Déjà vu hits me like a tornado, and my heart skips a beat.
“I made you a playlist.”
Those five little words send my heart spiraling to a different time. A time when two kids fell for each other in between the stacks of the library during one summer.
Holding his gaze, I take the earbuds from his hand and put them in my ears. I spare a moment to worry that I won’t be able to hear anything over the pounding of my heart, but then I hear the first few notes of The Clash’s “Hateful.”
I feel the smile tip up the corner of my lips as a buried memory resurfaces.
I quietly sing along to my playlist as I walk further down the dimly lit aisle. “Anything I want, he gives it but not—”
“I didn’t take you for a Clash fan, princess.”
I whirl around with a shriek and see the guy from earlier standing in front of me with a smirk on his too-handsome face.
“Shh!” Faster than I can imagine, he takes a step toward me and gently presses his hand to my mouth. “Jesus. If you don’t stop screaming, they’re going to think I’m murdering you or some shit.”
My heartbeat races and my mouth falls open in surprise. But his warm hand is still on my face, and it smells strangely good, like saltwater taffy.
He raises a brow. “Did you just sniff my hand?” I will myself not to flush, and I curse my fair skin again.
Do you know how hard it is to hide your embarrassment or arousal—not that I’ve had a lot of practice with that—when you’re a redhead?
At my flat stare, he removes his hand, but he doesn’t step away. “You good?” I nod.
“You scared me.” I press a hand to my chest. “Who does something like that?” I glare at him accusingly.
“I called out to you like five times. I figured you were playing hard to get or whatever it is chicks do.” He shrugs and puts his hands in the pockets of his faded jeans.
I take out my earbuds and hold them up. “I don’t even—I wasn’t. I didn’t hear you.” I’m flustered, and I can only imagine how red my face and chest are getting. I can feel my ears getting hot.
I look at Sully, and judging by the grin on his face, he’s remembering the same thing I am.
He nods once as the song changes and “Punk Rock Princess” plays, propelling me into another memory.
James turns to look at me, and his shoulders relax. “That’s me. What about you, princess? What’s your story?”
I lean against the shelf and give him my undivided attention. “I’m just a regular girl.” I shrug a shoulder.
James matches my position and leans against the shelf across from me. His gaze slowly roams over my face before making a leisurely sweep down my body. I swear I feel tingles every place his gaze touches. “A pretty princess who loves The Clash?” He scoffs. “Somehow, I doubt you’re just a girl.”
“It’s Alaina.” I keep my gaze on him, despite my pounding heart.
He smirks. “I know. See you around, punk rock princess.” James pushes off the shelf and walks toward the aisle. As he turns the corner, he looks over his shoulder and gives me the cockiest smirk filled with promises I've only experienced in books.
It takes me several minutes before I can peel myself off the shelf. I don’t know what just happened, but I have a feeling that everything is about to change. I glance at my phone and realize the time. Shoot. The program ended ten minutes ago.
My heart beats so hard it feels like it’s trying to escape my chest. I have a hunch that he made me a playlist of all the songs we used to listen to together.
My theory is proven correct when I hear The Smiths followed by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and more. I close my eyes and let my mind wander as the sweet songs roll over me like a soothing wave.
A few minutes later, Rush joins us and sits next to Sully, across from Wolf, and pulls out his laptop. Alice comes by with drinks for everyone—whiskey for them and champagne for me.
I see their mouths moving, but the music in my ears drowns them out, so I let my eyes drift closed again and just listen.
Someone shakes my shoulder, startling me from sleep. My eyes are quick to pop open, and for a second, I forget where I am.
“You fell asleep, Red. Why don’t you go lay down on the bed in the back?”
I blink a few times, and tilt my head to the side to stretch out my neck. “How long have I been out?”
The music is no longer playing in my ears, so I pop out the earbuds and place them on the table.
“Not long. Twenty minutes or so,” Sully answers, his gaze intense.
His eyes are the color of the middle of the ocean, the richest blue that seems almost unnatural, and my heart swells inside my chest. Just like two years ago, Sully invited me to look inside his soul through a playlist. And this playlist had almost every song we ever shared with one another the summer we met.
This wasn’t just a glimpse inside his head, it was a remembrance of who we were then—and who we could be now, together. My fingers tingle, and my heart pounds at the gesture.
A smile spreads across my face, wide and joyous.
It’s a modern-day love letter.
That tattoo-covered, scowl-loving, broody alphahole made me a playlist of love songs and handed it over like he was giving me the newspaper. I beam at him, laughing to myself.
He spots my amusement and that ever-present scowl returns. Shifting in his seat, he folds his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging. “What?”
I twist my lips to the side to quell the laughter, but I can feel the sparkle in my eye. Without a word, I unbuckle my seat belt, shift the table to the side, and launch myself at him. He has just enough time to uncross his arms and catch me.
I crash my mouth to his with a leg on either side of him. My skirt flares around my legs as I hover over his lap and pour all my emotions into this kiss. He holds me against his chest with his hands on my ribs.
I pull back before I get carried away. “Thank you,” I whisper against his lips.
“Thank you, Lainey. For not giving up on me.” His voice is rough and low—a moment just between us.
“Never, I swear it.” My vow is met with another soul-searing kiss.
The plane dips, and the glasses on the table rattle as we experience turbulence. “Just a small bit of turbulence here, folks. Should be out of it in two minutes or so, but until then, please make sure you’re in your seat with your seat belt fastened,” the captain says over the speakers.
I move off of Sully and settle back in my seat, fastening my seat belt as the glasses rattle again and my stomach pitches. I don’t usually get motion sickness, and I don’t want to start now.
“I take it you liked it then? The songs I chose?” Sully asks, stealing my attention from the turbulence.
“Yeah, it was alright,” I tease with a feigned shrug.
Sully arches a brow and tips his chin up. “Alright, she says. I’ll show you alright, princess.”
I don’t miss the innuendo in his statement, and judging by the way Wolf and Rush are both staring between the two of us, they didn’t either.
“Bro, are you . . . teasing Red?” Wolf’s mouth parts in disbelief.
Rush hides his grin behind his hand as he watches everything unfold.
The tips of Sully’s ears get pink and he huffs. “No.”
Wolf chuckles and nods a few times. “It’s a good look on you, man. Fuckin’ weird to see you teasing and making playlists, but I’m glad to see you’ve worked your shit out with our girl.”
Sully eyes me, his gaze smoldering as he says, “Aye, we worked it out, but we might need to work out some more.”
My mind immediately goes back to the huge shower in their apartment—and the bedroom—and the bedroom again. Warmth rolls over me, and I shift in my seat.
“Alright, folks, looks like we’re out of it. You’re free to move about the cabin,” the captain says.
I unbuckle my seat belt and stand up to stretch. I feel all three pairs of eyes on me, but I do my be
st to ignore it. For now. “Where’s the bathroom again?”
Wolf stands before the others even open their mouths. “I’ll show you, Red. Follow me.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Alaina
I dry my hands on the soft hand towel in the bathroom while staring at my reflection in the mirror. This is easily the biggest airplane bathroom I’ve ever seen. It has a full shower in the corner and a double vanity, all done in the same black-charcoal-white theme. It’s probably as big as my bathroom in my dorm suite. I could spread my arms out as wide as I can, and I still would have five feet of space on either side of me.
I eye the bench along the wall as a sliver of lust slides around in my veins. A smirk curves the corner of my lips up at the idea of joining the mile high club in this bathroom. I’ve never done anything like that before, but with this much space—and this much privacy—I can’t deny the thrill of it.
You should totally take advantage of the opportunity to mess around, my inner voice that sounds a lot like Maddie encourages.
I smooth out the wrinkles in my skirt and fluff my hair up a little. I blow out a breath and square my shoulders. I open the accordion door to the bathroom, and Wolf is leaning against the wall facing me—exactly where I left him. He looks up from his phone in his hand, and before he can say anything, I reach out and grab a handful of his black tee and pull him into the bathroom with me.
I know he could take control if he wanted to, but he lets me be in charge, at least for a moment. I slam the bathroom door closed and flick the occupied lock, my fingers still curled around his shirt.
“You ever join the mile high club, Conor?”
That cocky little smirk that I hate to love crawls across his handsome face as he stares at me. He sinks his teeth into his full bottom lip, letting it slide out slowly as he looks at me from head to toe through half-lidded eyes.
Goddamn.
My desire was at a low simmer, but with that one look, he keys it up.
“Oh, baby girl, I thought you’d never ask.”
I push onto my tiptoes, and he slams his mouth to mine as he hooks his warm palms underneath my thighs, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his thick cock harden as he absolutely devours me.
Our tongues fight for dominance as we chase our lust together. With an arm curled around his neck, I wiggle my body closer to him, desperate to feel him against me.
He groans into my mouth, this desperate, heady sound that sets my blood boiling. He spins us around until my ass hits the countertop. I don’t unlock my legs from around his waist as his hands tunnel underneath my shirt and settle on my bra.
His fingertips dance along the lace trim on the cups of my bra. I pull away from his mouth and he immediately moves it to my neck. I bunch up his shirt and get a good look at his mouth-watering abs and chest—and that goddamn vee.
He pulls away from my neck when I tug on his shirt, understanding what I’m asking without words. Reaching behind his head, he grabs his shirt by the collar and pulls it over his head in that move that has women everywhere short-circuiting.
He flashes me that charming smile of his. “You alright, baby girl? You got a little something here,” he says as he drags his finger along my bottom lip.
I swipe my tongue out between my parted lips, tasting the oranges he ate on his fingertips. His eyes darken and his chest expands. All those delicious muscles and tattoos are right in front of my face, but his gaze holds me hostage.
Hunger.
Raw hunger shines from his eyes, and I can tell by the way his body tenses that he’s holding himself back.
I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the ground. He holds out for three whole seconds before his gaze flies to my tits. I’m suddenly glad I wore my favorite lacy black bra today.
Wolf’s tattooed fingers cover the swell of my breasts before he flips the cups down and toys with my nipples. I arch my back as pleasure shoots straight down to my clit.
He leans forward and wraps his lips around my nipple. My breaths come in short bursts as he pinches the other nipple with just enough of a bite that arousal floods me. I feel myself growing wetter by the second.
Lust makes my head feel foggy as I reach for the waistband of his pants with one hand, desperate to feel him. I make quick work of unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down his hips. His hard cock springs free between us, and I wrap my hand around it, marveling at the size. He groans against my breast, his other hand flexing against my nipple.
He’s big enough that my fingers don’t touch, and I have a second of panic interrupt my lusty haze.
He skims his mouth in between my breasts and up my neck as he murmurs, “Don’t worry, Red. It’ll fit.”
I feel my cheeks flush as I remember the first time I held him in my hands, I had the same sentiment. “You’re just . . . so big.”
He chuckles against my ear, the laugh dripping with sexual intentions. “Keep up the dirty talk, baby girl. I like it.” He punctuates his words with a nip against my neck that has me groaning.
I pump my hand up and down his shaft a few times before I swirl the pre-cum around the tip.
He lets me play for another few moments before he takes a step back. A noise of protest leaves my lips as my fingers slide off his cock.
“Patience, Red,” Wolf says as he takes my hand in his and puts it flat on the counter next to my hip. “Keep ‘em here, yeah?”
I nod and he trails his fingers along my inner thighs. The feather-light touch has me practically panting in anticipation, my heart thundering in my ears.
He inches up my skirt at an agonizingly slow speed, exposing more skin to the cool air-conditioned air. “You are so beautiful, Red. So fucking beautiful, and so fucking mine.” His words end on a growl as my skirt sits around my waist, his fingers tracing the lace trim along my inner thigh.
I tense my muscles to keep from moving. I want to reach out and touch him so bad, I can practically taste it. Lust sits heavy on my tongue like triple chocolate cake, and I’m two minutes away from begging him to put me out of my misery.
His fingers caress me with long, light strokes through my underwear, teasing me by stopping right before he reaches the spot that’s aching for him.
I rock my hips against his hand, impatience and lust turning my rhythm choppy.
“Stop teasing me, Conor.”
“You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you, Red. But first . . .” He curls his fingers around the flimsy side of my panties, and with a hard yank, rips them off of me. With his hands splayed on my hips, he pulls me to the edge of the counter and kneels on the floor.
My breath catches at the sight of him—head bent, hair tousled, and those dark, expressive eyes zeroed in on me beneath hooded lids.
He looks every bit the dark god I always imagine him as. And he’s on his knees for me, begging to pay fealty and worship me.
That’s the last coherent thought I have before he leans forward and swipes his tongue through my slit. Once, twice, three times. The desire to touch him becomes too much, and I thread my fingers through his dark hair, holding him against my core. He moans against my pussy, his tongue relentless in his teasing licks.
My hips buck against his face, and my eyes slide closed as I whisper, “More, please.” I barely recognize the breathy voice coming from my lips.
“You want more, baby girl?” he says against my clit, his lips grazing but never quite touching it.
My eyes pop open, and I stare at him through the fog of arousal. The look on his face matches exactly how I feel inside—desperate hunger.
“I want it all, Conor.”
His eyes flash before darkening to nearly black. He flashes one of his panty-dropping smirks at me, holding my gaze as he licks my pussy in a long, long wet flick of his tongue before he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. Hard.
My eyes slam shut and my breath hitches as I run toward my orgasm. In the next moment, he slides two fingers inside me, curving them
toward me to hit that perfect spot that sends me flying high.
I’m on the edge of coming when he does the unthinkable and pulls back. “What?! No, don’t stop,” I practically beg him as he gets to his feet. My hands skim over his sculpted muscles. “Damnit, Wolf. I was so close.” I don’t even care that I sound like I’m pouting because I am. I feel robbed, my orgasm hovers just outside my reach, taunting me with its euphoria.
He grabs my chin and turns my face toward his. “The next time you come, it’s going to be on my cock.”
If I wasn’t already dripping wet, my panties would be soaked from that sentence alone.
He picks me up, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. It takes me a moment to realize that we’re out of the bathroom and heading to the bedroom at the back of the plane. I don’t even have enough time to be embarrassed that Wolf’s half-dressed and I’m in a bra before we’re inside the bedroom.
Wolf
I don’t give her a chance to get spooked as I march her pert ass down the hallway and into the bedroom. There was no way I was going to slide into my girl’s tight pussy for the first time in a fucking airplane bathroom. Regardless of how nice it is.
But this bed back here is the perfect place.
She surprised the hell outta me when she opened the bathroom door and asked if I’ve ever joined the mile high club. I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to help my girl cross something off her bucket list.
Her arousal slicks against my abs, and I have to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other and not pinning her against the nearest wall and sliding into that perfect pussy.
I kick the door shut with my foot and set her down on the bed. Before she can say anything, I cover her body with my own, careful to keep some weight off of her, and steal her mouth. The fact that she’s tasting herself on my tongue makes me impossibly harder. I can’t stop my hips from grinding into her as our tongues tangle.
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