He picks up his phone, and with one hand still wrapped around me, he forwards his flight itinerary to me. I frown.
“I bought two tickets.”
I raise an eyebrow at him, and he gives me an innocent look.
“You knew I’d give in, did you?”
“I know you’ll do just about anything for more time with me.” He grins despite the scowl I know is on my face. “Even if you stayed at a hotel, I was getting you on that plane.”
“What if I said no?”
He shrugs. “No skin off my back either way. I usually buy the seat next to mine in first class anyway. I don’t want to be bothered talking to anyone.”
“Well, that’s kind of a dick move.”
“Oh? And how would you feel if some woman spent six hours flirting with me at thirty thousand feet?”
A tinge of jealousy flares up, but all I care about is how he’d handle it. “Are you flirting back?”
He scrubs his jaw and looks up like he’s thinking. “I don’t know. Is she hot?”
My mouth drops open as anger flashes through me. I go to move off him when he grips my hips, keeping me in place. “Stop,” he says, and one hand moves, running his finger through my slit, stroking my clit once, very effectively keeping me in place. “I don’t flirt with anyone but you.”
“And Madison Jenner,” I argue.
He groans, letting his head tilt back. “Walked right into that, didn’t I? Are you ever going to let that go? We were in high school, and I was trying to get back atyoufor flirting with that asshole, whatever the fuck his name was.”
I roll my eyes because he knows exactly what his name was. “I was only flirting with him because there was a rumor going around that you hooked up with Madison and were asking her to prom!”
“And did I? Hook up with herorask her to prom?” He blinks at me.
“No,” I say quietly with a pout on my face.
“What was that?” he asks, putting his face closer to my lips.
“No.”
“And who did I spend my prom night making love to in a hotel?”
“Me.” I try my best not to smile, but the memory forces my lips upward.
It was his junior prom, meaning I was still a sophomore. I couldn’t go unless a junior asked me, and since it would have been weird for my stepbrother slash secret boyfriend to bring me, and no guy had the balls to ask me out because of said stepbrother, I couldn’t go. But he told me to make plans to sleep over at my friend’s house, and two hours into his prom, he ditched his friends, picked me up, and took me to a hotel, where we’d defiled every inch of our room until the sun rose.
That was one of the few times we didn’t get caught.
“I’m going to look at private planes for the firm next month, so soon it won’t matter.”
“Aren’t you fancy?” I smile before pressing my lips to his. “I’m so proud of you, Wild. Everything you’ve accomplished? Dad would be so proud of you.”
He gives me a sad smile. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Make him proud.” He swallows before looking at me. “And you.”
“No one is prouder of you than I am.” I press my lips to his gently before pulling back, but I keep my forehead pressed against his. “And he is, babe. Maybe he’s not thrilled at you corrupting his little princess”—I smirk—“but no one else could have kept me as safe as you have. He’s happy that I’ve had you in my life.”
“And maybe that’s what’s prompting all of this.” He sighs as he leans back, and his covered dick pushes slightly through my slit. I whimper, and he smiles a bit before moving the plate from behind me and setting me on the table. He then props my feet on his thighs. “I can’t keep you safe from across the country.”
“You’ve been doing okay so far.”
“It’s not enough,” he practically growls, and I can see his anxiety rising. “I watch your fucking location like a hawk when I know you’re walking home from class.” He drags his hands up my thighs and squeezes. “The few times you go out?” He swallows and looks away. “I’ve actually hired someone to make sure you get home okay when you’re out late.”
