“A tattoo virgin?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” I responded.
“What are you thinking,” he asked.
“A broken heart,” I said as I slapped my hand against my bicep. “Right here.”
“How about we wait?” he asked.
I glanced up, confused. “For?” I asked.
“Wait and see if he finds her,” he responded. “When you two are back together, we’ll look at doing something special.”
I glanced toward the Marine. He paced back and forth while talking on the phone again, talking as he walked the floor of the shop. I relaxed into the stool, listening to the music, and recalled the day Stevie danced for me in my bedroom. After what seemed like a matter of seconds, I glanced at my watch and realized half an hour had passed.
As I stood to go to the restroom, the Marine hung up the phone, nonchalantly walked toward us, and handed me the piece of paper I had given him forty-five minutes prior. As I accepted it, he simply nodded his head. My shoulder slumped as I accepted it.
“No luck?” I asked as I glanced down at what I had written on the sheet of paper.
“As you were,” he said with a laugh as he pulled the paper from my hand and turned it over.
I glanced down at the sheet of paper again. My heart began to race. I shifted my eyes toward him.
He tapped his finger against the paper where he had written her location and grinned.
“She’s there right now, but might not be for long. Get as close as you can and call me back, I’ll pinpoint her once you’re there,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said as I extended my hand.
He extended his hand, shook mine, and nodded his head again.
“I wasn’t joking about that money,” I said.
“Don’t need the money, Boss. Tell ya what,” he said. “Just when you two get back here, let me be the first one who drills that virgin skin of yours, how’s that?”
“Sounds good,” I said as I pulled my cell phone from my pocket.
“Andrew,” I said as I walked toward the door. “Have Stornbridge get the timeshare ready, we’re headed to…” I glanced down at the sheet of paper. “Mission Beach.”
I had at least one more phone call to make and no less than three more passengers who were going to have to come with me, even if I had to kidnap them.
There was no jet in the world that could get me there fast enough.
Not even mine.
STEVIE
The board wasn’t at all what I was used to, but I realized it would have to do. After paddling out past the breakers, I waited for what I felt I was entitled to. With the sun on my back and the salty water splashing against my face, I did what any surfer does.
I waited for the perfect moment.
It seemed like I had been out there forever and my skin felt fried, but I really needed this. After what seemed like a lifetime, one began to swell along the horizon, and it looked like a twelve or fourteen footer. I frantically began to paddle in the direction of the beach, continuously checking over my shoulder for the right moment.
As the swell began to lift me, I stopped paddling and rose into a crouched position. The swell passed me, peaked, and began to break.
At that instant, I was as close to heaven as any person on earth had ever been. Gazing at my line on the beach, I rode that fourteen foot motherfucker like a fucking boss, carving and cutting like I never had before, convinced I was taming the very ocean beneath me.
As the wave crashed, my heart sank. All good things come to an end, even God’s most blessed offerings.
I picked up my rented board and began walking toward the beach. I was exhausted. Six hours of surfing would have worn anyone out, and considering my emotional state, it was a miracle I was even standing.
As I shifted my focus from the ocean to the beach, I couldn’t help but notice a muscle bound idiot standing and staring at me from the beach. Wearing board shorts and holding his hand to his brow, there was no doubt in my mind who he was watching, but I had no interest in listening to his pickup lines.
I had heard them all before.
The closer I got, the more he reminded me of Wilson. As I continued to wade through the ocean, I wondered just how many men in my future would resemble him. Probably everyone, I decided. With the water now shin-high, I glanced upward for a split second, and the resemblance was uncanny.
This is all I need, another reminder of that prick.
As I reached the beach, I narrowed my gaze and attempted to focus, but the mid-afternoon sun had me almost blinded. As my eyes went in and out of focus, he spoke.
The sound of his voice sent chills down my spine.
“Stevie, I love you,” he said.
How the fuck did you find me?
“Fuck off,” I snapped back as I turned to my right and continued walking.
“Just listen. Let me explain,” he said as he began to walk to his left.
I stopped, glanced in his direction, and cleared my throat. As I turned to my left and attempted to walk up the beach, he moved to his right and followed me.
“What part of fuck off don’t you understand,” I asked as I dropped my board in the sand.
Frustrated and wanting to be left alone, I shifted my eyes from the surfboard to Wilson. His lip was quivering and his eyes were clearly swollen from crying. I swallowed heavily and hoped he felt at least a piece of what I had felt. Whatever he was feeling, I knew he damned sure deserved it.
With our eyes locked, he turned his palms upward and sighed. “Let me…”
“Motherfucker, if you keep this up, I’m going to kick you in the nuts, I swear,” I seethed.
He shook his head frantically and clenched his fists. “Listen!”
“No, I don’t fucking want to. You’re like all the rest, Asher. There’s nothing you can…”
“Stop!” he yelled. “Everything you were told was a lie. Everything. I was at my attorney’s office and my mother knew it. She hired a lady to act the part of a prostitute, to fool you and make you run away. And…”
He paused and waved his hands in my direction.
“It worked. My mother, the lady she hired, my attorney, even Andrew. They’re all up in the parking area waiting, every one of them. They’ll corroborate my story. Stevie, I love you,” he said.
Woman she hired?
I raised my hands to my face, covered my eyes, and shook my head.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked.
“My mother. She sabotaged us. She set me up,” he said.
I dropped my eyes to the beach and ran the scene back and forth through my head. His mother stopping by the shop. Me going to his house. The Slavic whore. It was all too convenient, and now, with Wilson standing in front of me all but in tears, I realized I was too quick to believe, and far too eager to react. I shifted my eyes up to meet Wilson’s, afraid I was going to end up looking like an idiot, but knowing it wasn’t the first time and sure wouldn’t be the last.
I rubbed my eyes, shook my head, and lowered myself to my knees. I was tired, I was confused, and I was heartbroken.
But most of all, I was still in love.
“Give me your version,” I said.
“Stevie, listen. My version is the truth. I told you I would never let anyone hurt you, and that included me. Okay, listen. While I was at my attorney’s office, my mother contracted an escort from an escort service to act the part of a prostitute, paid her $2,500, and she did so in hopes of scaring you away. The sad thing is that it worked. My attorney, his secretary, they can both confirm I was there drafting contract language all morning. They’re all up there. They’ll explain and confirm everything. Even the escort,” he said.
I felt like an idiot. I didn’t need anyone to confirm what he was saying; hearing the words come from his mouth was enough. And if I ever saw that nasty whore again, I’d beat her within an inch of her life just because she reminded me of the situation.
“You better send the s
lut back where she came from,” I said. “If I see that bitch again, I’ll kill her.”
“Consider it done,” he said.
“I’m a fucking idiot. So, you’ll have me back?” I asked as I shrugged my shoulders.
He nodded his head. “As far as I’m concerned, we were never apart.”
There was a good thirty feet separating us. I jumped to me feet and took off in a dead run. After ten of the quickest steps I’ve ever taken, I ran head-on into the chest of the man I loved more than I loved myself.
We fell in a pile on the beach where I dreamed we would once be able to at least share a simple moment together.
“So we’re good?” he asked as he rolled onto his back.
“We’re good,” I said as I brushed the sand off of my face.
“You looked great out there,” he said as he tossed his head toward the ocean.
“Thanks. You look good right here,” I said as I tilted my head toward his crotch.
“Shall we go up there so you can hear the story?” he asked.
“I already heard it, and I feel like an idiot,” I said. “I’d rather fuck than talk. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
“I wanna fuck you right now, but I’m covered in sand,” I said.
“Want to do it in a jet?” he asked.
“I don’t need arrested,” I said. “Air Marshalls don’t fuck around.”
“I have a timeshare on a jet, and it’s at the airport. I’ll ask again. You want to fuck on a jet?”
I pushed myself to my feet, extended my hand, and grinned as he accepted my hand in his.
Mile high club, here we come.
WILSON
My father said a relationship is no different than a good romance novel. A fight, separation, angst, and an eventual reunion are all required to make it great. As the jet leveled off at 39,000 feet, I stood from my recliner and opened my arms, quite certain his advice was one hundred percent accurate.
“Can I get up?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said as I motioned for her to stand.
“This is awesome. It’s got tons of room,” she said as she stood.
“I’ve always had issues with flying in commercial airliners. To tell you the truth, I have no business with a jet, hell I don’t need one…” I said as I looked around the cabin. “But it lets me fly without the stress of flying commercial.”
“Can’t fuck on an American Airlines flight, either,” she said as she slapped her hand against the cushion of her seat.
“Which brings me to this,” I said as I leaned toward her.
I placed my hands on each side of her face and kissed her. Our lips met, our tongues intertwined, and what began as a playful kiss quickly turned into a much more passionate affair. Within seconds, we were tearing at each other’s clothes in an almost frantic state.
Being away from Stevie for three days was eternal torture. It provided me with all of the pain, agony, heartache, and heartbreak I needed to fully understand I never wanted to be without her again. There was no doubt she was the woman not only of my dreams, but the only woman I could ever love. As we stumbled along the fuselage groping and grabbing each other, I felt I couldn’t touch her enough, love her enough, or provide her with enough. I felt I needed more, but realized she was offering all she was able and all I had asked for.
“I want that cock. I need it,” she said as she fumbled with my shorts.
“Take it easy,” I said as I reached for the button.
“Take it easy? Come on, I apologized. It’s over,” she said.
I felt like we had broken up, and although it had only been a matter of days, it seemed like months since I had seen her. I realized ultimately I had done nothing wrong, but it sure didn’t feel that way. I wanted long-lasting romance, kissing, and to hold her in my arms.
“I want to hold you, hug you, and never let you go,” I said.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck all that. And don’t get sappy on me. I fucked up. It’ll never happen again. But sorry, dude, I don’t do the sappy shit,” she said. “I just don’t.”
She pushed her shorts to her ankles and kicked them to the side.
“Nobody is gonna come out of there, right?” she asked as she tossed her head toward the front of the plane.
I shook my head and chuckled. “Not unless there’s a serious problem.”
She pulled off her underwear and tossed them beside her shorts.
“I can’t fuck you if you’re dressed,” she said as she waved her hand toward my waist.
As she stood in front of me wearing nothing but a shirt, I stared blankly. I still felt a need to hold her, hug her, and kiss her. I wanted to convince myself she was never going to leave me again. She may not “do sappy”, but at that moment, I felt like a hopeless romantic, and I wanted assurance we were going to be alright long-term. I watched her silhouette collapse into her chair, and realized I had been standing with my hand on the waistband of my shorts for quite some time.
As my eyes came into focus, I realized she was sitting in her recliner with it fully reclined. With her legs cast out to the side and her heels dug deeply into the side of the leather arms, she had her two middle fingers shoved deep inside her pussy.
And my hopeless romantic feelings immediately vanished.
I wrestled with removing my shorts, finally pulled them off, and frantically tore at my boxers as I stumbled toward the recliner. After almost falling down twice, I eventually ended up at the foot of the recliner between her knees.
Seemingly without a worry in the world, she continued to finger herself and grin. I situated myself on my knees and watched for a moment while she pleasured herself, moaning and biting her lip the entire time. Now in front of the recliner with a stiff cock and a heart full of desire, I leaned forward and pressed my palms against her inner thighs.
“Move your hand,” I said.
She held her fingers in place for a moment, exhaled, and then slowly slid them from inside of her. I moved my hands along the inside of her thighs, and using the tips of my thumbs, prepared for what I had planned.
As I moved my face between her legs, she began to moan in anticipation. With my tongue flicking against her clit and my index finger slowly working in and out of her wet pussy, she raised her ass slightly and began to wail.
“Oh God…” she cried.
As the plane flew over the desert, I continued to suck and lick her clit until she pressed her hands into the back of my head and began to buck her hips against my face. My tongue now buried deep inside of her, I held it in place and used my upper lip to stimulate her clit.
“Oh…fuck…” she bellowed as she reached climax.
Her legs shook as she released her grasp on my head. After a series of short choppy breaths, she exhaled and lowered her butt onto the seat of the recliner. I raised my head and shifted my eyes to meet hers.
With wide eyes and a huge smile, she raised her hands to her head and scratched her scalp frantically. “Holy fuck,” she said.
I motioned toward the edge of the seat. “Get up,” I said. “And bend over this seat.”
She stood from the recliner and turned around. I reached for the lever on the side of the recliner, pulled it, and swiveled the seat to face the window.
“There,” I said as I motioned toward the seat.
“Only gotta tell me once,” she said as she bent over the foot of the recliner and placed her hands on the arms.
As she arched her back and hiked her ass high in the air, I guided the tip of my cock into the warm wet folds of her pussy and held it there. I glanced down, fixed my eyes on her cute little butt, and cleared my throat.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she responded over her shoulder.
I shoved myself inside of her in one violent thrust, almost causing her to collapse into the seat of the recliner. The force caused her to exhale a deep grunt, and before she had time to recover, I pulled my hips back and did it
again, this time with slightly more force.
“This is for believing her,” I said. “Consider it punishment.”
I reached down, grabbed her waist in my hands, and began to fuck her with every ounce of my being. With my hips slapping against her ass, and my fingertips digging into her torso, I pounded my rigid cock in and out of her wet pussy for several long minutes. The combination of being filled with the excitement of our having become reunited, the fact we were in an airplane, and her sheer undeniable beauty quickly became too much for me to contain.
I shifted my eyes toward the window, peered through it, and realized we were flying over the Rocky Mountains. In a matter of an hour, we’d be home, where we certainly belonged.
As far as I was concerned, there was no better place for me to reach climax.
I released her waist, continued to shove her full of my thick shaft, and slapped my hand against her ass.
“Oh fuck. Yes!” she shouted.
I continued to slap her ass with each stroke, grinning the entire time. With each slap, she let out a cry of pleasure. The slaps eventually proved to be as effective as torturing her nipples, and eventually I felt her begin to contract around my throbbing cock.
I arched my back and groaned in pleasure as I felt cum spurt from the tip of my dick. At the same time, she buried her head into the recliner and groaned. In a matter of seconds, we both collapsed into the recliner, clearly exhausted from the three day ordeal.
“This thing is covered in cum,” she said as she tilted her head toward her waist.
I shrugged my shoulders. “They’ll clean it.”
She her eyes shifted toward the window. “Did you see those mountains? That was awesome. When we were flying over ‘em, I came so hard…”
“I sure did, and I came at the same time,” I said.
“I fucking love you,” she said. “And I’m so sorry for doubting you.”
“I love you, Stevie. And you’re forgiven,” I responded.
“I wish this fucker had music,” she said.
“It does,” I said.
She sat up in the seat and narrowed her eyes. “Seriously?”
I nodded my head. “It has wi-fi, and the same system I have in the house, why?”
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