Chapter 10
HADLEY
Brecken wanted me to go home with him. His words kept replaying in my head as we all transferred from the helicopter to the plane.
Brecken and I took the seats in the back of the plane.
Sera sat near the front, and Whit and Devon went into the cockpit.
I gripped Brecken’s hand during takeoff.
After going through hell, my fear of flying seemed silly but it was still at the back of my mind.
Then a miracle happened, something which had never been in the realm of possibility during any of my previous flights, the motion of the plane lulled me to sleep.
I woke up to the sound of the landing gear going down and found myself with my head in Brecken’s lap, his fingers running through my hair.
The feeling was incredibly soothing, but I jerked up when the plane landed with a bump.
“We’re safe and sound in the States now, Hadley,” Brecken reassured me.
“But what about Customs?” I worried aloud. “I don’t have any paperwork with me. Nothing to prove who I am, let alone that I’m an American citizen.”
I heard the screech of brakes and then Sera jumped up from her seat and got to work at opening the plane door.
“No need,” Brecken answered, undoing my seat belt and tugging me behind him as he strode down the aisle between the seats. By the time we made it to the door, the stairs were down and a hot guy with a beautiful younger woman was climbing up them. “We’re getting off here.”
“It’s good to see you made it back without damaging my plane,” the guy joked, slapping Brecken on the back as he moved past us.
“Oh, stop it, Morgan,” the girl scolded, flashing me a quick grin. “We both know you couldn’t care less about the plane. Even if you did, it wouldn’t matter since you owe him a debt which can never be repaid.”
I wondered what Brecken could have done for this man to be in his debt to such an extent that the loss of a private plane would be negligible.
Morgan pulled the woman into his lap as he sat down in the aisle seat in the front row.
The love in his gaze as he looked at her was evident to anyone seeing them together.
“You’re right, Angel. Without him, I wouldn’t have been able to save you and all the planes in the world wouldn’t come close to the loss that would have been. ”
Mystery solved then. Brecken had helped save her life, just as he’d done with me. If I was lucky, maybe he’d come to look at me the way Morgan gazed at his Angel.
“No time to chat,” Sera growled at us. “You need to get out of here before air traffic control realizes we stopped. This might be a tiny airport, but we can’t count on them being completely oblivious.”
“You heard the woman,” Morgan replied. “I left the engine running. I bought the car yesterday and the title work is in your name. There’s a cooler in the back that Angel packed for you, and you’ll find a suitcase filled with clothes, toiletries and the papers you had overnighted to me.”
“It sounds like you thought of everything,” Brecken called out as we made our way down the stairs.
“You didn’t even say thank you,” I pointed out when he climbed into the driver’s seat after getting me belted in on the passenger’s side.
“We don’t usually do the thank you thing,” he replied. “Morgan’s my best friend.”
“Wow,” I breathed. “Your best friend does stuff like loaning you his plane and buying you a car?”
“Not usually, but this mission was different.”
“Different?” I repeated. Could what I was thinking be true? Had he been serious when he’d said I’d been precious to him from the moment he saw my photo? Had he really reached out to his friend because of what he felt for me from the start? “Because of me?”
He reached across the console to squeeze my hand. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, Hadley? I’d do just about anything for you.”
I cocked my head and studied him as he raced out of the service entrance to the private airport and headed for the highway.
As hard as it was to believe since we’d only met two days ago, I had faith he was telling me the truth.
Although the sun was setting in the sky, I could still see his face clearly.
His eyes were focused on the road ahead of us, but his expression was determined, as though keeping me safe was his most important mission.
My heart raced in my chest as butterflies took flight in my stomach.
“I feel the same way about you, Brecken.”
His hand tightened around mine and he briefly glanced my way, male satisfaction in his gaze. “You already did all you need to do, my precious girl. It’s my job to take care of you from here on out.”
With his declaration, my heart melted and I was filled with the resolve to make sure this relationship, whatever it was, didn’t end up being one-sided.
I wanted to give to Brecken at least as much as I took from him.
It was the one thought which kept replaying in my head as we raced through the evening, heading towards Brecken’s home.
“I don’t even know where you live,” I mumbled.
Brecken must have had exceptional hearing because he caught what I said. “Chicago.”
“Is that where we’re headed?”
“It is,” he confirmed.
It was dark outside and there wasn’t much traffic on the road with us. “Any idea when we’ll need to stop?”
“I’d like to go until we need to stop for gas in about an hour or so, if that works for you.”
I turned my head away from him to hide my sly grin. “It’s more than okay with me.”
Taking a deep breath, I gave myself a silent pep talk. Life was short. I was stronger than I knew. I could do anything if I set my mind to it. Even this.
I unlaced my fingers from his grip and lifted his arm to place it over my shoulder. Then I undid my seat belt and leaned sideways in my seat to whisper in his ear. “Remember back at the waterfall when I said I wanted to taste you too?”
His arm dropped down, his hand tightening on the back of my neck and holding me in place. “Yes,” he hissed out. “But you don’t need to do it like this.”
I pushed against his hold to look into his eyes. “What if I want to do it exactly like this? To have my first blow job happen with you right here in the front seat while you’re driving me to the safety of your home?”
“Fuck, Hadley,” he groaned, his hand clenching. “How the hell am I supposed to say no to something like that?”
“You’re not,” I breathed out. “You should give in and let me do exactly what I want.”
He released my neck, moving his hand down my back.
With his other hand, he set the cruise control right at the speed limit and undid his cargo pants, unzipping the fly and shoving his boxers down.
His dick jutted out, fully hard. It was all the permission I needed.
I reached down and gave it a few tentative strokes.
“Feels so damn good.”
The huskiness of Brecken’s voice made me bold, or bolder than I was already being.
I strengthened my grip on him and rose to my knees in my seat.
Bending forward, I moved my hand from his dick to the side of his seat and placed the other on the handbrake for leverage.
Once I was positioned the right way, I dipped my head and licked the tip of his dick, enjoying the salty taste of the drop of pre-come I gathered on my tongue.
His answering groan told me how much he was enjoying my actions and spurred me on more.
Sliding my mouth halfway down his length, I suck at him eagerly. My cheek muscles were straining to fit him into my mouth and I struggled to take more of his dick.
“Work your mouth up and down on me.”
I began to slide my mouth up and down his shaft, moaning when I felt the muscles of his leg tighten under me and his fist clench in the fabric of my shirt. I moaned against his flesh at the feeling of power that coursed through my veins.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Do that again.”
I moaned again, letting him feel the vibrations from my throat. His hand moved up, tangling in my hair as he began to guide the movements of my head.
“Can you suck me harder?”
“Mmmm-hmmm.” It was the only answer I could manage while my mouth was full of his dick. That and the pumping of my cheek muscles against his shaft while I opened and closed my lips around his length. It was more than enough, though. His hips jerked up and there was a loud gasp above me.
“You better pull away unless you want me to come in your mouth.”
I didn’t pull away. Instead, I sucked harder until I felt the jet of his come hit the back of my throat. I held still as his dick twitched in my mouth, swallowing when I finally lifted my head. Licking my lips, I sat up and shifted back into my seat, blushing.
“Marry me.” I felt the blood drain from my face, removing all traces of my embarrassment at my boldness.
“What?” I gasped, certain I hadn’t heard him right.
He pulled over to the side of the road, put the car in park and turned to face me. Pulling my hands into his own, he looked deeply into my eyes. “Marry me,” he repeated.
“I guess I must be really good at blow jobs,” I joked.
“You are,” he agreed, his lip tilting up in a grin. “But that’s not why I’m asking. The last name change may help me to hide you.”
My heart dropped. This was definitely the least romantic proposal in the history of the world. I crossed my arms over my chest, a protective shield I suddenly felt I needed for this conversation. “Don’t you think marriage is a little excessive?”
Brecken reached down and rested his hand on my belly. “You’re going to become my wife one way or another.”
“How romantic,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.
“And you could be pregnant with my baby already.”