company credit card. That’s the question.
Kidding . I won’t use Redleg money to buy clothes. Honest.
Perhaps we can do a little shopping after we arrive in Georgia. It’ll probably be safe enough, considering a whole freaking crew of bodyguards is traveling to Climax with Tomer and me. It’s like a hot guy convention is about to breach the town. No one tell Claudia Hecht, Alexandra Hoffman, orChristina Rybka. That trio makes twitchy coochie Kate the cougar look like a cub.
Although the danger the Lenkov Bratva poses isn’t fully resolved, Tomer and Boss Dad decided we could make this trip, assuming we follow their million and one safety precautions. Big Al was kind enough to rent a private jet for our trip, which he assured us would be safer than flying commercial.
I glance at the row behind us, finding him and Madeline sitting quietly with his hand resting on her leg. I can’t help but wonder why he was so adamant about making the trip with us. Tomer says he rarely leaves HQ. If the famous gut trait is genetic, I suspect he’s gonna confront Mama.
Good for him.
He needs to wait in line, though. Me first. I got dibs.
Others flying with us are Jonesy, Aaron, Leo, and Sue. It would seem Leo was unwilling to let his mother go without him. He’s been incredibly protective of her since she was shot. Tomer says he always has been. Meanwhile, Sue was happy they could have a mini-vacation before she gets into the second half of her pregnancy, which is right around the corner. Hate to disappoint her, but Climax isn’t a stellar vacation destination. She’ll see that soon enough.
Yesterday, Josh, Junior, and Scotty flew to Georgia on a commercial flight. Their job is to ensure we’d be safe from the second our plane touches down on the runway. Bit of overkill if you ask me.
However, I’m not opposed to protecting my growing caterpillar and ensuring all the people I love are safe and sound.
Speaking of people I love... Stella’s a few rows back. She’s finally returning home. With Pumpkin in tow. Shudder .
The only bright side to having a bearded dragon on the plane with us is that the creature will no longer be in Florida upon our return. Not sure why that matters since there are lizards everywhere you turn in the good ol’ Sunshine State.
Feeling extremely mature and demure, I crane my neck, ready to stick my tongue out at Stella. But she’s not there. Huh . Maybe she’s using the restroom.
I’m gonna miss my bestie when we leave her in Climax.
The last few weeks have been fantastic. Not a trace of resentment remains between her and Tomer. Not even the news of the pregnancy dampened their budding friendship. I chickened out about revealing the news on the night she and Tomer squashed the tension between them. It would have been like stomping muddy boots across freshly mopped floors and hoping they didn’t dull the shine.
Aside from that, I’m a chicken shit by nature. And my home in denial is lovely this time of year. That being said, I grew a pair and shared the news a few days later.
She was overjoyed for me.
Either because she knows how much I’ve always wanted a family or how brightly I was shining when I told her. Regardless of why, her reaction warmed my heart and removed all lingering discomfort between us.
She may have trashed Tomer relentlessly after the breakup, but that’s because she loves me. Friends defend one another. He hurt me, and she was standing up for me. And I’m lucky to have someone who would go to bat for me without blinking.
As I glance around the plane, I realize I have more than just Stella in that category. My chest expands, and my heart pounds steadily with love surrounding it.
Tomer leans close, whispering, “What was the song? You said you’d play it for me once we got on the plane.”
His question prompts a hilarious memory to smack me into hysterics. “I’ll find it. Give me a sec.”
Jonesy drove Stella to Redleg this morning because everyone going to Climax gathered there. When she first saw Klein, she had an incident.
And by incident, I mean her deviant thoughts escaped her mouth in spectacularly inappropriate Stella style.
Scrolling through my music library, I search for the Jason Derulo song Stella quoted in reference to Klein’s impressive tush. Everyone in the office cracked up in hysterics, but my poor love didn’t get the joke. Before I had a chance to pull up the song, Boss Dad rounded up the troops, and we were whisked off to the airport.
Still chuckling at the memory of what Stella said— out loud with her actual voice like a crazy person —I skip to that part of the song. Once I find it, I press pause and pass an earbud to Tomer.
He places it in his ear, and then I play the ending of “Wiggle” when Snoop Dogg says the line, “ Damn, baby. You got a bright future behind you .”
With bulging eyes, she whistled at Klein and dropped that line. After that, she convinced the poor man to let her take a selfie with his butt.
Fairly certain Mia added Stella’s name to the list of people she’s gonna digitally destroy. Perhaps Stella will learn her lesson and stop sexualizing everyone she meets.
Doubtful.
Related, she didn’t pass on a single person she saw at Redleg. She walked through the halls muttering, smash, smash, smash, smash . Sawyer asked if she was impersonating The Hulk when she said double smash about him.
Double-related squirrel thought, I suspect she’s gonna show the selfie to Jackie Diaz back in Climax. Likely already sent it to her. Let’s just say Jackie has an affinity for a cake ass on a guy.
After the song’s done playing, Tomer laughs subtly and returns my earbud.
“Was it worth the wait?” I ask, my teeth gleaming in a wide grin.
“No,” he answers flatly. “However, I’ll eagerly wait for anything where you’re concerned.”
“Smooth talker,” I tease, rolling my eyes.
He shrugs, arching one brow, and pointedly attempts to peek down my blouse. “If I were a smooth talker, I’d convince you to visit the restroom with me so we can join the Mile High Club.”
My libido soars into the sky.
“I’m n-n-not necessarily opposed t-t-to that,” I stutter, feigning being flummoxed.
He glances toward the rear of the plane. “Meet you back there in one minute.”
Then he unbuckles his seatbelt and marches off.
I assumed he was kidding. I can’t possibly go bang him in the back of a private plane with my father and several of our coworkers here.
Right?
Oh, screw it.
Exhibitionist kink activated. The chance of getting caught alone will have me coming in no time.
Excitement skitters over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake as I count down the seconds.
Regretfully, since I have ADHD, I’m incapable of counting past ten.
Allow me to amend my statement. I can count higher than ten. But when I do, my squirrel straps on its little parachute and jumps out of my mental plane. Counting is boring. I already know how it’s gonna end. There’s no dopamine.
It’s likely been a minute. Off I go.
When I get to the back of the plane, there’s a single restroom with the in-use sign illuminated. Nearby, there’s a small galley where a flight attendant would hang out or get our refreshments. However, we don’t have one since this is such a short flight, and we all told Boss not to shell out the extra cash. He’s spending enough for this trip as it is.
Discreetly looking down the aisle, I find no one paying me any mind, so I hover my knuckles over the door to knock. Right before I make contact, a familiar scent engulfs me. Tomer pulls me from the door while whispering, “ Shh . I’m not in there.”
We stumble backward into the galley.
Well, I stumble. He’s smooth as a gazelle.
With my back to his front, his voice takes on the deeper register of his Dom mode. Chills dance down my spine.
He kisses the curve of my neck. “I’m so glad you aren’t wearing pants, sugar bear.” He holds me flush against him with one arm around my waist. His other hand drifts over my hip and outer thigh before diving under my dress.
Tossing an arm back, I wrap my hand around his nape, locking him in place. Turning my head, I offer him my lips. The second he captures my mouth in a passionate kiss, his hand finds my needy pussy. He slips his fingertips in my panties, homing in on my clit in record time. Involuntarily, my hips swirl, driving me into his touch.
“May I?” I whisper.
“May you what, sweetness?”
“Roll my hips?”
On the next pass, my ass rubs against his rapidly growing erection. I have to stifle my moan by biting my lip. Doing this, knowing someone could hear or catch us, is the hottest fucking thing ever.
“Such a good girl, asking for permission.” He kisses me again, long and deep. It steals my breath. Pulling away, his breath tickles my slick lips. “If you can keep quiet, you may grind into me. Go ahead and make yourself come on my fingers.”
Unfortunately, chances of that happening are dashed from me when a familiar giggle from the nearby restroom steals my bliss. The slide lock on the bathroom door pops, and the door opens. Out comes Stella, rosy cheeks and blouse askew. A large, masculine hand closes the door behind her after she exits.
As soon as he heard the door, Tomer dropped my skirt and removed his hand from between my legs. Sadly. But that was for the best because Stella spots us on her way back to her seat.
I put my fists on my hips, quirk my head, and look down my nose at her. Precisely as you’d expect from her, she mirrors my posture, throwing disapproval right back.
So it’s to be a standoff?
She lets her gaze sweep up and down my body, reeking of faux judgment.
I’m the first to break, my filter and impulsivity taking the reins. “Stella Jean Cornelius Guthrie, what were you doing in there?”
“What were you doing in here?” Her playful glare drifts to Tomer. “A mid-flight stretch, perhaps?”
Tomer leans over my shoulder, getting close enough to Stella that he can keep his volume low. “I was about to make my sugar bear have her first climax at this elevation.”
Quickly, I hiss, “And you ruined it.”
“Ruined orgasms are earned when you’ve been such a naughty girl,” she snarks.
Before the sass-fest can devolve further, Jonesy comes out of the restroom.He brushes past us, just as big and brash as the day he marched through the foyer carrying Pumpkin’s cage.
Tipping his chin at Tomer, he mutters, “Sup?”
After smacking Stella on the ass, he heads to his seat like nothing is amiss. I sort of like that about him.
My jaw hits my chest, and I make what-the-fuck eyes at my bestie.
She shrugs, nonplussed as can be. “Gave Reacher something to remember me by.”
With a saucy wink, she saunters to her seat while Tomer and I stare like we’ve been walloped with a stupid stick.
As soon as my wits return, I whisper, “Babe, how the hell did Jonesy fit in the bathroom by himself, let alone with her to do sex stuff?”
“Sex stuff. That’s what we’re calling it from now on. You have a way with words, sugar.”
I flip him off over my shoulder, fighting a chuckle. He bites gingerly on the tip of my finger, then sinks his hands back between my thighs.
My sass dries up, replaced with a stifled moan.
“Be my good, quiet girl while I do all the sex stuff with you.”
My love and I join the Mile High Club a few minutes later.