Grunting, Stan held out an arm for me. My brows lifted as I realized he was doing that thing he’d done last night—being chivalrous.
And whoooooooeeeee, didn’t that just hit every erogenous zone in my body for the zillionth time.
Slipping my hand into the crook of his elbow, I let him guide me to the jet but, to my sister, called out, “You sounded like Ma just then.”
While she flipped me the bird, Stan murmured, “It’s safe in the plane. I already checked it out.”
My amusement at Raisin’s reaction faded. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Never mind.” He blew out a breath when we made it on board. “I fucking hate planes.”
“You’re saying that to make me feel better about being scared of flying.”
“No, I’m not. I’ll have to tell you about what happened a few years back. Wait, no, I won’t. Because I’ll never get you on another plane if I do.”
My eyes widened in horror because he wasn’t messing around. “Did the engine blow up?”
“No.”
“Did the door get ripped off?”
“No.” He rested a hand on my shoulder. “It was work related.”
“Oh.” Well, that struck more terror at the heart of me. Which was the moment I remembered…Fuck. “I haven’t taken any Dramamine. I packed my stash with my belongings at the hotel.” Nervously, I glanced around the fuckingfield, praying a pharmacy would appear like a mirage.
No such luck.
"I'm so sorry. I should have thought about it sooner,” I whispered nervously.
“No, you donotapologize.” He cupped my chin. “Not when this is my mistake. It's been a chaotic morning. I’m the one who let you down. I should have remembered.Miedda." He turned to Miguel, who was still in the throes of a Neev love-bombing. “Miguel, where’s the nearest pharmacy?”
The younger man pulled a face. “Pharmacy?”
"Yeah. We need travel sickness medication.”
“Sorry,gabacho, we’re in the middle of nowhere. Maybe an hour away from the nearest village. You saw the roads coming here. Trees, trees, and more trees.”
“It’ll be fine.”
Stan shot me a concerned look as I curled my fingers around his wrist. “I won’t forget again.”
Those four words had me leaning against him.
His thumb stroked my racing pulse. "How about this…? You sit on my knee like a good girl for takeoff and landing?—”
“I can do that?” I warbled, resting my other palm over his heart as my own fluttered and spiked, my cheeks blooming with heat. Being nervous and horny at the same time was a new experience for me. “Is that allowed?”
“Perks of flying private.” He winked. “We’ll get you through the flight, baby.”
Inside, I melted.
On the outside, I scowled at Raisin, who mock-gagged.
Then, when both my sisters had boarded, with Miguel forlornly studying the jet as he watched us take off from the makeshift runway, I found myself nestled on Stan’s lap, an extra-long safety belt wrapped around us both.
It’d never help me if I had to fly economy, but fuck if this wasn’t a better solution than Dramamine.
THIRTY
