Epilogue
One year later
Thirty thousand miles above The Pacific Ocean
“ D o you think you could stop for like five minutes. I’m trying to eat,” Blake whined from where he sat across the aisle, munching into this food as if it was worthy of a Michelin Star.
“Can’t stop, won’t stop,” I said with a final kiss to Corbin’s mouth. “He needs constant distraction, so he isn’t focused on the fact we’re in a plane,” I added, sticking my tongue out at my brother.
“The rest of us don’t need to hear you guys for the next fourteen hours,” he grumbled.
“Your whinging is more annoying than their kissing,” the woman beside him interjected and I grinned.
Blake had noticed her while we were in customs, and she’d ignored every advance he’d thrown her way since.
Giving him not even the slightest glance as he bumbled through copious pick-up lines and reasons to talk to her.
It made the wait to board entertaining for Corbin and me.
Only now, she’d taken the bait, and I saw the way his eyes illuminated, his attention captivated .
“Poor girl just signed herself up for a very long flight,” turning towards my fiancé, I grinned.
He was as still as a statue, his eyes firmly placed on the movie playing in front, only the firm set of his jaw told me he wasn’t paying attention.
He was doing everything he could not to think about how high in the air we were, or how much longer we had until we landed at Melbourne Airport.
Snaking my fingers under the blanket, I grazed his inner thigh, his eyes darting to mine as my fingers drew a pattern over his quickly hardening dick. “You good there, Mr. Shelbin?” I teased.
The audible sound of him swallowing told me he was struggling, but the equally firm feel now registering underneath my hand told me I had the means to help.
“I think I signed myself up for a very long flight,” he grumbled, and I giggled, leaning into him and placing a kiss on his jaw.
“By the time we land, you are going to be so desperate to bend me over, you won’t even remember it,” I said against his skin, ignoring the resulting ache that occurred between my own legs.
“Maybe I won’t wait,” he said, his own hand reaching across and lifting my skirt until he was able to easily slip his fingers inside my thong.
“Corbs,” I begged softly, “My brother is right there.” My plea was only half-hearted, my knees separating as he traced his finger down my slit before coming back to press on my clit.
Thank God there was a blanket covering us, and Blake was currently enthralled with the mysterious beauty to his left or we’d be in trouble.
“Then you better be quiet,” he answered mischievously, turning his body towards me and gently biting my lip. “This seems a better use of my time,” he added, and I scowled, torn between wanting to rip his hand away or ride it, other passengers, including my brother, be damned.
I’d planned to edge him the entire trip.
Make him so desperate that he would beg me to make a detour at the airport as soon as we got off this flight.
Only now, as I scowled at him, doing my best not to move my hips or draw any kind of attention to us, I realised he was in control.
I lifted the blanket a little so it wouldn’t shake under his movements and draw unwanted scrutiny.
“That doesn’t even feel good,” I lied, practically panting into his mouth. “Definitely unmellow yellow .”
That smirk which nearly brought me to my knees every single time, split his face.
“Your wet pussy tells me that’s a lie,” his grin widened as he pushed a finger inside me, stifling my moan with a kiss.
My own hand had stilled, holding his thick cock through his pants but unmoving as he slowly pumped in and out of me.
“Turn towards me and bring your knee up,” he instructed, and I obeyed instinctively, swivelling to face him and giving him far easier access to my greedy centre.
He looked the picture of innocence, staring down at me with hooded eyes so that if someone looked over, he could be mistaken for being asleep, only his wrist movements under the blanket were anything but docile.
“You’re going to come on my hand and then I’m going to taste you on my fingers,” he commanded, his breath grazing my ear. His touch traced slow circles around my sensitive bud before he pushed another finger inside me.
Oh, fuck.
I looked at him with wide eyes, terrified of being caught but powerless to stop. It didn’t matter where we were, he could instantly make me ache, his fingers eliciting lightning under my skin within minutes.
“No one knows my fingers are deep inside you,” he whispered, reading my concern. “No one knows you’re about to squeeze my hand as you shatter around me,” the heat in his eyes set my blood alight. The familiar tingle of release licking my stomach as my breathing increased against his lips.
He was as handsome as the day I saw him at Melbourne airport eighteen months ago, only now, we were returning as an engaged couple.
It was only going to be a short trip. The new office he was heading was thriving, and he couldn’t be away for too long.
But I didn’t mind, because when we returned in just under three weeks, it would be as husband and wife.
His parents, sister and Blake, our only witnesses, and our good old friend Kenn officiating.
When looking online, we started with all the places we stayed while traversing the coast of the place our friendship first started.
And you can imagine my surprise when I discovered that Kenn wasn’t only one of the best chef’s I knew but also a marriage officiant – and licensed mechanic apparently.
Corbin hadn’t originally liked the idea, worried the reception might become a hotbox, but I brushed that right off.
Secretly hoping that was the case while assuring him that was highly unlikely.
Aunty Ash had been over the moon, not only that we were getting married back in Australia, but that her son was coming home.
He never did quite make it back until now, having the things he needed shipped, and working remotely until they found an appropriate space for the office.
Corbin had done some research of his own, finding the perfect location only forty minutes from The Valley and when his boss agreed, the decision was made.
He would stay on a Working Holiday Visa and once we married, he would apply for permanent residency, if I chose to sponsor him.
Which right now, I might reconsider.
“Corb,” I panted, close to losing my mind and worried I wasn’t going to be able to stay quiet. The aircraft was hushed, passengers either asleep or lost to their own devices, however, I could still hear muffled voices around us as people chatted quietly.
He leant over, pressing delicately light kisses to my mouth while he increased the pace of his hand. My skin tingled, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I arched into his touch as discreetly as I could.
“I fucking love the feel of being inside you,” he growled into my ear, pushing me that much closer to release. “The feeling of you pulsing for me,” he added .
I wanted to straddle him, take his cock inside and ride him as if we were the only two people on this aircraft.
He leant in closer, the stubble of his jaw rough against my neck, “Look at you staying quiet while you fuck my hand, such a good girl,” he praised, and I erupted, my eyes squeezing closed as I came undone on his hand, breathing through my release without making a single sound.
When I finally came back to myself, I scowled at the look of pure delight on his face. The desire was evident in his lazy smile as he carefully withdrew his hand, before bringing it up to his mouth and as promised, licking his fingers clean.
“You’re too damn sexy for your own good, Mr. Chambers,” I whispered, as he took my mouth with his own, coating me with my own pleasure.
He hummed his appreciation softly, “And you are my favourite flavour,” his look of smug satisfaction only causing me to recommence my own tender strokes.
“We still have a long flight,” I stated with a slight shrug.
“You came out of the gates quickly, but we will see who can last longer,” I dared with a raise of the brow.
I brought both legs up onto the seat and leaned into his chest, portraying the dutiful fiancé snuggling into her man so she could sleep comfortably.
Only I was simultaneously unzipping his shorts, and taking him in my hand, where I was going to repay the favour, only slower.
“Shel-” whatever he was about to say was cut short as I dug my hand further into his briefs, cupping his balls and squeezing them gently.
His head fell back, his eyes closed, again looking as though he were resting, but the firm length of his cock, the warm drop of pre-cum leaking on my hand and the hard set of his jaw told me otherwise.
The devilishly handsome man with the gorgeous green eyes and mouth-watering smile, was mine, and I was going to tease and taunt him until this plane landed.
“Come on, Ri, just give me your number?” Blake whined and she shook her head, not even bothering with a verbal response. He’d pestered the poor thing the entire flight. He could be an annoying little turd when he wanted something, and it was obvious he wanted her.
We watched as he lunged for her suitcase right before she could, easily lifting it from the carousel and placing it in front of her before bowing dramatically.
“My lady,” he said, and I stifled my laugh in Corbin’s bicep.
“I’m not your lady,” she snapped, placing her handbag over the top of her suitcase and heading towards her friends who appeared to be enjoying this as much as we were.
“But you will be, Ri,” Blake replied with a confidence I envied.
“My name isn’t Ri,” she gritted with exasperation, and I empathised with the poor thing.
It must have been a very tiresome flight of trying to sleep and read while my brother peppered her with questions.
She held firm though, giving him the absolute bare minimum and I admired her game.
While her friends in the row in front were loud and giggling for most of the flight, she’d always been a step behind.
Quieter. An observer rather than a player, and by the end of the flight I even wanted to know more about her.
“Okay, Harriet,” he said readily. “But when we’re married, I’ll call you Ri,”
She threw him a look of pure disgust and I felt Corbin chuckle against me as I shot him a grin of my own. This made waiting for our bags much more interesting than it could have been.
“Doubtful,” Harriet/Ri replied, as I wondered if that really was her name and how Blake even knew that given she’d told him nothing .
“You’re already following me on my socials. We’re practically engaged,” he called as she began to walk away.
“I’ll be unfollowing you the second I can,” she called over her shoulder.
“Okay, but we can still message. I need to know how long I must go without you, Ri?” He challenged. Even those around us were now stopping to enjoy the push and pull of this ridiculous charade.
She threw her middle finger up over her shoulder and Blake’s laugh bounced around the airport.
“You have a lot to learn about women, Blake,” I said, with a laugh of my own.
“Just wait,” he said, as we all continued to watch her walk away, our bags forgotten, “if she turns back-” his words were cut off as just before she turned the corner, she flung her narrowed gaze back to his before disappearing. My brother laughed, high fiving my equally pleased fiancé.
“If she turns back?” I questioned, confused as to why they were both celebrating.
“If she turns back, she wants one last look. Means she’s interested,” Corbin said as if he was suddenly an expert on women.
“Oh, I didn’t realise you were such a womaniser,” I joked. “It took you almost thirty years to admit your feelings for me,” I said to a still smiling Corbin, “and you know nothing about her,” I threw at my brother.
“That’s your future sister-in-law you’re talking about, have some respect,” he replied, again high-fiving Corbin.
Sighing, I turned back to the carousel, waiting for our luggage and ignoring the ridiculous banter of my two favourite men until Blake disappeared to get something to eat.
“You’re lucky your brother is here, or I would have found a supply closet and fucked you by now,” Corbin whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine .
Turning, I shot him a surreptitious wink. “You’re welcome,” I replied. I’d given him the distraction he needed to endure the flight, although it came with a side of blue balls and the strained pinch of his brow told me he was ready for release.
“I bet your parents are already waiting,” I said, leaning back into him and enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped around my waist.
“No doubt.”
“Happy to be home?” I looked up at him and he leant down, dropping a kiss to my forehead.
“I’m definitely happy to be back in Australia for a couple of weeks, but this isn’t home anymore,” he shrugged. “Home is wherever you are,” he stated matter of fact, and I melted into him.
“Comments like that are why I’m marrying you in three days, Corbin Chambers.”
“I thought it was because of the way I can make you come on a plane of 400 people in less than one minute?” He smirked, sending a bolt of heat to my belly at the memory.
“Mmmm,” I hummed against his lips, “that too.”
“Later,” Corbin promised with a final kiss.
“Counting on it,” I shot back, taking his outstretched hand and heading towards the Arrivals gate, ready to begin our forever in the place it all started. The place where we were born, fell in love and would now become man and wife.
“Colour?” He asked.
“ Robin’s Egg Blue . You?”
“ Turquoise . I want to go back to The Springs, and you can wear that bikini,” he spoke quietly and a smile split my face. Memories of the day we almost kissed flashing through my mind.
“Maybe this time we won’t be interrupted,”
“Even if we are, I won’t hesitate this time.” He promised with a wink, and I leant into him, wondering if those Springs would still be considered such a pure natural monument if we dirtied them up a little .
“But first, I want a good coffee,” Corbin said, looking around the terminal and pulling me from my own filthy mind.
“We have good coffee,” I replied, halting our movements at the horror of his words.
“You have coffee, Australia has coffee .” Only laughing at my scrunched brow, he tugged me forward until I was right by his side again.
“Come on, Canada, follow me,” he mumbled into my hair as he placed another kiss to the top of my head.
“Always,” I promised before sighing in contentment, feeling truly lucky to be marrying the boy next door.