“In the future, we’ll fly on this jet again and I’ll have it quadruple-checked so there are no problems and I’m going to fuck you on it. On your knees. On your back. Over the bathroom counter.ThenI’m going to have you sitting on my face for hours at a time?—”
“You can’t do that.”
“Why not? I own the damn thing.”
I felt her lick her lips. “What about if I’m on Dramamine?”
“No Dramamine needed with me. I’ll lower your cortisol levels the way God intended.”
“How’s that?”
“Through orgasms,” I told her cheerfully, but I pushed the seat back because I was giving myself an erection.
And truth was, I didn’t give a fuck if that made me worse than a teenager.
My reactions to Kitty were honest, and after the past few years of guilt, recriminations, and shame, it was a relief to go with the flow.
“I might never see you again.”
My eyes narrowed as I stared out of the window at the Texan landscape, where the sun was still bright and sent shots of gold through the cornflower blue sky.
“You think that, huh?”
There, that didn’t sound too bad.
She didn’t need to know—yet—that I’d never let her leave me.
No self-respecting Sicilian would ever relinquish their hold on an angel.
“I tend to push guys away.”
“Good,” I bit off. Her chuckle had me continuing, “You can push every other dick away?—”
“Even my brothers?”
That had her sounding a little more like herself. Coy. Mocking.My tease.
“You can keep them around.”
“Thanks,” she jeered, but she also laughed.
Win-win.
“Can’t push me away. I’m going nowhere.”
When her only reply was a breathy sigh and she seemed content to sit in silence, I held her closer and smoothed a hand along her spine. She didn’t relax, not precisely, but she’d stopped crying, and when the pilot informed us we approached our destination and he’d earmarked a safe place to land, she only stiffened and the tears didn’t start up again.
By the time we’d disembarked into another fucking field, I was back to being furious, but at least we were on US turf and no federal agents swarmed the area.
Mostly, my temper raged because no one had answered any of my fucking calls.
First, Star.
Now, Wolfe—the Prez of the MC we worked with.
“What’s wrong?” Kitty stretched her arms wide, relief making her smile beam now that she stood onterra firma.
Getting her back onto the goddamn Falcon was tomorrow’s problem.
