Page 174 of Bride By Initiation

I slide my hand through her hair and tug her head back.

She gasps.

I lean over her face. "Don't worry, my little brat. You're the only one whose pussy I want rubbing against my cock."

She bites her lip, trying to hold back her smile.

I kiss her forehead, her nose, then her lips. I flick my tongue against hers until that ache grows within me.

The pilot comes on the speaker. "Please put your seat belts on. We aren't going far, but it's a little rocky tonight."

I release her, grab her seat belt, secure it, then do the same for mine. I pick up her hand and kiss the back of it, asking, "So, where did you go?"

She answers, "To that new club called The Wave."

"And how many guys hit on you?"

She smirks. "A lot, but I'm not sure it beat out the naked women trying to grind all over you."

"But no one did," I state.

She stares at me. "You didn't have any lap dances?"

I confess, "No. I hate those places."

She scoffs. "Sure you do."

I pin her with my gaze, and with my most serious voice, I assert, "I do hate those places. Ask Brax."

She huffs. "Right. I'm sure Brax is going to tell me the truth," she says sarcastically. "It's bros before hoes with you two."

"I'm not lying, Zara. There's only one woman I want rubbing against me, and it's you."

She briefly studies me, and she must see the truth in my eyes because she smiles. "Well, that's good."

I kiss the back of her hand again. "Yeah. So what do you think this is all about?"

"My guess is as good as yours."

The plane takes off and rises into the air, but not very high. The turbulence hits, and the plane shakes hard. After only fifteen minutes, the pilot announces, "We'll be on the ground shortly." The landing gear lowers, and within minutes, we're back on the ground.

Zara mutters, "Wow, that was quick," then she takes a nervous breath.

I stroke my thumb over the back of her hand, declaring, "Everything will be fine."

She turns, smiles, and softly states, "I know. I'm glad you're with me, though."

"Me too," I admit, my heart beating harder.

When the plane has come to a complete stop, we unbuckle our seat belts and get up. I lead her off the plane and through a dark hall, similar to the ones we always seem to go down. When we get to the end of it, I put my hand on the knob and pause. I offer, "Should we run back to the plane?"

Her eyes widen. "I think we'd be in trouble if we did that."

"Do you think anyone ever has?" I question.

She laughs. "Probably not. But I don't think we should be the first ones."

"I suppose you're right. Are you ready, my pulse?"

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