“One hour, folks. That is when the bus leaves and the plane leaves in ninety minutes,” Allison yells and then walks out. I finish getting dressed in forty-five minutes and walk to her office where I see Cooper and Parker sitting in the chairs in her office.
“Hey,” I say, looking down at my phone, pretending to read something, but I’m not.
“Hey,” Allison says softly and sits in her chair, putting her laptop away. “I forgot my bag in your car. Do you think you can give me a lift there?” She looks up at me.
“Sure, we can get going whenever you’re ready.” I smile and nod at her parents. “Are you two coming?” I ask them.
Cooper says, “Yes, but we are flying in tomorrow with the whole crew. Should be fun.”
Allison picks up her bag and comes to kiss her parents goodbye. We walk out, going straight for my car, and driving over to the private plane area where I park the car and carry the bags to the plane.
“How many are we going to be?” I ask, looking at the huge plane that is waiting for us.
“About a hundred and fifty, give or take. Doug refused to say no to anyone so some are even bringing their in-laws.” She climbs into the plane ahead of me and I swear I’m going to bite her ass tonight.
“Aunty Aly, Aunty Aly.” I hear as she walks in and Cooper runs to her. “We take the plane,” he says as she throws her bag in the first seat she finds open as I put her bag in the overhead bin.
“You sitting with me?” she asks me and I just nod.
I go in, sitting by the window while she goes in the back and speaks with Karrie.
I have my earphones in when she comes back and sits down next to me.
“Whatcha watching?” she asks as the bus gets here with the rest of the team. They slowly start coming on the plane, and it’s an hour later by the time everyone is sitting down and buckled in. Thank fuck the flight is only an hour and fifteen minutes.
When we get to Buffalo three buses are waiting for us. We walk off the plane with her following me in the back as I walk to the first bus and look back and see people carrying kids off the plane. It’s a nightmare and I just want to get to my room.
“What’s wrong?” Allison asks from next to me as I put our bags under the bus.
I look around, seeing that we are the only two on the bus. “What’s wrong is that I haven’t kissed you in about seven hours and I’m about fucking done,” I huff out. “And I don’t give a fuck if we have connecting rooms or not, I’m not sleeping without you.”
She puts her purse on her lap as she watches the people outside. “You are so cranky, and”—she leans in and pecks my lips fast—“it’s been nine hours, but who is counting, right?”
I grumble out as people get on the bus and the hotel is another shit storm. I go up to my room and see that there is a door on the side wall. I text her, asking her where she is, when a soft knock comes from the door. I swing it open to find her standing there still with her coat. I don’t give her another minute as I grab her face with both my hands and kiss her like I haven’t tasted her in a week. Her hands go to my waist as we stand here and just fucking kiss. “It’s too long,” I say as I pull my lips from hers, and I pull her in my room, and yank her jacket off of her. “Too fucking long,” I say desperate to feel her on me, desperate for her to be under me, and I don’t think I’m the only one because her hands are gripping my shirt while she rips the buttons down.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she says with a smirk. “I hope you brought another one, but I don’t care.” She gets up on her tippy toes and bites my bottom lip while my hands rip her bra cup down and I lean in, sucking it in, and then biting her next to the nipple. I pick her up and toss her on the bed as she lands on her back. Her hair is all over the place as she rises on her elbows to look at me, one tit out, my red mark showing proudly. Her black tights are molding her body, as she sits up then takes off one of her black-heeled booties and tosses it to the side, doing the same to the other one. “You coming to get some of this?” she says and I pounce on her and by the time we are finished, the sheets are wrapped around our legs, our bodies have a sheen of sweat, and we are both panting. “I can’t move,” she says. “I want to get up and go. My mind is telling me to get up, but my body is like, nah, tomorrow.” She yawns.