Chapter Six #2
I raise an eyebrow at him, and he gives me an innocent look.
“You knew I’d give in, did you?”
“I know you’ll do just about anything for more time with me.” He grins despite the scowl I know is on my face. “Even if you stayed at a hotel, I was getting you on that plane.”
“What if I said no?”
He shrugs. “No skin off my back either way. I usually buy the seat next to mine in first class anyway. I don’t want to be bothered talking to anyone.”
“Well, that’s kind of a dick move.”
“Oh? And how would you feel if some woman spent six hours flirting with me at thirty thousand feet?”
A tinge of jealousy flares up, but all I care about is how he’d handle it. “Are you flirting back?”
He scrubs his jaw and looks up like he’s thinking. “I don’t know. Is she hot?”
My mouth drops open as anger flashes through me. I go to move off him when he grips my hips, keeping me in place. “Stop,” he says, and one hand moves, running his finger through my slit, stroking my clit once, very effectively keeping me in place. “I don’t flirt with anyone but you.”
“And Madison Jenner,” I argue.
He groans, letting his head tilt back. “Walked right into that, didn’t I? Are you ever going to let that go? We were in high school, and I was trying to get back at you for flirting with that asshole, whatever the fuck his name was.”
I roll my eyes because he knows exactly what his name was. “I was only flirting with him because there was a rumor going around that you hooked up with Madison and were asking her to prom!”
“And did I? Hook up with her or ask her to prom?” He blinks at me.
“No,” I say quietly with a pout on my face.
“What was that?” he asks, putting his face closer to my lips.
“No.”
“And who did I spend my prom night making love to in a hotel?”
“Me.” I try my best not to smile, but the memory forces my lips upward.
It was his junior prom, meaning I was still a sophomore.
I couldn’t go unless a junior asked me, and since it would have been weird for my stepbrother slash secret boyfriend to bring me, and no guy had the balls to ask me out because of said stepbrother, I couldn’t go.
But he told me to make plans to sleep over at my friend’s house, and two hours into his prom, he ditched his friends, picked me up, and took me to a hotel, where we’d defiled every inch of our room until the sun rose.
That was one of the few times we didn’t get caught.
“I’m going to look at private planes for the firm next month, so soon it won’t matter.”
“Aren’t you fancy?” I smile before pressing my lips to his. “I’m so proud of you, Wild. Everything you’ve accomplished? Dad would be so proud of you.”
He gives me a sad smile. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Make him proud.” He swallows before looking at me. “And you.”
“No one is prouder of you than I am.” I press my lips to his gently before pulling back, but I keep my forehead pressed against his.
“And he is, babe. Maybe he’s not thrilled at you corrupting his little princess”—I smirk—“but no one else could have kept me as safe as you have. He’s happy that I’ve had you in my life. ”
“And maybe that’s what’s prompting all of this.
” He sighs as he leans back, and his covered dick pushes slightly through my slit.
I whimper, and he smiles a bit before moving the plate from behind me and setting me on the table.
He then props my feet on his thighs. “I can’t keep you safe from across the country. ”
“You’ve been doing okay so far.”
“It’s not enough,” he practically growls, and I can see his anxiety rising.
“I watch your fucking location like a hawk when I know you’re walking home from class.
” He drags his hands up my thighs and squeezes.
“The few times you go out?” He swallows and looks away.
“I’ve actually hired someone to make sure you get home okay when you’re out late. ”
I gasp in shock. “What?”
“There’s a guy.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Like…a stalker?”
He narrows his eyes at me playfully before rolling them. “Just someone to look out for you from time to time.”
“You hired me a—”
“Not officially, but I worry. I’ve always worried.
” He rubs my calves gently, squeezing every few seconds.
“You live in New York and…the fucking bodegas on every corner just remind me so much of…” He trails off, and I know exactly what he means.
It reminds him of the small convenience store where my dad was killed.
It’s why it took me a full six months to even go in one and why I have one of three I’ll go in, and I never deviate.
When we were in college, he was my shadow on weekends whenever he could.
He’d thrown an entire fit that I didn’t go to the University of North Carolina.
Instead, I opted to attend Duke, their rival school.
Not only were they less than twenty miles apart, but as much as I loved him, I wanted a life outside of my relationship with him.
I knew if we went to the same school, we’d be attached at the hip just like we always were.
Not to mention, it would be harder to hide the fact that we were stepsiblings.
Going to a different school allowed me to be a different person when I came to visit.
We were three hours from our hometown, attending schools that the majority of our high school didn’t even have a prayer of getting into, so we were mostly safe to be Halle and Sebastian, the lovers and not the stepsiblings.
He pulls me closer so my ass is on the edge of the table and looks up at me with a smirk.
“Wild, you don’t need to worry about me so much. You taught me how to look out for myself.” I cup his face, running my thumb over his full lips before stroking the spiky bristles on his jaw. And he had. He made me take self-defense classes, a year of kickboxing, and even Krav Maga.
“I hate that I haven’t been here to do it myself,” he murmurs. “We’ve been apart for four fucking years, Saint. And I hate it.”
“You left first,” I tell him, reminding him that he was the one who fled to Seattle after graduation.
“I know…I thought I was doing the right thing for us.” My heart thumps painfully in my chest at the memory.
I was still a college senior, and he’d just graduated and was leaving.
Our hometown. North Carolina. Me. I’d basically gotten on my hands and knees and begged him not to go.
Not to leave me here alone, but he went anyway, telling me that he’d always be there for me but that we couldn’t be together in the real world.
That we’d lived in the fantasy long enough, but no one would accept us.
I was a wreck until he called me drunk two days later, telling me that he missed me and would always love me.
That was the start of our long-distance relationship and the continuation of our yearly traditions on October seventh.
In a way, Wild was right. We couldn’t keep doing this.
It’s almost as if we’re frozen in time, unable to move on because that day is the only thing holding us together.
It’s the only time we allow ourselves to give in to us, and it isn’t enough anymore.
I want more, and from the looks and sounds of it, so does he.
He moves my shirt up and spreads my thighs, exposing my bare pussy to him, and I watch as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “God, you have the prettiest fucking pussy.”
“How would you know? You’ve only seen mine.” I run my hand through his hair and tug slightly. “Right?”
“I’ve watched porn,” he says, not taking his eyes away from the space between my legs, almost as if he’s mesmerized.
“Has it been hard?” He looks up at me, wanting me to continue, I guess. “Not sleeping with other women?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “It’s easy when no one but you gets my dick hard.” My sex clenches, and his eyes lower immediately to the movement before he grins. “Your pussy liked that answer, huh?”
“Shut up!” I squeal, trying to close my legs, but he holds them open, wrapping his large, warm hands around my thighs.
“Saint, you’ve been sitting on my lap for the past twenty minutes with a bare cunt. Stop playing coy like you don’t know you’re about to come all over my tongue.”
“Only if you agree to take your dick out and let me ride you after.”
“We’ll see,” he says, already lowering his face toward the apex of my thighs.
I frown. “We’ll see? You don’t want to fuck me?”
He presses his lips to the inside of my thigh and nips lightly at the skin. “Only if you squirt all over my face first.”
I groan even though my sex pulses at the memory because he loves it when he can make me do that. “Wild, you know I can’t just do that whenever you want it.”
He looks up at me with a wicked grin that makes my heartbeat pound between my legs. “You can when you put your mind to it.” He takes a minute to run his fingers over my tattoo on my hip. “Keep me wild,” he murmurs. “I’ve always wanted to keep you,” he whispers. “You are mine, Saint.”
“I know.”
He looks up at me, and I feel like we’ve been transported back to a time when we were just learning what we meant to each other.
The looks and the touches and kisses underneath the dead of night when we prayed Sara would stay asleep while we discovered each other under his or my sheets.
“Tell me you love me,” he grits out when he slides his fingers through my slit before licking his lips.
“You know I do.”
His other hand, not between my legs, grips my thigh tighter. “Say it.”
“I love you.” He moves closer, and I put a hand over myself, stopping him from pressing his mouth to me. He looks up at me with a confused and slightly angry expression for interfering with what I know to be one of his favorite things to do. “Tell me you love me.”