My spasming pussy must be too much for him because he only makes it a few more thrusts before he groans and stills, emptying himself into me.
“Yeah, that’s a good girl. Your cunt feels so hot and tight, taking all my cum,” he growls into my ear, and my pussy spasms again. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the sex we had before, but Ireallylike this dirty side of Kai.
Still seated deep inside me, he shuffles us forward, and we slide onto the bed, his body wrapped around mine as he peppers little kisses all over my back and strokes my hair, praising me. My mind floats, overloaded by the intensity of the feelings. I must drift off because I’m woken when Kai drags a wet cloth over me, cleaning me up. There’s a smile on my lips as he gives me a gentle kiss. I return it, but before he pulls away, I grab on to him.
“What was that?” I ask, and he looks a little sheepish.
“I guess I got a little carried away. I’m sorry.” He won’t meet my eyes, so I grab his chin and force him to look at me.
“Don't ever apologize for showing me you care or just how much you enjoy it,” I order him before smacking a kiss on his lips. “I bet Veronica didn't miss it either.” I smirk before letting him go. He returns the cloth to the ensuite and comes back to snuggle with me.
When Kai and I finally find our clothes, I make the conscious decision to leave my hair a mess, and I won’t let Kai straighten his out either. I want Veronica to see the well-fucked look on the both of us and smell it as we walk past her, showing her that she’s never going to get that from any ofmyguys again.
The satisfaction I had when I heard her at the door just made my orgasm so much sweeter, which is petty, but fuck, I’m sick of being the one that gives in or gets walked over. I’m going to take Nana’s advice from back when we were first on this plane. It’s time for me to take life by the balls and squeeze.
It’s with a cat-that-got-the-cream smile on my face that I head toward the theater, but when we get to the section where the other bedrooms are, I quickly lose the smile. Veronica has Thomas cornered.
“Please, I just need to talk to you for a moment,” she pleads, sounding somewhat desperate.
“Veronica, just stop! I’ve asked you to leave me be. I’m sorry if you thought what happened meant I wanted more. Especially since I’m pretty sure Kai and I were clear about our expectations. Just do your job and don't make things worse than you already have.” He’s being firm but kind, and really that makes me respect him even more. He could have easily dismissed her with a sneer and a nasty word.
“Hey, Tom! Are you coming to watch the movie with us?” Kai gives him an opening, and his eyes light up at seeing us.
“Yup, sure am. I was just coming to find the two of you; the others are impatiently waiting.” He maneuvers himself out of Veronica’s reach and heads toward the theater, Kai and me quickly following behind to block her. When I turn back, she’s looking at us, and for a moment I’d almost say she looks sad, but then a calculating glint enters her eye. Shit, what the fuck is that about?
“Harlow, I was wondering if I could sit next to you.” Thomas asks as the three of us shuffle into the theater. The back row is empty, with the others sitting further in front, and Thomas gestures to the empty seats.
My pulse quickens at his words, and I find myself quietly thrilled that he’s asking. Damn it, it’s that damn Ash syndrome kicking me in the vagina again. Gotta have ‘em all.
“Sure, I would really like that. I feel like you and I haven’t really had a chance to get to know one another like I have everyone else, and now that you’re supposed to be my shadow, I’d really like to know more.”
His eyes widen, and now I’m certain that he thought conversation wouldn’t be included. If he thought sitting next to me during the movie would mean he didn't need to actually talk to me, he’s fat out of luck. I've got him right where I want him now.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Harlow
Islip past him and take a seat in the middle of a double recliner, giving him no choice but to sit in it with me. Smiling, Kai moves a little forward and finds a seat with one of the others. When I look at the screen, John McClane is already shuffling through the air vents of the Nakatomi Towers. The others must not have wanted to wait while Kai and I took our little detour.
Thomas sits down next to me, and I find myself sliding closer to him without a thought. I didn't realize how soft these recliners were, but the deed has been done. I throw my hands up to stop myself from banging my head against his shoulder... or at least that’s what I attempt to do.
Instead of placing my palms on the seat between us, I accidentally slam my hands into his crotch. He flinches, and a huff of air escapes his mouth followed by a groan as I crush his manhood underneath his sweats.Oh, fuck me. I might want to use that at some point. Just figures I’d break the man’s dick before we even get to the good part.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” Just as I try to move, the plane lurches to the side. I slide further into him, my body pretty much slamming into his. “Agghh!” I slam my eyes closed as I scream, bracing for some kind of catastrophic crash, but the plane rights itself.
“Yippee ki yay, motherfucker.” I hear that idiot Oliver cheer, and I try to control my breathing without much success.
“Sorry about that, folks,” James says over the intercom. “It looks like we’re flying into a little bit of turbulence. Could you please strap in? We will advise you when it’s safe to unstrap again.”
“Oh my god.” I’m frozen in panic, no longer caring about the way I just cock punched Thomas. In fact, it seems that I’ve now wrapped myself around him.Traitorous harlot instincts of mine.“Harlow, honey,” he says gently as he pries my hands from his shirt. “If you just sit back, I’ll strap you in. We can stay here and do it. Just in case the plane drops, I don't want you to go flying.”
I’m shuddering with fear, so badly there’s no way I’m moving. Thomas feels around underneath me, playing some kind of weird twister tetris with my grasping limbs, and then I hear a click. He must have strapped himself in. Carefully, with a touch gentler than I would have expected from him, he rearranges me so that I’m sitting in his lap, then wraps his arms around me. “I guess I can be your seatbelt for now.” His voice tickles my ear, which would normally send me into that wonderfully teasing full-body shiver, but I’m still in panic mode. Imminent threat of death > getting turned on right now.
“Everything alright back there?” I hear Kai call, but I can’t reply.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” Thomas calls back before talking to me again. “What can I do to help, Harlow?”
“Talk to me. Distract me,” I beg in a rush of words.
