Chapter Seven
“When you said we were flying to the USA, I never thought it’d be in your own freaking jet, Colt,” I squeak out as we all walk across the tarmac to the waiting private jet.
“Well, when you’re famous, you get privileges.
Not only that, but the jet is also necessary to get us from one place to another easily.
Walking through airports can be a problem, even though we do have to resort to it from time to time,” Colt replies as he takes my hand and leads me up the staircase.
My hands are shaking, and the tap dancing troupe is having another concert in my stomach.
I’m so nervous.
I hate flying with a vengeance.
And even though I’m sure a private jet is just as safe as a large plane, I can’t help but think the smaller the plane, the smaller the engine, the greater the chance of something going wrong.
It all ends with me dying in a fiery explosion or drowning in the ocean when the jet breaks apart.
Either way, I’m doomed, and I’m not happy right now.
I step inside the jet, and it’s instant luxury.
An all-cream leather interior with giant seats everywhere greets me, with little tables in between.
It’s more like a hotel than a plane. I walk along the spacious aisle with Colt’s hand on my lower back—comforting, steady, a silent promise that wherever we are headed, we’re in this together.
“We can sit there if you want.” Colt gestures toward a table with two seats near the rear of the jet. Grateful, I slide into the aisle seat, silently offering a prayer of thanks as Colt settles in by the window.
My breathing escalates as the other band members and the Slayettes all crowd into the jet.
On top of that, my grip on the chair’s armrest gets tighter as a hostess shuts the jet door and locks it.
I am sooo going to die!
Colt looks at me and rests his hand on top of mine. “Dee… you okay?” He looks at me intently.
Swallowing hard, I nod, my eyes wide as gripping fear paralyzes me when the engines roar to life. Somehow, I grip the armrest harder and scrunch my eyes closed as tightly as possible while the jet moves slightly.
“Dee, what’s wrong?” Colt asks as he pries my hand from the armrest, finger by finger, and takes it in his.
“I hate flying,” I whisper breathlessly.
He chuckles slightly and kisses the back of my hand. “I had no idea. Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve gotten you some tablets to help you relax before the flight?”
I feel my bottom lip start to quiver. Daddy never made me fly. We always took holidays to destinations reachable by cruise ship or by driving.
“Okay, I can fix this,” he says, holding my hand even tighter.
“Tamara. Can we have two of the usual, please, and keep them coming?”
“Certainly, Mr. Slade.”
“Two of the usual?” I ask.
He smiles brightly. “Don’t worry. It’ll take the edge off, I promise.”
At this point, I’ll do anything to get rid of these nerves.
Tamara returns with two glasses of amber liquid. She places them on the table in front of us, smiles at Colt, then walks away.
I wrinkle my nose and look at Colt curiously as he hands me the glass. “What is it?” I ask.
He smirks. “Your best friend. Trust me, it’ll help,” he says, clinking his glass against mine.
“Colt, it’s early in the day. I can’t drink this now,” I weakly protest.
He smirks. “Well, it’s afternoon somewhere in the world, and it’ll help calm your nerves. So, bottoms up.” He brings the glass to his lips and downs the contents.
“I’ve turned into an alcoholic since I met you,” I reply with a slight smile.
“Well, you should have no problem drinking it, then.”
I exhale and throw back my old friend, Jack. Colt chuckles when I scrunch up my face in disgust while the jet moves along the runway quickly, and I clench my eyes shut.
Colt squeezes my hand tightly. “I’m right here with you. I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe with me,” Colt affirms, calming me slightly.
The cabin shakes as we lift off, and everyone in the jet cheers except for Colt and me.
Ascending higher and higher into the sky, I feel numb.
Colt watches me intensely while I shake in my seat and feel like I’m fading in and out.
I know I’m not, but my dreamlike state has me frozen in a living nightmare, my breathing quickening and my palms sweating.
“I’m right here, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he says, snapping me back into reality.
Did he just call me baby?
“Baby?” I ask, looking directly at him.
“Yeah, just kinda came out,” he says, kissing my hand again.
A calm washes over me as Tamara returns with another two glasses of Jack. I’m so focused on the liquid swirling that I barely pay attention to her. No sooner does she set the glasses down than I pick one up and shoot it.
Colt laughs and does the same. “C’mon, let’s get pissed and forget we’re even on a jet,” Colt says, and I giggle for the first time since getting on this stupid jet.
He waves Tamara over. “Can we have the whole bottle, please?”
“Sure, Mr. Slade.”
Dingo walks over and slaps Colt across the back of the head. “What are you doin’ drinking already?” he asks.
I bite my lip and swallow.
“Dee’s scared of flying, so we’re gonna forget we’re on a damn jet.”
Dingo laughs. “Well, Little Bean, you’d better get used to flying if you wanna hang out with us.”
I smile and give him a slight shrug. “I’m trying.”
“Yeah, I can see. Well, have fun getting hammered.” I watch him walk to the front of the jet, where the rest of the band and the Slayettes are seated. I can’t help but notice Jessi eyeing me like she’s a tiger, ready to pounce on her prey. That woman has a crazed look about her at times.
Tamara returns with a bottle of Jack and places it on the table in front of us.
“Thanks, Tam,” Colt says.
“Okay, let’s get this piss party started,” Colt suggests, pouring another glass.
A few hours, a half-empty bottle of Jack later, and I’m feeling far more relaxed. I’m still functioning, albeit tipsy. We’re talking about our past and funny stories about ourselves.
I’m enjoying myself and not worrying about the flight at all.
A little curious as to what it looks like out the window of the jet next to where Colt is seated, I stand abruptly, and Colt looks at me curiously. Shuffling toward him, I sit on his lap.
Apparently, my inhibitions have left with my nerves.
He wraps his arms around me as I cuddle into his chest.
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
“I wanted to look out the window,” I answer, and he chuckles.
“So, you didn’t want to sit on my lap. You’re just using me for the view.” He chuckles.
“Right,” I reply.
Colt shakes his head and opens the window blind.
When I look out the small porthole, there are clouds below and a bright, beautiful blue sky.
It’s one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen.
The clouds look like pieces of cotton wool, and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you could walk on them.
They are incredibly wonderful and something I never thought I would see up close like this.
“It’s almost surreal.” I lean forward in his lap, almost pressing my nose to the window.
“Trust me, it’s real,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
I turn to face him, and his eyes are smoldering with lust. No one has ever looked at me like Colt does, and it sends a shiver up my spine. I lean back into him, and his hand moves to my cheek, then around to the back of my neck, his magnetism pulling me toward him.
That undeniable spark between us is ever-present, and my pulse starts to race as I look into his eyes.
With his hand on the back of my neck, he pulls me toward him, and our lips lock together.
The kiss is sweet and tender, and his softness against my lips makes me crave him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and he kisses me slowly, but when I open my mouth to allow his tongue access, he immediately takes the opportunity.
It’s not rushed and hard but gentle and passionate.
I feel my core react as I move my hands into his hair.
He groans a little when he shifts under me, then I feel his erection poking me in the ass.
Pulling back, I give him a shy smile before kissing him again.
Maybe I’m too swept up in the newness to remember clearly, but I don’t recall Joseph ever having this effect on me. And after his harsh words, I doubt I ever made him feel anything but contempt for me. So it’s nice to know I can have this effect on Colt.
Our kissing grows heated and more passionate, and his breathing quickens. His free hand finds its way to my inner thigh, caressing it, slowly moving higher and higher. My breath hitches as a wave of lust washes over me.
I don’t know whether it’s because of the liquid courage or the natural chemistry between us, but I move, so I’m now straddling him. The new position has my pussy pressed in line with his hard cock, and his hands move to my ass, holding me firmly in place.
Colt thrusts his erection up into the crotch of my jeans, and I can’t help myself when I moan slightly as I grind back.
The contact against my soaking wet pussy has me panting.
I want him. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want him at this moment.
I’m getting lost in him. Our kiss is all-consuming as we grind against each other without abandon.
At this point, I’ve lost my inhibitions and wouldn’t care if Colt took me right here in the jet cabin. I want him that badly.
“Woo-hoo! Colt and Dee gettin’ it on. Shit, you guys are turning me on just watching you,” I vaguely hear.
Pulling my lips from his as Colt tries to catch his breath, I turn to see Dingo, Johnny, and Huxley staring at us with giant smiles on their faces. I attempt to control my breathing, looking back at Colt, who’s gazing at me with a seductive look of promise on his face.
“Fuck off, guys. Give us some privacy, yeah?” Colt asks.