Page 103 of A Song for You

“Jay!” I whisper-shout.

“Relax, Kitten,” he chuckles, “we’re in the air. It’s safe to move around.” He waves toward the window.

“Wh-what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to have my in-flight snack,” he says cheekily, dropping to his knees in front of me and shimmying my pants down my legs.

“Jay,” I beg. Though I don’t know what for. To keep going? To stop? My gaze is locked on the back of the brunette’s head. She’s sitting a few rows up but facing forward stiffly. I bite my lip. “She’ll hear us,” I whisper.

His blond hair falls to his forehead when he peers up at me between my bare thighs. “Good, let’s see how long it takes for her to start rubbing herself once you start moaning.”

“She wouldn’t,” I whisper.

He smiles. “Wanna bet?”

“Have you…?” I start, but I can’t force the words out. Is that detail something he knows from experience?

Jay squeezes my thighs and rises a little higher on his knees. “I will never bring a woman I’ve fucked around. I promise you that. I would never do that to you.”

I blow out a relieved breath. Why do I think the worst of him so often? I’m the one who still hangs out with Mia. I’d hate if he spent time with an ex. In that moment, I know that friendship is over. It’s been on life support for a long time, and if anything, the friendship only brings me anxiety.

I nod and give him a small smile. I trust him.

He grins devilishly at me. “Can I eat now?”

I giggle and drop my head back against the seat. “Have at it, Mr. Hanson.”

The first slip of his tongue makes me hiss, and in my periphery, Nadia jolts in her seat. Oh shit, Jay’s right. She might just be into this. He slides a finger in, and I can’t help but let out a moan. On cue, her head falls back, angling a bit more.

“Why is this so hot?” I whisper.

Jay’s laughter against my sensitive lips makes me arch my back and cry out again. “My naughty girl,” he teases, licking right up my seam before dipping his tongue in and making my eyes roll.

“Fuck, Jay,” I rasp louder than I mean to.

Nadia’s head jerks, and she catches me watching, my lip caught between my teeth. I don’t want her to look away. I want her to watch. What the hell is wrong with me?

Jay squeezes my thighs, pulling my attention back to him. “You want me to tell her to enjoy herself?” he asks.

“Like with us?” I ask, finally shifting my focus back to where he’s situated between my legs.

He laughs against my thighs and licks me again. “No,” he says darkly. “She can look, but she can’t touch.”

I squirm against him, and that’s all the answer he needs.

“Nadia,” he bellows from the floor. “If you’d like a better seat, the one across from Cat is open.”

Without hesitation, she stands and practically stumbles down the aisle, her eyes trained on me. “Are you sure?”

I nod once, and with that, she drops into the seat across from us. I swallow. Hard. She’s beautiful. Long dark hair pulled back off her face. Cerulean eyes. Dark skin. Jay doesn’t spare her a glance.

“She won’t mind if you touch yourself,” Jay says drily.

I turn back to him in confusion, but he’s talking to Nadia. With another silent nod, I watch in fascination as she slides a hand between her legs.

“Take off your skirt,” I instruct, surprised by my own boldness.

Jay laughs. “See? I told you she wouldn’t mind.”