“I’d like that,” she murmurs.
How can she go from being so angelic she practically has her own halo, to such a sexy bad girl in the blink of an eye? Actually, I don’t give a shit how she does it, it’s hot as hell and that’s all that matters.
I lean toward her and pull her into my kiss, exploring her mouth softly with my tongue. I twist my body so my back is a wide barricade from the aisle and let my fingers slide up under her skirt. I jolt with surprise when they brush up against her bare pussy.
“You’re not wearing anything under your skirt,” I keep my voice low enough that only our ears can hear.
“No, I’m not,” she smirks at me.
I place my finger at her opening, surprised by how wet she is for me. “Maybe you are a good girl after all,” I growl, pressing my index finger deep inside her. Holly closes her eyes and breathes out loudly. She’s soaking wet. I curl my finger up inside her and apply pressure against her g-spot as Holly wriggles in the seat beside me. Pulling my hand back, I slide my finger back out of her tight little pussy and lick her juices from my hand. “You taste like heaven,” I murmur.
Holly’s hand slowly slinks up my thigh, but I know there’s no way she can pull off slipping her hand into my pants with discretion.
“No,” I grab her hand and she looks up at me pouting. “Not here,” I tell her firmly. “What you’re going to do, is go to that bathroom back there,” I jerk my head in the direction, “and you’re going to wait for me, cause I’m going to go in there and fuck you raw, understand?” I wait for my good girl to answer, but she can’t seem to find her words. Instead, Holly nods silently and quickly stands up, as she slides past me into the aisle, she presses her round ass against my face, toying with me.
I force myself not to watch her head back like I instructed her. I force myself to stare straight ahead and count. Somehow, I reach the count of ninety and stand up, adjusting my cock so its thick ridge is less noticeable to the people I pass as I make my way to the rear of the plane.
The door says “Vacant” and I swing it open too eagerly, quickly stepping inside. Holly is already propped up, her ass on the sink, leaving me just enough room in the ridiculously small space to close and lock the door behind me.
“I’ve been waiting too long for this,” I growl, pulling a condom from my wallet, I quickly unzip my pants and pull them and my underwear down to my upper thighs, “and I won’t wait another second.”
Holly stares down at me, watching as I unroll the condom over every inch of my heavy dick, I can see from her wide eyes that she’s nervous and excited. I don’t blame her, she’s in for a wild ride.
“Get that sweet ass over here,” I grab her and pull her to the edge of the sink. Holly tries to steady herself by grabbing my shoulders, but I quickly take both of her ankles and throw it over my shoulder.
“Oh!” Her eyes meet mine and I can see she wants this as much as I do.
“Shhh!” I scold her quietly. “You have to be quiet.”
Holly nods her head and I grab the base of my cock and slide it along her slick entrance. My dick twitches with anticipation as I feel the heat of her pussy against me. I know I should take it slow, but all my self-restraint dissolves as I breathe in her desire.
Stepping into her, I wrap one hand around her shoulders and hold her tight as I sink my cock deep inside her in one thrust. Holly opens her mouth to scream, but I clap my hand over her lips, catching her moans in my broad hand. Her tight pussy clenches around me, and I stay still, looking into her eyes, I let her body make room for me. To adjust to a size, she’s clearly not used to.
“You ready,” I whisper, dropping my hand from her mouth.
Holly nods and I pull back out a little only to sink deeper inside of her, burying the full length of my cock into her core. This time she doesn’t make a sound, instead she looks up at the ceiling, her mouth opened in a silent “O”.
“Good girl,” I pump my hips against her, faster and harder now. My balls hit against her asshole as I fuck her relentlessly. Her shoulders are tight under my grasp, her leg feels smooth against my shoulder, but I can’t pay attention to any of that. I don’t even care that Holly is starting to pant so loudly I’m sure it can be heard outside the bathroom walls. All I care about is fucking her sweet little pussy, making up for the lost time, the close calls, the endless nights of fantasies I’ve had to deal with for the past two months. I’m sure there’s a part of her that wanted our first time to be rose petals and candles, but I can’t stop myself from holding her tight against me as I thrust my cock inside her like a jackhammer.
I reach down between us and let my finger find her clit, swirling it rhythmically as I pound my cock into her. Holly arches her back and clamps her own mouth with both her hands as I bring her to her orgasm.
Her already tight pussy squeezes down on my cock, driving me to the edge of reason. I can’t take anymore; my balls tighten and my cock jerks inside her as the pulsing bliss rips through me and I fill the condom with cum.
I hold her, my cock still inside her and we pant together.
“That was incredible,” I whisper in her ear and grab the ring of the condom, pulling out of her. I kiss her lips, gently this time and enjoy the peace that washes over me.
“I love you,” she barely breathes the words.
“I love you too,” I answer.
“I should go back to the seat,” she shakes her head, like she’s just realized where she is.
I nod and help her maneuver around me. She slips out the door and I finish cleaning up. Walking back down the aisle, I’m sure I can feel eyes on me. Knowing smiles from strangers. I ignore them. I don’t care about what they think. I don’t care if the flight attendants heard us. None of it matters.
The only thing that I care about is her. I look at Holly’s beaming smile as I reach our seats. If I have her, I don’t need anything else in this world, and I’ll still have everything.
23
Jake
My fingers are laced between Holly’s as we make our way down the large stairway at Norfolk International. How many times have I flown back here? Usually after a deployment in a country so dirty, destitute and desperate that I’ve had to fight the urge to drop to my knees in this airport and kiss the ground under my feet with gratitude.
Almost every time I’ve flown back, it’s felt like a huge homecoming, this time is no different. Sure, Canada is a nice country and rehab is definitely not comparable to deployment, but it doesn’t change the fact that it feels great to be home.
I look down past the crowd of people in front of us and burst out into laughter.
“What?” Holly tries to follow my gaze with a puzzled look on her face.
Standing at the bottom, off to the side is my brother Cameron and his lady. Chelsea is holding a sign over her head that says my name, but it’s Cameron’s sign that has me laughing: “Don’t run!” It says on top, then beneath that, “I’m your ride.”
Leave it to my big bro to bust my balls after not seeing me for months. He’s got a huge grin on his face as I guide Holly over to them.
“I got your message,” I laugh. “You got me,” I hook my hand with my brother’s and pull him into a one-armed hug.
“Good, I didn’t want to have to chase you down,” Cameron teases me. It’s good that we can joke about the night that the cops showed up and I ran off, leaving him with a baggie of my cocaine in his car. At the time, it was the worst night of my life. Probably his too. It feels like a lifetime ago that I was the guy who made that cowardly decision. I can’t even relate to that guy now.
“Look at you,” I step back from my brother and glance at his fiancée’s growing baby bump. “You look radiant,” a smile spreads over her face.
“I don’t know about that, but I’ll take it,” Chelsea laughs.
“Holly, this is my big brother, Cameron.” I put my arm around her and make the introductions.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Cameron shakes her hand and coc
ks one eyebrow at me, loaded with silent questions.
“And this woman, who you can see is clearly out of his league, is his fiancée, Chelsea,” I tease him.
Cameron gently digs his elbow into my ribs, “Hey, I’m trying to keep that under wraps until the wedding is final,” he smiles.
“It’s so great to meet you both,” Holly smiles shyly, tucking her long hair behind her ear.
“Jake, you didn’t tell me you found someone. Where have you been hiding this beautiful woman?” My brother nods at Holly.
“In rehab,” I answer.
“Oh, are you from Virginia Beach too?” Chelsea asks, not knowing the weight of her question.
“No, I’m from Miami. Well, originally I’m from Everglades City, but I spent the last five years in Miami.”
“Really? That’s where we’re going! Cameron got drafted by the Dolphins, so we’re doing the cross-country trek right now,” Chelsea answers. She really is glowing. I mean, I know that’s a nice thing you’re supposed to say to pregnant ladies, but in her case, her caramel skin is shimmering. Pregnancy suits her. It’s crazy to think in only a few more months I’m going to be an uncle. It’s crazier still to think Cameron will be a father.
“Yeah, Holly needed to get a clean break from Miami, so I offered up my place. Besides, I would miss her too much if she was all the way down there,” I wrap my arm around her tight.
“We don’t need to get into all of that right now,” she squirms in my arm. “We should probably get our bags,” she changes the subject clumsily.
“Uh, yeah, they might be out now,” Cameron agrees and we all walk over to the baggage claim.
“How did you guys know I’d be flying in now?” I walk beside Cameron.
“Mom told me. She wanted to go to your graduation, but Dad was being… well, you know how he gets.” Cameron rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, I do. I mean, you’d know better than I do.”
“True, so take it from a seasoned pro, he’ll get over himself. You’ll go back to being the golden boy in no time,” he teases me.
“Whatever,” I try to shrug it off. I don’t want to care about what my father thinks. There’s a small, nagging voice in the back of my brain that keeps telling me differently though.
The girls are chatting behind us and giggling. It’s nice to see Holly hit it off with someone. My brother rests his hand on my shoulder and looks me straight in the eyes, “Hey, man, don’t worry about him. Ok? Besides, I know you probably didn’t really care much about the whole rehab thing, but I’m proud of you for doing it,” he claps my shoulder.
“No, it did mean something to me. I mean, not at first. I thought the whole thing was a dumb joke, you know?” Cameron nods his head at me. He gets it, I’m sure he’s seen his fair share of people being shipped off to addiction facilities just to clear their name, and not their heads. “But, we had a Canadian soldier come in and speak about addiction and all that, and something clicked. I realize that I had a problem. I needed to be there.” I confess.
Cameron’s eyebrows raise and he looks over my face like he’s waiting for me to throw out a punchline. He smiles brightly at me, “That’s awesome, man. I’m glad it helped ya.”
We gather around the rotating conveyor of luggage and wait. Duffle bags and suitcases belonging to strangers whirl around and I keep my eye out for mine.
“Oh, there’s my suitcase,” Holly tries to reach her peach bag, but it’s toward the inside and her hand can’t grasp it. I lean over and easily pluck it from the cluttered baggage claim and plop it down on its wheels.
“Thanks,” she stands up on her tiptoes and gives me a quick peck.
“Aww,” Chelsea smiles at us. “You two are so cute together. Aren’t they, Cameron?”
“Oh yeah, adorable,” my brother answers, his voice dead-pan. I can’t help but crack a smile. It’s great to see him again, to know that we’re still good after everything that happened.
“Did you ask him yet?” Chelsea looks back and forth from my face to my brother’s with her deep, brown eyes.
“Ask me what?” I look at Cameron.
“I was gonna let him grab his suitcase first, Miss Impatient,” he softly scolds her.
“Good timing,” I pluck my bag from the conveyor and place it next to my feet. “So, what’s up?”
Cameron smiles at Chelsea and then looks to me, “Ok, so, I didn’t just come here to give you a drive home.”
“Oh no?”
“I also wanted to let you know that Chelsea and I are going to get settled in Miami and then, we’re getting married.”
“Really? That’s awesome! Wow, that’s gonna be busy, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Cameron answers, “it’s going to be a whirlwind, for sure. But, we wanted to get married before the baby, it’s important to Chelsea, so it’s important to me,” he lifts his fiancée’s brown hand and kisses it. “And with training camp starting up in July, we wanted to have the ceremony before all that craziness begins,” he explains.
“That’s great! You’re having it in Miami then?”
“Yep, we figured, since it’s just family going, it would be a nice way to show them our new place and all that too.”
“Makes sense,” I smile down at Holly, but her eyebrows are knit together with worry.
“Anyway, sorry for springing this on you, but I’d love if you’d be my best man, Jake. I can’t think of anyone else who could even come close to filling those shoes.”
“Aww, man,” I throw my arms around him and give his back a clap, “of course I will. It would be my honor,” I answer truthfully. “When is the wedding?”
“In two weeks, I know it’s short notice,” he holds up his hands, “but I wanted to ask you in person, you know?”
“Yeah, no problem. I understand. I’ll be there,” I grab my suitcase and Holly and I follow Chelsea and Cameron toward the exit.
“Miami? In two weeks?” Holly whispers. “I can’t go. I won’t be safe. What about Knox?”
Oh shit, I forgot about that.
24
Holly
“Wow, that was amazing,” Cameron pushes his empty plate forward on the table and slumps back into his seat.
“Don’t tell my mother, but that was the best roast I’ve ever eaten,” Chelsea smiles at me warmly.
“Thank you, it was nothing, really,” I stand up and begin to clear the table.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Chelsea grabs some dirty dishes and brings them over to the sink with me.
“They’re right, that meal was delicious,” Jake turns in his chair to talk to me. “I don’t know what I did to get so lucky, but you’re the whole package. Beautiful, smart, a great cook.”
“Aww,” Chelsea looks from Jake’s face to mine, glowing with happiness.
“Yeah, wait till she gets a taste of your cooking,” Cameron makes air quotes with his fingers and sticks out his tongue like he has a rotten taste in his mouth.
“What are you talking about? I’m a great cook,” Jake puffs out his chest.
“Oh yeah, if you ever get a craving for gross boxed food, this guy is your man,” Cameron juts his thumb toward his brother.
“Oh, I know you’re not slamming my signature dish right now. Frank’s Alive is awesome and you know it. You’re just jealous you didn’t invent it.” Jake smirks.
“What on earth is ‘Frank’s Alive’?” I head back over to the table and the guys stand up and start gathering the cutlery and glasses.
“Only a culinary masterpiece,” Jake jokes.
“You poor girl, it’s only a matter of time until he whips it up for you.” Cameron carries the glasses over to the kitchen counter. “Imagine Kraft macaroni and cheese, with hot dogs in it,” he explains.
“Oh, I’ve had it like that before,” I shrug.
“No, I’m not done yet, so it’s also got probably half a cup of relish in it and a bunch of mustard mixed in.”
“What?” Chelsea scrunches up her nose
.
“Yeah, Jamie Oliver over here threw it together when we were kids and our mom was horrified. She asked Jake what it was supposed to be, thinking he messed up the easiest food in the world to make and he said…”
“Frank’s Alive!” Jake jumps in.
“Why did you call it that?” I look over at him.
“No idea, I was probably nine or so. The name stuck though, and so did the recipe. I’ll have to make it for you sometime,” he walks up to me and slides his arm over my shoulders.
“Uh, that’s ok. I can do the cooking,” I smile up at him.
“Smart,” Cameron nods at me.
“All right, maybe I’m not a great chef,” Jake looks at his brother.
“You can say that again,” Cameron answers.
“However, Frank’s Alive is delicious. I stand by that meal,” Jake pretends to pout.
“I’m sure it is,” I rub my hand over his shoulder pretending to soothe his bruised ego.
“Don’t worry about the dishes right now, we can just relax or watch a movie if you want,” Jake offers.
A movie. The idea almost feels foreign. After sixty days of no television, except for the occasional Alcoholic Anonymous footage, watching a movie almost sounds like a sinful luxury.
“No, we actually gotta hit the road,” Cameron answers and Chelsea leans her head against his shoulder tenderly.
“What? You’re not going to drive to Miami now are you? It’s already seven o’clock. Isn’t it like twelve hours away?” Jake protests.
“It’s almost fourteen, and we have no choice bro. I’ve gotta check in with the team by noon tomorrow. I’m going to pull an all-nighter and drive straight through.”
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