39. Epilogue
Epilogue
Carter
Six Months Later
“ I hear plane engines,” Lina comments, tightly gripping my hand. She fought the blindfold the entire time, but I told her we weren’t going unless she put it on. After a mild tantrum, huffing and puffing a few times, she finally let me put it over her eyes.
Lina and I are in the process of buying a house, and with her working so much and starting the pilot’s academy in a few weeks, I wanted us to get away together for a while.
“Yeah,” I say, leading her toward the boarding steps of the personal plane that will be taking us to Bora Bora.
I booked us a ten-night stay in an overwater bungalow.
“These are steps into a plane,” she says excitedly.
“You’re right again.”
I lead her into the spacious cabin, taking care not to let her bump into anything.
She hops from one foot to the other. “Can I take it off yet?”
I laugh. “Sure.”
Lina rips the blindfold off. Her eyes grow wide, and her face brightens. “Did you get us a private plane?”
“I did.” I smile.
Her eyes scan the area before she turns to me. Jumping into my arms, she wraps her legs tightly around my waist.
“Where are we going?” Her hands clasped on my neck.
“I’m taking you to Bora Bora.” I lightly kiss the tip of her nose while gripping her ass, holding her in place. “I thought getting away without being on the clock would be nice. And with house hunting and you starting flight training soon—” I continue, but Lina interjects, “Thank you.”
“Of course, baby.”
Her grin turns into a chuckle. “You’re not going to propose, are you?”
“Would you say yes if I did?” I answer her in an even tone.
“Carter, I’m joking!” She laughs, but her breathing picks up when she notices my straight face. “Are you serious?”
I had planned to ask her to marry me on this trip—it seemed like the perfect place to do it—but that’s not something Lina would want. I don’t think she’ll ever want to get married, and I’m okay with that as long as she’s mine.
“I would marry you right here if I could,” I reply, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. “But I know that’s not something you want, and that’s okay. I’ll be here ready and willing whenever you are.”
“Hello!” The caterer I hired for dinner enters the cabin and interrupts our moment. “It looks like we’re having a plethora of nice food tonight.”
“I’m so excited.” Lina beams, lifting the silver cloche covers. She bends to sniff the chicken, salmon, and brussel sprouts .
He removes the dish from the second level of the cart. “Here is the dessert, a strawberry cheesecake.”
I extend my arm for a handshake. “This all looks great. Thanks, Jeff.”
“Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Hernandez,” he says, shaking my hand.
My back straightens, and I glance over to Lina. She has a wide grin on her face.
“Thank you so much,” she replies without even flinching. Interesting.
As soon as Lina and I are alone, I turn to her with a smirk on my face large enough for her to see. “Mrs. Hernandez now?”
She puts a hand on her hip. “I wasn’t correcting him.” Then she slumps into one of the reclining chairs. “Besides, I kind of liked the way it sounded.”
“So, you’re saying there’s a chance?” My eyebrows raise.
She blushes. “Baby.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I grab one of the champagne glasses from the table.
After a quick debrief with the captain and some preflight emergency checks, Lina and I are off to spend the next week and a half secluded in paradise together.
I take the chair on the other side of the table. Lina lays her arms flat out in front of us, gesturing for me to lean in. “You can take that however you want.”
“Interesting.” I lick my lips and slide my fingers between hers.
“How much privacy do we have on these planes?” she teases, releasing my hands while straightening to sit upright.
“What do you mean?” I know what she’s getting at, and that’s why I made sure to book us the jet with a private bedroom to sleep.
Lina lifts out of her chair and strolls around to my side. “Well,” she says, slipping between me and the table before sitting on top of it. “It’s a nine-hour flight, and I’m not sure I can keep my hands off you for that long, Captain Hernandez.”
Bringing my arms around her waist, I clasp them behind her ass and scoot her closer. “I fucking love how bad you want my dick.”
She yelps and giggles.
“Take your clothes off and get into the bedroom,” I command.
Lina smiles, then leaps off the table and sprints toward the back of the plane where the private room is located. I take one more sip of champagne, then follow behind her. The room is only big enough to fit a queen-sized bed, with narrow walking space on each side—small space for me to do all the things that I want to do to her, but I’ll have to make it work.
Lina flings herself onto the bed with a dreamy expression. God, I love this woman.
“Bend over.”