Chapter 27
Oscar
“I’ve never been to Savannah,” Maren informs me as we are boarding the plane.
“Never?”
“No, I grew up in Mango Bay, so when you live in a beach town you vacation to non-beachy towns.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I go to place a kiss on her head, but stop myself. Being out with the team puts us on an entirely different level, and no doubt there are cellphones out all around us, just waiting to snap a picture.
“Where is your seat?” she asks, sounding disappointed, and to be honest I am too. There would be nothing better than being crammed in a seat next to her for a few hours.
“The team is always at the back of the plane. It keeps fans from being able to film us from their seats. I mean they can try, but it’s a lot more obvious when they have to turn around and strain their necks to see us.
But, you should be in one of the rows right in front of us, you’ll be like my bodyguard. ” I give her a playful wink.
“Yeah, I’ll be next to Gavin. Lucky for me, no one knows him when he’s not dressed as Orbit.”
As we approach the door to the plane, I lean in and whisper in her ear, “I’ll miss you.”
The flight attendant’s voice cuts off her response, so instead she offers me a soft smile.
We have to walk past a lot of other passengers to get to our seats, so she and I have to appear indifferent to one another as we walk down the cramped aisle—a feat that proves harder than it should be.
I should have thrown chivalry out the window, and not have let her enter the plane first. This only means that I am forced to walk behind her and watch her ass sway in her tight leggings.
I know I look like a creeper staring at her ass, and I’m also positive people are getting it on camera…
but I can’t bring myself to give a fuck and look away.
Things look up though, when we get to our seats. Turns out, we lucked out with Mare's ticket, and she's in the row right in front of me.
She moves into the row of seats, and gets herself settled in the aisle seat on her ticket.
Because Gavin is ridiculously tall, he always purchases the seat next to him so he doesn’t have to be cramped, so she sets her bag in the middle seat to situate her things knowing no one is coming to sit there.
I move past Jax to the window seat, and put on my headphones. I’m going to need a distraction from trying to get a glimpse of her the entire flight.
I finally get all of my things situated when I see her stand up and scoot into the seat in front of me. I take off my headphones just in time to catch the end of Gavin’s request.
“Thanks, Mare. I prefer the aisle.”
After she gets situated again I lean up and whisper in her ear, “The smell of your shampoo is making my dick hard.”
She turns towards the window and whispers back, “Better keep it tucked away or you’ll get us kicked off the plane.”
“The second we get to the hotel—you’re mine, Mare,” I promise through the small crack between the seat and the window.
She snakes her hand down between the lower part of the seat and the wall to try and swat me away, but instead I turn so my back is flush with the window and link my pinky with hers.
Any touch makes the distance between us bearable.
The flight was painful, but the bus ride to the hotel was even worse.
There is something about sneaking around that makes things ten times hotter.
Small things, like sitting next to each other pretending we barely know each other, walking behind her, and refraining from carrying her bags like I want to, forcing myself not to steal glances at her every chance I get—it’s pure torture.
There are a million things I wanted to do to her all day, but pretending she’s no one wasn’t one of them. I want everyone to know she’s mine, but the stakes are too high this close to the disaster that went down with Tatum, and I won’t subject her to that.
But at 1:30 in the morning, when everyone else is asleep—I can’t control myself for one more second. She slid me a key to her room on the elevator ride up. It was a subtle handover in the crowded space, and the fact that she didn’t even glance my way made it even hotter.
I sent her a text earlier that I’d be over the second everyone was asleep, so when I unlocked her door and found her naked on her bed reading a book, I wasn’t surprised—instantly hard, but not surprised.
“Baby,” I say as I flip the security lock on the door.
“I thought maybe you changed your mind.” A delicious smile spreads across her face.
“No you didn’t.” I make my way over to the bed peeling off one layer at a time as I take her in, noticing the faint sound of a TV on the other side of the wall behind her bed. “Is that Horner’s room?”
She nods her head, and I cringe a little inside as I recall my conversation with him back home. “You have to be so fucking quiet, baby.”
“You don’t?” Her tone is playful, but curious. “You act like I’m the only one that loses all sense of my surroundings when you push inside me.” Now she’s up on her knees in front of me, kissing her way down my chest as she plays with the waistband of my sweats.
I ignore her accurate assessment of our time together, and give myself a little internal talking to as I flip her over and crawl on top of her, watching her body slowly melt beneath me.
Her chest is already blotchy and her nipples are rock hard.
Propped up on one arm, I use the other to lower my pants and briefs. There is not a chance in hell either one of us will stay quiet if there are mouths and hands involved. Plus, being inside her is all I’ve wanted all day. She knows it too, as she reaches down and lines me up with her center.
I pause for a moment to make sure she’s ready as I reach between us, and am pleasantly surprised at how ready she already is.
She wraps her hand around my length and guides me inside.
“Oh, fu—” I have to cover her mouth with my hand to muffle the sound.
“I told you—you have to be quiet,” I say, but my own voice betrays me as it comes out louder and rougher than anticipated.
She smirks behind my hand and— Fuck. She’s beautiful.
As I slowly move in and out of her soaking pussy, both of our breaths are heavy, and the sounds of our movements fill the room.
“We need to move to the floor,” I whisper.
She looks up at me with curiosity.
“I need to fuck you, and every time one of us moves it makes an unmistakable sound of two people having sex.” I motion over in the direction of Horner’s room with my eyes. “And you and I, baby, are not supposed to be fucking.”
She instantly slides out from under me, grabs the pillows off the bed and positions them underneath her stomach as she crawls on all fours and gets settled on the floor.
I can’t stand to wait another second with the sight of her ass in the air.
I climb off the bed, grab her by the hips and slam inside her as I shove her head into the pillow just beneath her head.
The motion is rougher than I ever am with her, but necessary because the muffled screams that leave her mouth as I slam in and out of her are absolutely feral.
Between that and the sound of skin slapping, I’m positive Horner and I are going to have words in the morning.
I bite down on my lip until the distinct taste of blood slides over my tongue, but the sensation of my balls tightening doesn’t take long once her walls clinch around me.
It’s then I realize we didn’t even grab a condom, and barely pull out before I spill hot cum all over her ass.
I stare down at her, still on all fours, burning the image into my memory.