Page 25 of Done with You

But she’d come a long way since her teenage days, where she was hanging out with the outlaw biker gang The True Destroyers, showing up at home in the wee hours of the morning and passing out drunk on the front lawn.

Now, she was twenty-five, a social worker, and about to marry the man of her dreams.

If she was being completely honest, Oona was a little envious of Rayma. Here Oona was, thirty years old, with a PhD and a rewarding career, and yet, she had nobody to share her life with—well, besides her new plant, which she’d named Harmonia, after the Greek goddess of harmony. Daughter of Ares and Aphrodite.

So far, Harmonia hadn’t brought too much harmony to Oona’s life, but she was still getting adjusted to her new home. Oona needed to give the plant some time—or a friend. Maybe she’d buy Harmonia a companion when she got home. So her big-leafed friend wasn’t lonely.

But even with a rewarding career, and a gigantic tropical plant, Oona was petrified of commitment after Russell. She silently convinced herself that this was what she wanted. That her solitary life with its militant routine was enough.

And since she’d yet to find a vibrator that did the trick like Aiden’s tongue, and Harmonia didn’t say much, she was growing less and less convinced that this was enough. Even if she was terrified of the alternative.

Rayma was only twenty-five; had the job, the man, and support around her. Their sister, Pasha, also lived in Victoria. She was married to a man with a big family, and that family had welcomed Rayma in like one of their own. Heath’s mom, Joy, had even taken Rayma in when she was seventeen, and set her straight when nobody else could.

Oona only had Teal and Penelope, and even though she loved them, they had their own family and more often than not, Oona felt like an interloper when she tagged along to McRobb family events.

She sighed and smiled as she stepped onto the plane, saying hello to the flight attendant—a young woman probably in her early twenties with tawny-colored hair and dark gray eyes. The plane was significantly smaller than the previous one, and the seats were in pairs on either side of the aisle. She was near the front in 11A and quickly took her spot, stashing her purse below the seat and her carryon bag overhead.

She’d reached a really saucy part in her e-book and even though her underwear might need a little wringing out by the end of the flight, she was itching to get back to Pascal and Helena. It was a modern-day twist on Romeo and Juliet that was supposed to deliver a much happier ending than the original. Two well-to-do New York upper westside families, where the fathers were business rivals. Then the young adults of the family fall in love, and against their families wishes, wed in secret. The steamy scenes were hot. Pascal was a very thorough and generous lover.

Oona squeezed her thighs together. She knew another thorough and generous lover …

Damn Aiden. Why did he have to be such an asshole?

And why was she always attracted to assholes? First, Russell, and now Aiden.

Aiden was mean. He might not be physically abusive like Russell, but he had a way with his words that could draw blood.

That didn’t seem to bother her libido or imagination, though, because as much as she knew she should stop thinking about the damaged cop with a chip on his shoulder, he was all she pictured when she thought of Pascal, and she pictured herself when she thought of Helena.

The fact that Helena was blonde with blue eyes meant nothing to her pleasure center, though. They were color-blind.

The flight attendant stood at the front and went through the safety protocol.

The aisle seat beside Oona remained empty. She glanced behind her. It wasn’t an overly full flight.

The plane ascended, and so did Oona’s heart rate.

Pascal was using his tongue on Helena, and Helena was loving it.

Just like Oona loved it when Aiden used his tongue.

Fucking Aiden.

And yeah, if he’d spun her around and yanked down her pants in that airplane bathroom, she probably would have given into temptation and let the jerk fuck her. Because he was just that good, and she was just that desperate. Just that turned on.

Fucking Aiden.

By the time the plane landed, Oona was a hot bundle of horny nerves.

Not the best state to be in to meet your sister’s fiancé for the first time, but whatever.

It wasn’t like she was going to have to take her pants off and show them all her wet underwear. She was probably just a little flushed, and that would disappear in no time. Particularly because the Victoria airport was small and there was no jet bridge. They climbed down the stairs and walked across the tarmac, getting whipped in the face by the chilly, salt-scented wind. But there wasn’t any snow or ice in that wind, so she had to take the little victories when they came.

Rayma said it snowed earlier in the week and hadn’t really disappeared, but the roads were clear and there wasn’t any snow in the forecast for the next several days.

The warm rush of air that greeted her when she stepped back into the airport was like a long-lost friend hugging her while they both wore one of those super comfy oversized hoodies.

She exhaled in relief, and kept her chin up and eyes alert for signs of her sister.

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