Evander places the sweetest and softest of kisses on my lips.I know he’s tasting my tears.
I’m afraid to look.This can’t be real.I just stare at the little piece of paper and try to breathe.
“Hey, baby.”
I look up into those loving violet eyes and know that whatever he’s written—whatever my future holds—all I’ve ever wanted is him.
“Remember.”He rests his fingertips under my chin.“I’m yours.You’re mine.That’s where we’ll start.”
I unfold it.Here’s what Evander’s written:
You’re perfect, Phoebe.Marry me.
THEEnd
Continue to read the first two chapters of Declan and Summer’s story,THEWeddingHANGOVER!
THEWeddingHANGOVER EXCERPT
CHAPTER 1
Declan
There’s nothing better than hot pussy at thirty-five-thousand feet.
I’m a fan of hot pussy at any altitude, don’t get me wrong.But life is never sweeter than when I’m cruising above the clouds with my jet’s GPS engaged, the autopilot tracking, the engine humming, and a beautiful woman moaning as I plunge deep inside her.
Nothing else comes close.
I glance at the woman in the co-pilot chair next to me and sigh with resignation.That kind of crazy shit is behind me.No more mid-flight juicy snacks for this guy—I’ve got way too much on the line these days.I can’t afford to be caught with my pants down during a frequency changeover radio check from the tower.
Again.
I’d rather keep my pilot license.
This means that hot pussy will have to wait until we land in Maui, which is about four hours and two minutes from now, or about noon.If the weather remains clear and the headwinds stay steady.
Bryttni swings her long, strawberry blond hair behind her shoulder and leans forward in her low-cut top.I watch as she examines the high-res LCD screens of the main control panel.
Her plump lips open.She stares.She looks out the window at the choppy surface of the Pacific Ocean and back to the control panel.
“So many lights and buttons!”Bryttni straightens in the chair and frowns at me.She has a spectacular cleavage.I think I see the outline of a nipple.“How do you even know which knobs do which kind of thing?Or what colors mean good news and what mean bad news?Do you ever get totally confused?”
I’ve just been reminded why I need to get Bryttni naked and distracted.It’s that voice.Bryttni’s a very nice young woman.She seems legitimately kind.But when the girl speaks…
It’s painful.Like someone’s just jabbed a letter opener through my ear canal and into my brain level of painful.Her voice is a cross between a screech owl and a cat fight.The sound skitters up my back and makes me shudder.
Chatting through our cockpit headsets only adds to the nails-on-chalkboard effect.
I grin at her.She grins back.
So I decide to forget about her voice and focus on more important things.Like her double-Ds, the legs that go on for days, and ass cheeks that could pop a champagne cork.Her face is cute, too.And her smile’s sincere.
“I realize we’re just starting to get to know one another,” I tell Bryttni, wiggling a raised eyebrow.“But rest assured that I’m an expert with buttons and knobs, highly skilled in understanding what each one does and how to turn it on.I will go above and beyond to ensure that only the good-news lights flash for you and me—over and over and over again—if you’re up for it.”
Her mouth slackens.I can almost see the cogs of her brain spin as she tries to decide what I meant by all that.Bryttni isn’t the quickest plane on the runway, but I can look past this, too.She’s a twenty-something hottie I met in an ice cream shop in Reno.She gave me a free scoop of rocky road.
I gave her my number.Within minutes we were planning this trip.She’s a woman after my own heart.
