If I lost Summer, there would be plenty of hard feelings.Mine and hers.I can’t speak for her, but I know for damn sure that I’d be lost without her.
Off course.Empty.
About two hours after I file my amended flight plan, I’m on the approach to Harry Reid International Airport in Vegas, on the radio with the tower.I tell my passengers to buckle up for landing as I get cleared for approach.
Honestly, I’m bummed that no one is paying any attention to my hot-pilot talk as we land.
“Roger that, Vegas tower.Phenom six-niner-Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot inbound on the ILS Zulu for runway two-six left.We’re number two, clear to land two-six left.”
Eventually, we taxi to the tarmac and roll to a stop.I step into the cabin and open the door, waiting for the ground crew to bring the passenger stairway.I look over my shoulder to see both women studying me.I smile.
Bryttni blows me a kiss.Summer rolls her eyes.
I help Bryttni down the stairs and onto the tarmac, since those high heels are not made for any kind of downward slope.Once on the ground, I raise her hand to my lips and place a soft kiss on her knuckles, pausing dramatically as I make eye contact.
From the top of the stairs, Summer clears her throat.I reach out my hand in an offer to help her, but she snorts.
“Knock it off.As if.”
She clomps down the stairs, but at the last step, her boot heel gets caught and she goes flying.I launch forward and catch her before she lands on her face.I clutch her tightly until I’m sure she’s stable, plus a few seconds extra for good measure.I can feel her heart pound against me.
“You all right?”I ask softly.
“Back off.Please.” She looks up at me, confusion in her eyes.“Have mercy on me, Declan.Let’s just hurry up and stop the wedding.I want to catch the first Greyhound bus smokin’ out of here and get back to the ranch.”
My gaze wanders over the smooth skin of her cheek, the dark pink of her pretty mouth.“I’ll fly you back.A bus isn’t necessary.”
“Wrong.I’ll do whatever’s necessary to get out of here and get home.”
She pushes me away, which is enough to snap me out of whatever trance had me thinking it was a good idea to clutch Summer close to the front of my body.
Holy shit.
She felt so good.
Summer spins away from me, her long hair catching the wind and flying up and over her shoulder.An intoxicating whiff of her shampoo hits my nostrils, and I inhale deeply.I’ve been right at Summer’s side when she buys her no-nonsense, deep-discount shampoo at the Sweetbriar Drug & Dime.It’s called Peaches and Cream Deluxe.The family-sized bottles are two for five dollars.
On Summer, it smells like a million bucks.
“This is us?”Summer pats the hood of the black Escalade I requested.
“There should be a key inside, but you’re not driving,” I tell her.
“Fine by me.”
I’m surprised that she isn’t arguing.Maybe it’s because Summer’s a homebody, someone not used to being out of her element, and the kind that never wants to go anywhere.I can relate to that, which is ironic for a man who’s always flying off somewhere.
The truth is, unless I’m at the throttle of something flying, I’d rather just stay at the ranch.
I watch Summer open the back door and slide into the back seat, leaving the front to Bryttni and me.Not a word of protest.Not even a subtle dig about me being her chauffeur.
“Shall we?”I offer my arm to Bryttni.She giggles and takes it.She hops into the passenger seat, giving me an eyeful of her upper thighs.
Once I get the bags in the trunk, I race around to the driver’s side, snap my seat belt, and start up the engine.The instant my door closes, Bryttni smiles at me.We stay like that for a long moment, looking at each other.It’s silent.
Until my date says, “I’m in the mood for a cum in a hot tub.”
I know it’s physically impossible, but I swear I can feel my pupils dilate.Other body parts are dilating, no question about it.
