26. Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-six
Hudson
Marriage.
I’ve found a loophole in the rules, a way for us to be together and for us both to still stay at the college.
She has to marry me.
The real shocker is that I’m fucking ecstatic about the idea. The man who never wanted to get married, who was never going to settle down, has been brought to his knees by a twenty-fucking-two-year-old brat.
We fly to London tonight, and we’ll enjoy the few days we’ve got there just the two of us, but once we’re back, we’re going to be having a serious conversation.
She needs to realize she’s mine.
Forever.
***
We walk through the doors of the private jet just after dinner time. She still doesn’t know where we’re going and she’s not shy about letting me know she’s not happy about it.
“Do they know where we’re going?” she asks of the flight crew who have welcomed us onboard.
“I would hope so seeing as they’ve got to get us there.”
“Hmph,” she huffs as she flops into one of the buttery soft leather chairs.
“Champagne?” A middle-aged stewardess asks.
“Thank you,” I smile at her as I take the two flutes she’s holding out on the tray.
“Excuse me?” My little brat pipes up from her seat. “Could you tell me where we’re going?”
Nice try, sweet pea.
“I’m sorry, Miss but I’m under strict instructions to not divulge any information to you.” She can barely hold back her smile. “Do let me know if you need anything at all during your flight.”
“Thank you, I will do.”
She nods at me before she turns and heads behind the curtain they use to separate themselves from the main area of the plane.
“I can’t believe you told them not to tell me anything.”
“I knew you’d ask them,” I shrug.
“Of course I’m going to ask them. I have no idea where you’re taking me.”
“Somewhere you’re going to love. Now, stop complaining and relax for me. As soon as we’re up in the air, we can head to the back of the plane.”
“What’s at the back of the plane?” She cranes her neck to try and look behind me.
“A bedroom where I plan on fucking you to sleep.”
“Oh,” she gasps.
***
I groan as my release spills into her. We’ve been at it for an hour and I’ve finally allowed myself to come.
“Holy shit,” she breathes out as her body relaxes in my hold. We’re wrapped around each other, her back pressed to my chest and my cock still buried inside her, plugging my cum.
“Perfect,” I murmur into her skin as I place a kiss behind her ear. “Now, go to sleep, baby girl.”
“You’re still inside me.”
“And it’s exactly where I’ll be staying.”
“You want to sleep inside me?”
“More than anything,” I rasp in her ear and her body trembles in my arms.
“You know what I want more than anything?”
“What’s that, baby?” My voice is quiet, sleepy, I can already feel it pulling me under.
“To know where we’re going.”
I chuckle at her words. “You will in about ten hours, maybe a little less.” She’s a persistent little thing, I’ll give her that. “Now, be quiet and go to sleep.”
She snuggles back into me, and I fall asleep exactly as I plan to for the rest of my life.
With my girl in my arms, right where she belongs.