“Continue!” Angela urges as the plane levels off. “Light or dark hair? Boob or ass man?”
“Not fussed with hair color. I do like light eyes,” I say and feel oddly seen. “Definitely an ass man.”
But more of a dick man than a boob or ass man…. I snark to myself.
The flight attendant appears and tries to refill all our glasses, but Landon shakes his head. I let him fill mine because Angie will probably want it. She smiles and thanks him. He informs us we’re free to move around the cabin and that there’s a stocked pantry and mini bar that we can help ourselves to while he prepares a warm kale salad with salmon and risotto for our main meal.
“Sounds amazing. You are amazing!” Angie gushes, and I bite back a laugh.
He smiles, and Landon laughs sheepishly. “She’s… enthusiastic when she drinks.”
“I’m here for it,” he says and then disappears again.
Angie unbuckles her seat belt and wanders around, looking out the windows. “So, Grady… do you get lonely?”
“Not really. I have too big a family. If I’m bored or feeling down or whatever, I can always reach one of them,” I explain, and she looks like she doesn’t buy it.
“Yeah. Okay. There are, like, a hundred of you, so I get that, but I mean… lonely for contact. For connection in a way that’s illegal with blood relatives.” She wiggles her perfectly sculpted eyebrows and neither Landon or I can contain our laughter. She laughs, too, and grabs her champagne off the table. “Seriously, if you don’t fuck puck bunnies and you haven’t had a relationship in over a year, you’ve got to be lonely. I mean, there’s only so much satisfaction you can give yourself, I’m guessing.”
“Angie. Again, too invasive.”
But I’m suddenly invested in this conversation. Something she said has snagged every molecule in my brain. “You’re guessing?”
“Yep.” Angela gives me a little self-conscious shrug. “I’ve never bothered to masturbate.”
“Angie!” Landon basically gasps her name.
“Okay, not true. I’ve masturbated for videos I send him on road trips,” Angela says. “Well, I used to anyway.”
Wow. This flight is not going the way I thought it would. It’s way more interesting.
Chapter 4
Grady
“Sorry. I swear she’s not usually this… forward,” Landon says and gives Angela a pleading look, begging her to be quiet.
“I don’t mind, Landon,” I tell him, my eyes locked on Angie, who has decided to drop down into the seat across from me instead of across from her boyfriend. “You’re guessing about how much satisfaction a person can… provide for themselves?”
“Oh my God, can we change the subject?” Landon sounds almost distraught—and muffled. I glance over at him, and he’s got his face covered by his hands. “I’m begging you, Angela.”
“I’ve only been with Landon,” she explains to me, ignoring his request. “We got together when I was sixteen, and I moved in with him at nineteen. Landy’s always kind of been around and is excellent at satisfying me.”
“Why is she still talking?” Landon mutters, and I bite back a smile.
“I’ve had to… satisfy myself.” She shrugs and averts her eyes, her cheeks blooming with color. “I even abstained when he was sick. I was hoping our spark would come back full force once he was cured.”
Oh wow. Yeah, this is definitely in the Too Much Information category, but yet… I love it. I love talking about sex with anyone. I find it so fascinating and erotic… Men, women, don’t care. Tell me your secrets.
She gets up, and her fingertips graze the tops of both my knees as she passes. I blame the fact that I’m so tall and my legs are in her way. But… it feels intentional. She drops down on Landon’s lap, and I realize he’s got color in his cheeks, too. He’s embarrassed. “Maybe I’ll have to resort to masturbating now, though. Hopefully not, but…”
Landon turns his head to rest his forehead against the window, closing his eyes. “Angie, please stop.”
She laughs and kisses his cheek. “He’s shy. I don’t mean to be inappropriate. I’m sorry. I just… I get open when I drink, and I’m feeling weird since I found out about the transfer.”
“Trade,” Landon corrects softly.
“It’s a lot to handle as the partner,” I say and shoot her a sympathetic look. “I’m grateful I don’t have someone at times like this.”
