Chapter 36 #2
“Okay. Okay,” he mocks, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Settle down.”
Is he fucking with me? “Don’t tell me to settle down. You came over here for a reason. Get to your fucking point, and then move the fuck away from me.”
“What’s in this for you? You want money? Fine, I’ll write you a check, and you can drop us off and be on your merry way, sport.”
He’s stupid enough to laugh at me.
Though it won’t be painless, I’ll make it quick.
“I’ve never seen anyone go down that fast,” I say, still surprised that’s all it took. “Out cold with one little hit.”
Tuesday glares up at me. “Little?”
I shrug. “It’s not like I was using my full strength or anything. It wasn’t much more than a tap.”
“Loch,” she cautions while pressing an ice pack found in the fridge to the right side of his face. It’s not my fault he didn’t heed my warning.
Even so, the last thing I need to be doing is making her feel sorry for the fucker. “I’ll wait over here.” I sit in the seat I’ve occupied most of the flight and watch as Carter starts to come to again.
Allison and Tuesday help him to his feet and walk him over to sit across from me. Why? I have no fucking idea, but I’ve already decided that I need to play nice. When he covers her hand over the ice pack and looks at her like she’s not my whole world, but his, I restrain the urge to pummel him.
Allison moves the photo album and is quick to sit next to him. She hands the book to Tuesday, who retreats next to me, resting it on her lap. “He said he won’t press charges, but there are conditions.”
“Why are you speaking for him?”
“I’m not. I’m just relaying his terms.”
“I don’t give a fuck about his terms and conditions. He needs to learn respect for others.” She stares at me like we’ve never met, like I’m the adversary. I push up and head for the lavatory. I look back and see them talking, intensity exchanged between them. “Fuck.”
Before I can shut the door, a hand stops it from closing. “Loch?”
I release the handle. Tuesday slips inside and closes the door behind her and locks it. A good few seconds pass while I wait to hear her side of things, but the words don’t come. She slides her hands under my shirt, lifts up on her toes, and kisses me instead.
This isn’t how we handle our issues, but when her hand starts undoing my pants, I realize it’s not only desire driving her to kiss me like we won’t get another chance. It’s need.
The rest of the world can wait. We need this connection to each other.
As we pull back, our eyes latch onto each other’s, our breath hot and heavy in the tight quarters. I cup her face and kiss her gently. When I open my eyes, her lids slowly open, and I say, “Take off your pants.”
I move back and lean against the sink, giving her space.
Her hair’s a mess, eyes wild, and her breathing shallows as she stares into my eyes.
But then she unties the drawstring and pulls her thong down with the flannel bottoms. Stepping out of them, she stays in place.
Coming closer, I unzip the hoodie and hang it from the handle of a cabinet.
Then I lift the bottom of her shirt, taking her in. “Sit here.”
She does as she’s told, sitting on the small bench under the window. I kneel before her, taking each leg and placing them over my shoulders.
“Loch—”
“Sh.” I lick my lips and bend down. I kiss her once and then again, lingering and dragging my teeth lightly over her lips. Peeking up at her, I say, “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. I promise.”
With a short gasp, she sucks in her bottom lip and pins it with her teeth.
With my eyes set on her, I dip my tongue out and drag it through her sweetness.
She bucks against me, and that’s when I know I have her right where I want her.
Diving in, I caress her clit with my lips and then give the gentlest of nips with my teeth.
Noise on a plane isn’t the issue since she’s competing with the engines, but when she can’t sit still, I rest a hand on her lower stomach and start fucking her with my tongue.
With her, everything is better, sweeter, wetter. I crave the feel of her wrapped around my erection, but this isn’t about me. It’s about making her feel better—not just sexually but releasing the tension to tackle what’s ahead.
She squirms under my hand as I circle her bud and use my fingers to encourage her orgasm.
“Such a good girl,” I say, then hum against her.
Her body vibrates in response. But when she slides her hands into my hair and pulls, I know she’s getting close.
I can handle the pain, but her reactions to me, the way everything I do causes a jerk of momentum and a moan escaping—Fuck.
Latching onto her pussy with my mouth, I fuck her with my fingers and see my release through until she’s coming with me.
With my eyes closed, I roll my head to the side, resting on the crook of her thigh.
I know the outside world waits for us, but I just need a few more minutes to regain my composure.
Her fingers stroke through my hair until she finally catches her breath. “Did you come?” she asks.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” I lift to my knees, well aware that I just came like a fucking teenager. I kiss her mouth and then expose her collarbone by moving the shirt aside. I kiss there too, wishing we had more time and room for me to kiss her everywhere.
The softest of laughter rolls through her. “It’s okay, you know. It’s only natural.”
I’m still shocked he didn’t come and bang on the door while I was claiming his “fiancée” with my mouth. “Yeah. Yeah.”
With an exhale, I stand and help her to her feet. Holding her around the waist, I kiss her again and then the side of her head. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she whispers, clinging to me around my middle. With her head pressed to my chest, she stifles a sob.
What just happened? Rubbing her back, I bend to make eye contact. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I have to marry Carter.”
What the fuck?