Really?” She was shocked, not that Jim had made her mother accountable but that he’d got away with not paying her mother off.
“Oh yeah. He reached into his pocket and said,but whilst in Romeand he handed her a penny, one pence, Tash.” He laughed. “Then told her he may have overestimated exactly what she was due and got up and walked out.”
“No way.” Tasha shook her head but admired her husband’s dealing of the situation.
“Oh yeah. I actually clapped, Tash. It was like the best movie scene ever. Oh, and I hope you don't mind but I'm coming to L.A. for a while; Jim said he'll book me a flight and I've spoken to Trav who is cool with me staying over at the stables with him. I'm coming out for a month and Jim has said he'll get people to look at visas, college, work and everything.”
“That's great, so long as it's what you want. Please put yourself and your wishes first.” She got to her feet and kissed her brother's head. “I really need a wee, and then I want to get back to Connor, but we'll talk again before we go home.”
****
It was another week before Tasha was fastening herself into the seat of a privately chartered plane, heading home to L.A. with Jim and Connor. As the plane took off with her hand safely wrapped in the larger, protective hand of her husband she honestly felt as though all of the bad stuff in her life was over. Not every hiccup or obstacle that everybody experienced in the course of their normal lives, but murder attempts, being held hostage, crazy fucked up parents pimping her out,just normal, mundane hassles remained.
“You okay, baby?” Jim asked, sensing her mood.
She smiled up at him. “Mmm, good, really good. It actually feels as though things may be settling into some kind of normality.”
“Yes, they do. Even Connor is relaxed enough to sleep,” Jim said with a smile as he looked over at his son who was safely strapped into his own seat.
“Connor is always relaxed enough to sleep,” Tasha replied with a laugh.
“Only when his momma’s around.”
“I love when you say things like that,” she admitted while Jim was unbuckling both of their seat belts.
“What are you doing, Mr Maybury?”
“I thought we had an agreement on exactly what would happen on a private charter, Mrs Maybury. Our son is complying with his part of the deal so that just leaves you,” Jim told her getting to his feet.
“And you,” Tasha replied gazing up from her seated position with an unintentional pout.
“A pout, honey? And I am certainly keeping my end of the plan up,” Jim told Tasha as he reached for her hand to pull her to her feet and as his lips lowered to hers he placed the hand within his against his own crotch.
“Oh,” Tasha moaned as she felt the flexing erection behind her husband’s jeans.
“Just for you, Tasha. Only ever for you,” he told her as his lips rested against hers, ready to breach them.
“James,” she gasped in response.
“Yes, baby? What do you want?”
“It’s more what I need.” Tasha attempted to pull back a little.
“And what’s that? What do you need?”
“Please, James,” Tasha pleaded.
“Tell me, Natasha.”
“I need you, to fuck me, to make me come.” She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip as a flush crept up her neck and face.
“Go into the bedroom and wait for me and maybe if you’re a very good girl you’ll get to come and be fucked.”
“What about Connor?” Tasha asked with a concerned look across at her son.
“I’ll make sure he’s settled and then I’ll put him down, okay?”
“Yes.” Tasha placed a gentle kiss to her son’s forehead before heading for the bedroom, to wait.
