Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Her mouth spread into a wide smile, and I squeezed her hand affectionately.
Our attention then turned to an elderly couple who slowly made their way to the airplane lavatory and entered it together.
I wrinkled my forehead. “You think they’re messing around in there?”
She giggled. “That’s kind of gross.”
“Because I think she’s backin’ that up. Unless she’s helping him wipe his ass, why else would they have gone in there together?”
Nina covered her mouth in laughter with her one free hand. “I guess you could be right.”
“I’ll tell you something,” I said. “I want to be fucking around in an airplane bathroom when I’m eighty-five. That’s for damn sure. Why not?”
Her curious stare was penetrating. “Have you ever joined the mile-high club?”
I cringed. Ivy and I had done that years ago on the return trip from Vegas after our elopement. I wanted to be honest about whatever I could with her. “Yes. Once.”
She looked embarrassed for having asked and a little disappointed in my answer. “I see.”
“It was a long time ago, Nina. I was a teenager.”
“I’m not judging. You already know I’ve never joined. I guess there’s a lot I haven’t experienced.”
“There’s plenty of time to rectify that.”
“You mean mile-high? But there’s only a half-hour left to the flight. That’s not enough time.”
Her face turned red, and for a split second, a big “what if” crossed my mind. What if I lifted her up and led her down the aisle and into the bathroom right then and there. Would she have let me have her? The answer was honestly a mystery to me. A part of me thought she might slap me, but another part wondered if she’d go along with it, if she’d let me fuck her. My dick hardened at the thought. I’d never know.
Tapping my arm, she said, “Jake, you zoned out. I was totally kidding. I didn’t really mean it when I said a half-hour wasn’t enough time to…you know.”
“Of course, you didn’t.”
“Half-hour is actually plenty of time.”
An image of Nina’s beautiful bare ass bent over the counter in those tight quarters while I rammed into her from behind came to mind. I had to literally shake my head to rid the thought because my cock was straining against my jeans. It was painfully arousing to imagine. I must have spaced out again.
“Jake…you don’t think I was serious. I’m just kidding again.”
“I knew that.”
I knew it, but my dick is a gullible bastard.
“That’s what you get for making me down two glasses of wine. I get fresh,” she said.
The sexual tension from that exchange lingered through minutes of silence. Not once had we let go of each other’s hands since takeoff.
Deciding to break the ice, I asked, “How are you getting to your parents?”
She bit her bottom lip. “Don’t be upset.”
“Okay…”
“Ryan was renting a car anyway, so he offered to drive me. It made sense because he’s going to the same place. The bus tickets are expensive.”
My free hand tensed, forming into a fist. “Uh-huh.”
“Are you mad?”
Insanely jealous was more like it, and I didn’t want her to see through it. I needed to earn as much of her respect as possible before my telling her everything and also needed to trust her assurance that she wasn’t interested in him in that way.
“No, it’s fine. I bet he drives like an old man, so I’m glad you’ll have a safe way of getting there.” I clenched my teeth in envy of his being able to spend several hours in the car with her.
“What will you do for Christmas?”
“I’ll be at my sister’s. My mother and stepfather will be there, too. They live just outside Boston.”
My mother, Vanessa, had remarried a couple of years ago. Her husband, Max, owned the diner where my sister used to work. Allison had introduced them.
“Do you get along with your stepfather?”
“Yeah, he’s actually really cool and treats my mother like gold.”
“Good. So, everyone on your end will be together for Christmas.”
“Yeah. The family all gets together for dinner Christmas Eve, and then we sit by the fireplace and exchange presents. We watch my nieces get spoiled with gifts that I usually end up assembling and putting batteries into.”
Of course, I had to omit the part about spending the early part of that evening with Ivy.
“I wanted to get you something but didn’t have the chance,” Nina said. “I may have to mail you something. What would you want?”
I want you.
I want you not to leave me when you find out.
That was all I wanted. That and to finally be able to show her with my body exactly how I felt about her without having to hold back.
“You don’t have to get me anything.”
“Are you kidding? After everything you’ve done for me? I’m definitely getting you something. And if you don’t tell me what you want, I’m gonna have to guess, and that could be dangerous. You could end up getting something you hate.”