“Is that a bad thing?” I could barely believe the words coming out of my mouth. I was usually not this forward.
“Hell no! If I’m going to go, I can’t think of a better way to go.”
3
HAYDEN
I was standingat O’Hare Airport waiting to board. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was about to board a flight to Phoenix to see my girlfriend, I actually had a girlfriend which was weird in itself, but I had a girlfriend who was going to be performing on stage. And not just on any stage either. She was performing tonight at a sold-out arena. Fuck I was proud of her.
What a difference two months makes. It was hard to believe that it was only that long since I’d been sitting alone in the diner in the middle of the night drinking the worst coffee known to man when I’d stumbled across the most amazing girl. Woman. The most amazing woman.
Cassidy was everything I didn’t know I wanted in my life. She was fun and sassy, and when we were together—whether it was sitting in the nosebleed seats at the baseball, drinking cheap beer and eating hotdogs, or just hanging out in my terrible shoebox apartment watching Netflix, waiting for our Thai takeout to arrive—everything was easy.
I hadn’t known who she was when I met her. I thought she was just an incredible woman with a nice rack who liked pie, but when the truth had come out that she was actually country music’s sweetheart who travelled the world performing for audiences big enough to make me cringe, I was even more in awe of her. And surprised. Cassidy had a potty mouth on her that I doubted could be tamed so how she stood on stage with a microphone for hours each night and managed to hold back the cuss words I knew were on the tip of her tongue was impressive.
She’d flown out of Chicago on schedule the day after our first real date, well she claimed it was a date but I still wasn’t accepting it. When I dated a woman, I dated them. I didn’t spend ten dollars on cold pie to be served by a surly waitress with a stick up her ass. I may not be loaded but even I could do better than that. We’d talked on the phone almost every day, and those days where our schedules didn’t line up, the string of text messages we exchanged had Dickson busting my balls for acting like a teenager.
“All passengers on flight 798 to Phoenix, Arizona your flight is now boarding through gate seventeen.” The announcement was made and I picked up my duffle bag, tossed my water bottle in the trash, and joined the queue.
Once I was seated, I shot a text to Cassidy letting her know we were, surprisingly on time. Hopefully, if everything was going my way, I’d be able to have her completely to myself for an hour or two before she had to head to the stadium for tonight’s concert. Two months of foreplay, of flirty, sexy texts and a few very heated phone sex sessions, had left me ready for more. I needed to get my hands on my girl before I died of a serious case of blue balls.
Hayden:Just boarded now. Hope you’re ready. I’m coming for you Cassidy Knight
My phone pinged straight away earning me rude looks from the overweight guy trying to cram himself into the seat across the aisle. Ignoring him, I focused on my phone.
Cassidy:I’d pick you up from the airport but…
But what?
If she said she had to go in early I might just punch someone.
My phone pinged again, this time a photo was coming through. Hurriedly I tried to open it, clicking every wrong button I could.
Finally I got it open and as quick as I saw it I closed it again. No one else was seeing that. After checking over my shoulder, twice, I buried my phone between my legs, leaned as far forward as I could in the cramped space, using my body to block the view before opening it again.
The picture had my dick hardening in my pants and wondering what it would cost me to bribe the pilot to make the three-hour-forty-minute flight quicker. Fuck Cassidy was something else alright. All long, lean limbs and boobs. She’d sent me a selfie wearing a see through black lacy number, hair hanging down her shoulders in long waves, and her lips were painted in the most mischievous shade of red, a red I wanted to see stained on my cock.
Gritting my teeth, I replied to her text before turning off my phone.
Hayden:Don’t you dare move a muscle! I’m on my way.
The flight went by painfully slow so by the time I was filing off the plane, I was hungry and horny and all I wanted to do was see Cassidy. Jumping in the first cab I saw, I headed towards her hotel.
When the valet opened my door and handed me my bag, I was already out of my depth. I wasn’t used to this much service, and I had a feeling the moment I stepped up the marble steps I was going to feel like Dorothy landing in Oz—completely overwhelmed and expecting to see munchkins.
“Enjoy your stay at TPC Scottsdale,” the doorman greeted warmly as he opened the door.
After checking into my room, one of the smallest, cheapest rooms they had, I headed for the bank of elevators at the back. The sooner I got to my room, dumped my shit and had a quick shower, the sooner I could go find Cassidy, something that was becoming more and more urgent.
I’d just stepped out of the shower wearing nothing more than a tented towel, even though I’d tried rubbing one out barely minutes ago, when a knock at the door interrupted me.
“Just a minute,” I called out as I shuffled out of the bathroom, trying not to trip on the mat.
Instead of waiting patiently while I found some pants, the knock came again, more urgent this time.
Holding the knot at my hip, I didn’t really give a shit if whoever it was on the other side of the door saw my junk. Their impatience meant it was their problem.
“What?” I growled as I yanked open my door.
