“That’s a lie, she doesn’t scream.” Dre’s eyes grow when his buddies start laughing.
“Bro, they’re our neighbors,” Quan laughs.
“You assholes woke us up,” Dre whines. “All that banging and yelling, had me thinking a bad porno was being filmed.”
Realization strikes me. Ah, that’s what they meant. I don’t feel shame, in fact my cheeks flush because I’m reliving every body-quaking thrust and how I moan deep when he hits the right spot. Why oh why do I have that meeting in Houston. If it wasn’t for that one very important meeting, I’d be a puddle of orgasms right now.
Axel kisses my temple. “I know that look, babe. But, like you’d pointed out, we don’t have time. Dre, I’d love to stay and give you pointers for your wedding night, but I must get her to the airport.”
Dre’s friends laugh again.
“Yeah.” Dre laughs. “Get her on the plane and get another one in your bed. That’s your business meeting.”
That’s it, I’m going to punch him. Not because he’d bought up exactly what he’d done to me, and not because he keeps taking jabs. I want to punch the smug bastard in his face because what he said actually leveled my heart. A small part of me, a bitch called ‘irrational jealousy,’ wondered if there was any truth to what Dre said. I was starting to worry about being just another conquest when Axel rounds on Dre with his blue eyes blazing.
“No, I have actual business this week. You know? The kind that makes me money. I’m not here frolicking around on my future father-in-law’s dime. I take time and pride inpleasingone woman completely. I’M. NOT. YOU.”
Dre pales because Axel just made him look whack in front of his friends. He takes an angry step forward. Kevin grabs his arm.
“You’re getting married in a few hours, bro,” he chides. “Besides, you left her for Ashley. Why are you so triggered that she’s happy? If you’re done, be done.”
See, he’s the most reasonable out of all of them.
I don’t hear Dre’s response because Axel pushes the stairwell door open and rushes me down in an eleven-flight blur. He pushes me into the back of a limo, and his lips are on mine before I can catch my breath. My fingers entwine with his. I fall into the kiss with everything in me.
The driver rolls up the partition and turns on some music before pulling off.
“The girls…” I begin.
“Already en route. Got them their own car. They are fifteen minutes ahead,” he explains while chuckling at my surprise. “Did you really think I wasn’t going to try to be inside you until the very last minute?”
He punctuated his rhetorical question by snaking his hand up my dress and ripping away my thong. His irises darken as his eyes heat with lust.
“Get on your knees, now.”
I have no idea what the future holds, but when Axel pushed inside of me from behind while whispering his dirtiest intentions in my ear, I knew he’d officially ruined me for other men.
Heaven
Flying without underwear is definitely new but remembering what Axel had done to me in the limo makes it all worthwhile. Saying goodbye pained me more than it should. After getting our boarding passes and helping us check our bags, Axel had held me and kissed me tenderly until I had no choice but to check-in if I wanted to catch our flight. I’d held back some tears, surprised that I’d wanted to shed them in the first place, as I walked away—okay, I was actually dragged away—between Keri and Latoya.
We are surprised to find ourselves being rushed through the entire process without having to stand in any of the long lines. My ass cheeks have barely perched the edge of the terminal’s chair when I am assaulted with questions. I look left, then right. I am in the middle of two people who want to know every single detail.
I make a zipping lip motion and try in vain to keep my mouth shut. I will say this, being party to two sets of ‘You betta tell me’ stares wore me down quicker than I’d ever expected. By boarding time, I’d already told them everything and included a napkin drawing of his dong.
We were all fanning ourselves. Them, because of my story, and me because I relived it.
“What zone are we?” I asked, digging for my ticket.
“Doesn’t matter,” Latoya says, escorting us to the priority booking line.
Even though she knew damn well that the Airline boarded, first-class, the disabled, and parents with small children first, she always tried to finagle her way onto the plane early. It seldom worked. She brandished her ticket as if she belonged, but was surprised when the ticketing agent smiles and ushers her through. We follow with the same results.
“They must be in a good mood,” Keri chirped happily. “Now, we are in 15 A, B, and C…I believe...” Keri’s voice trails off as she reads her ticket.
We whipped our heads in her direction when she gasped. “What?” we asked, taking in her shocked expression.
“Look. At. Your. Ticket,” she offers, eyes brimming with excitement.
