Grant’s voice came through the speaker. “You are free to move about the cabin.”
Not long after, Striker said, “I need you.”
I nodded because I wanted to give him everything he needed. The seat belt was quickly freed, and he got up, stooped because of the height of the ceiling, and managed to carry me to the back. The bed was folded back into a sofa, but that didn’t stop him from laying me across it.
He peeled off the stretchy black pants I wore. Next came my thong. Then he was helping me out of the top. I lay naked with him still clothed, and I bit my lip as he drank me in as if for the first time. Then I sucked on a finger before placing it on my clit. That got things moving. He undid his pants and took the time to completely remove them after his cock bobbed free. He ripped his shirt over his head. Then he put his knees between my legs before settling on top me.
Our lovemaking was languid and slow as though we had an abundance of time. Seven hours, I guessed, was a while.
“Fighting against wanting you is impossible. We’re bad for each other and I don’t care.”
I wanted to disagree, but only with the part about us being bad for each other. But then he was kissing me. The man knew how to kiss. I could have come just from that.
His hand slipped down my body and stopped at my thigh. He lifted it and inched forward until I felt his cock at my opening. I ran my nails over his scalp, down the back of his head to scrape over his back, and dug into his ass, urging him to thrust forward.
He didn’t deny me. I was so wet, he slid right in without resistance. He worked his glutes slowly, finding a languid pace we both enjoyed and making love to me in a way that didn’t require words. When we came, it was quiet and reverberated through the both of us. Out of all the times we’d been together, this was the one I’d remember the most.
We slept after that, me cocooned by his big body. I smiled when he fell asleep before me. Given his history, I felt empowered and loved even if he hadn’t said the words. None of it mattered because I felt it.
We left around nine in the morning, Ireland time, and we arrived in the New York—actually New Jersey—around eleven in the morning because of the time difference.
“Thanks for everything,” I said to Grant as we prepared to disembark.
“No problem.”
“I shouldn’t ask, but are you single?”
He laughed and looked over my shoulder. “I am, but I try to stay away from married women or clients.” He winked.
“Oh, cute boy, I’d ruin you,” I said, winking back. Then I felt heat at my back and knew Striker had invaded my space. “I only ask because I have several friends—okay, acquaintances—who wouldn’t eat you alive. And it’s not often one comes across such husband material.”
His laugh became a little nervous. He probably got enough indecent proposals. I was about to cut him some slack when the man behind me spoke.
“She’s only kidding,” Striker said, stepping beside me.
I wasn’t, but I let it go.
Striker held out a hand and Grant took it. “I can’t say thanks enough. You’ve really been a lifesaver.”
“No, thank you. We’d love to fly you wherever you need,” Grant said.
Did he say we because he was part owner? I would have asked except Striker replied, “You’ll be my first call,” before ushering me out the door.
“Cock-blocker,” I teased, enjoying lightening the mood.
“Your bestie is married and so are you.”
I grinned when he confirmed our status. “I have other friends…” When he looked unconvinced, I said, “Including Anderson.”
“And you think Grant would be interested in him?”
“No, but I’m making the point I know other people. Like the girl who wanted to swallow your dick at Bailey’s wedding.”
“You mean when you got jealous?”
I had been, but I took comfort in how we left the plane after a few days together. At the bottom of the stairs, Striker held our bags in one hand and his other hand was at the base of my back.
“Me? Jealous?” I said with a hand to my chest as though that was impossible to believe. “Never.”
“You were.”
“And look who’s here,” I said, pointing. “The man who brings out the jealous side of you.”
Waiting for us in the parking lot was none other than Griffin.
“Why are you here?” I asked before giving Griffin a hug.
“He’s giving me the death stare, darling. How do you think he’d react if I grabbed your ass?” Griff teased.
I giggled and pulled back before he could. Striker was right there to tuck me under his arm. Possessiveness wasn’t always bad. Especially when you had questions about your relationship status.