Chapter 11 Vanna
ELEVEN
VANNA
For some reason, I’ve committed to going to Seattle. Maybe it was the vulnerability in the moment Stone opened up or the hope in his eyes when he affirmed he wanted me there, but I’m going to pretend like it’s to keep Daphne company.
That thought gets thrown out the window the moment I find out we’re not even sitting together on the plane since she booked her flight at the same time as her boyfriend. Which means I’m stuck with Stone.
“Our first trip as a couple.” He jokes as we line up to board.
“I can’t with you.”
I make sure he doesn’t miss the eye roll.
“You guys would be cute together.” Jace offers.
I whip my head behind me to glare at him. I wasn’t very fond of him after finding out he’s stolen my best friend and now I like him even less. He mutters a weak sorry as we step forward in line.
“I already have one needy guy at my heels; I don’t need another.” I tell them as I scan my boarding pass.
“You can’t seriously be thinking about going back to Hunter?” Daphne groans, throwing a pleading look at Stone as if he could do something about it.
“I saw that. Don’t give him the eyes.” I warn her. “I’m feeling very ganged up on here.”
“Babe, we care about you.”
“No, you care about me. Jace tolerates me and Lover Boy just wants to get his dick wet.”
“Okay, I’ll speak for the both of us when I say we take offense.” Jace scoffs.
“I think you’ll live.” I quip.
Stone nudges my arm playfully, “I don’t take offense. Can’t deny what’s true.”
“Jesus.” I sigh, fed up with this group already.
He smirks, the little point of his canine peeking out, and I would rather dig my own grave than admit how much it makes my stomach tingle.
When we get to our row, Stone grabs my hardtop suitcase and shoves it into the overhead compartment. I grumble my thanks and steal the seat by the window, leaving him to the isle.
He reaches past me to open the shade, allowing the sun to glare through. I ignore the subtle scrape of his forearm against my chest as I shove my headphones in my ears and begin my audiobook.
Out of the corner of my eye, I find him stealing glances at my phone.
“What are you doing?” I question, unplugging one ear and flipping my phone face down.
“Downloading the book you’re listening to.”
“What? Why?!”
“Why not? Maybe it will give us something to talk about.”
“It won’t. I promise.”
He lifts his phone and shows me he’s already done it, then makes a whole ordeal out of putting his earbuds in and pressing play. He winks and my stomach drops.
Mostly because he’s about to listen to porn on tape.
Three hours into the flight the female main character has already been railed by two guys at once. I can feel myself start to sweat with how aroused I am, and it certainly doesn’t help that Stone is sitting next to me listening to the same thing.
It’s when I catch Stone adjusting himself that I break. Pushing to my feet, I climb over him, eager to get away and go to the bathroom. A little water splashed on my face might help cool things down.
As soon as I close the door behind me, I take several deep breaths, then wet my face. I don’t care if everyone on this plane thinks I’m shitting. I take a good long time to simmer down. When I finally open the door again, I’m tackled back inside.
A startled yelp meets the palm of Stone’s hand as it curls around my mouth. Locking us in, he flips me around to face the warped mirror and rips my cotton shorts down to my ankles. His breath weighs heavy in my ear as he shoves two fingers inside of me.
And without so much as a word, he pumps. Vigorously. Until the only sound we hear is the squelching of my pussy as it splashes against his hand.
When his mouth clamps down on the curve of my neck, I let out an involuntary moan. Though it’s stifled, it still rings like alarm bells through the tiny space.
If I thought he couldn’t thrust any damn faster, he proves me wrong. Building is a pressure that’s bound to explode any second and even if I fought with all my strength, I wouldn’t be able to keep it from breaking me in two.
As if he can already feel my impending release, he quickly unzips his pants and pulls himself out.
He continues to work me with everything he has while he holds himself with his free hand.
When stars burst behind my closed eyes and my pussy clamps down around his fingers, I hear him groan.
Heat splashes across my ass and I realize he came on me.
I bring my eyes up to the mirror, meeting his. There’s an unhinged look of madness in his icy glare that keeps me from speaking a word. Instead, he scrapes his cum off my skin and shoves his fingers back inside of me.
And this time, I do say something.
“What the fuck?!”
“What?” He plays dumb.
I yank on his arm, dislodging him from inside of me and smack him clean across the face. Unsure what to expect next, I brace myself, but he only smirks.
“How dare you? It’s bad enough I had to get checked after the first incident and now this?!”
“Okay, calm down. You came back clean right?”
My brows furrow even deeper while my nostrils flare.
“So?”
“So, I’m clean. Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Yeah, I second that last part.” I glower. “And what if I get pregnant?”
He chuckles, “We live together. I’ve seen your birth control sitting around.”
I open my mouth to argue further but then start to think about what he’s said. How has he seen my birth control? I keep it in my-
“Wow. You went through my drawers?”
He shrugs, unlocking the bathroom door. My eyes widen in a threatening stare, daring him to leave without answering me, but he does anyway.
On the walk back to our seats, I ignore the accusatory looks. Despite their stares lighting my skin on fire.
He plops down first, forcing me to climb over him and even though I’m highly irritated, I do just that.
As I straddle him, I whisper, “You didn’t wash your hands.”
Without breaking eye contact, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks both of them clean, then wipes the residue off on my chest.
Completely baffled, I do the only thing left. Slide back into my seat and ignore him for the rest of the flight.
When we land, exiting feels like a walk of shame with disgusted eyes and whispers about the two deviants who held up the bathroom to join the mile high club.
What they don’t know is that I never wanted to join.
It wasn’t on my bucket list and in fact maybe they should be more concerned for me than judgmental.
But that’s the world we live in.
Daphne and Jace wait for us at the gate with repressed smiles, but neither one of them is succeeding.
“Why are you smiling at me like that?”
“Oh no reason.” Daph sing-songs.
“Whatever. Can we get moving. I feel like I’m drowning with this many people around. I need air.” ?