Epilogue
WEST
“Adventure” is Eva’s middle name, at least these days it is. We’re on our way back to St. Sebastian to get married, and here we are, thirty thousand feet in the air, and she’s got that glint in her eye. The one that says she wants to tick off an item from her bucket list: joining the mile-high club.
“Go,” she mouths to me before slipping into the airplane lavatory, all dark hair and mischief. I wait, counting beats. One. Two. Three. My pulse thunders in my ears. The flight attendant ambles away, distracted by a passenger waving for another mini bottle of wine. Now’s my chance.
I sidle past rows of occupied seats and slip into the cramped space where Eva awaits. “Romantic,” I whisper, but she’s already pulling me close.
“Shh,” she hisses, though her eyes are laughing.
“We’re really doing this?” I whisper, but who am I kidding? Of course we’re doing this.
We fumble with belts and buttons, the confined space forcing us into an awkward tango. My elbow bangs against the sink; her knee thuds against the door. It’s like trying to peel an orange in your pocket—difficult, messy, and highly inefficient.
“Sorry,” I mutter as she steadies herself against the toilet.
“Turn around,” I say, a throaty command. She complies, amusement dancing in those eyes that’ve seen far too much for her years.
As she bends over the porcelain throne, it whooshes to life, the automatic flush sounding like an alarm. “Shit,” I groan, but we’re beyond the point of no return. I guide myself to her, entering from behind, and a jolt of pleasure wipes away any lingering self-consciousness.
“West,” she breathes out, a mixture of excitement and urgency. Her voice is raw honey, sticky and sweet, drawing me in deeper.
“Right here.” My fingers grip her hips, anchoring us together amidst the turbulence of our passion and the literal turbulence shaking the plane. We’re two rebels defying gravity—in a way.
The cramped space is a poor substitute for a honeymoon suite, but the heat between Eva and me more than makes up for it. Just as I’m hitting a rhythm, there’s an insistent knock on the door, followed by the jiggling of the handle.
“Occupied!” we both blurt out in unison, our eyes locking in a shared moment of “Oh, crap” as we remember that we’re not supposed to both be in here.
“Someone’s eager,” Eva whispers.
Then comes another knock, more persistent this time. My heart thumps against my ribcage—not from exertion, but from the fear of imminent discovery. This is not exactly how I envisioned joining the mile-high club, with a line forming outside.
“One minute,” I murmur, taking that as a challenge.
It’s showtime.With zero finesse, I grab a fistful of Eva’s hair, a gentle tug that sends a clear message—we’re doing this white hot and fast.
“West!” she gasps, half shock, half delight, as I adjust her stance. It’s time I find the sweet spot, so I tip her hips just so, and suddenly, she’s unraveling beneath me. Her muted screams of pleasure fill the tiny room, bouncing off the walls, but hopefully not echoing down the aisle.
“Shh,” I say under my breath, my own pleasure skyrocketing at her reaction but tempered by the fear that we’re one loud moan away from possibly getting kicked off this flight. Her ecstasy is my kryptonite.
Her muted laughter mingles with the shuddering breath of her pleasure, and I fight to maintain control. Each thrust is a gamble, each sound we make a roll of the dice—will we get caught?
“God, West,” she pants, and I can tell she’s close to the edge. So am I. The risk, the thrill—it’s all fuel on the fire, pushing us toward a climax that promises to be as memorable as it is reckless.
“Almost there,” I grind out, determined to see this through. Consequences be damned. Because when it comes to Eva, I’ve always been all in. And if we’re going down, we’re going down together—in every sense of the word.
“Cover my mouth,” Eva gasps, her voice a breathless whisper. I slap my hand over her lips without hesitation. Her eyes spark with a wild excitement that sends an extra jolt of heat straight to my core.
“Like that?” I murmur, my voice rough, finding the whole situation ridiculously hot. She nods furiously against my palm, her muffled screams vibrating against my skin as I thrust harder, our rhythm turning frantic.
We’re a mess of limbs and heavy breathing, and I’m so far gone that I’m barely hanging on to the edge of control. Eva shifts so I can enter her deeper, and I know we’re both spiraling.
“West,” she screams into my hand, the sound muffled but still loud enough. I grind into her, and she convulses beneath me. It’s all I need to lose it completely, pleasure overwhelming me as we come apart together, the intensity of the moment blurring everything else into insignificance.
For a few heartbeats, we’re suspended in the aftermath, panting, sweaty, and more connected than ever. This is one for the books.
“Wow.” I pull back slightly to look at her flushed face. “That was—”
“So hot?” Eva offers, her grin wicked.
“Wild hot.” And we just joined the club she’s been joking about since forever.
We untangle ourselves with hushed laughter, cleaning up as best we can in the cramped space, splashing water on our faces and straightening clothes that tell tales of their own. I catch sight of us in the mirror—hair a mess, silly grins—and think, if this is how marriage starts, we’re in for the good kind of adventure.
“Ready to face the opposition?” Eva asks, her dark eyes sparkling.
“Only if it’s with you.” I press a quick kiss to her lips.
“Then let’s make an exit,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh. This woman—my soon-to-be wife—is a force to be reckoned with.
Hand in hand, we crack open the door, stepping out into the cabin like nothing. The person who was banging on the door is no longer there, and I’m guessing they moved to the bathroom at the front of the plane. The flight attendant glances our way, eyebrow raised, but we stroll back to our seats with the kind of nonchalance that should earn us an Oscar.
As we buckle in, I’m feeling like the richest man in the world—not because of money or status, but because I’ve got her.
And that’s worth more than any mile-high club membership.
Although, come on—I’ll definitely take that too.