Page 36 of Revelry

“Yeah.”

I look at the cabin around us. The overhead lights are on again and the hostesses are preparing meals. Most people are awake. Deb, Leif, Zed and Ash sit across the aisle from us, all crammed into the same row of seats. Zed’s head is on Deb’s shoulder, even though her body is angled away from him and her silk eye mask is pulled down over half her face.

I frown and look at Cooper. “Why didn’t you ask Deb to come sit with you?”

“It’s best not to disturb Deb when she’s flying.”

“She’s your sister. I’m sure if she knew you were hurting she’d come sit with you.”

He laughs. “You don’t know my sister.”

The hostesses bring us meals shortly after and when the rubbish is taken away, Cooper stretches and lays his head on my lap. “Oh okay, we’re doing that?”

“That okay?” he asks staring up at me with a hopeful expression. I have this insane desire to run my fingers through his curls.

“Yeah, I mean I just woke up with my face in your lap, so I guess it’s only fair that you return the favour.” Only I don’t think I’ve ever been this self-conscious in my entire life. We’ve been sitting on the same cramped plane for several hours now without a change of panties and I’m pretty sure my crotch isn’t smelling potpourri perfect. Coop doesn’t seem to mind though, because he nuzzles his head into my lap. I’m pretty sure he’s deliberately trying to mess with me.

“Hey can you maybe stop trying to burrow into my sacred space? I mean you could at least wait for an invitation.”

“Am I likely to be getting an invitation?”

“No.”

He laughs. “Then why wait for it when I have this opportunity right here in front of me?”

I roll my eyes, but when I glance down at him I find he’s really not kidding. His eyes are blazing with heat and that heat about sears the flesh from my bones. Seriously, the fires of Mordor have nothing on this guy’s gaze.

“Cooper …” I begin.

He sighs, and I swear I can feel his breath on my flesh even through my yoga pants. My hands automatically fly to his hair and tug through the soft black curls before I can even really register what I’m doing and my cheeks flood with heat.This is bad. This is really, really bad. He closes his eyes and presses his nose to my body, inhaling deeply and I could die, both from desire and mortification.

I pull my hand free from his hair and squirm in my seat, thinking I may have to take a trip to the bathroom in a minute to relieve some of the tension. Cooper sits up, pulling my blanket out of my bag and spreading it over us. I have this insane urge to tell him not to touch it, that it’s my own, my precious, but I don’t … because that would be weird. He leans his head on my shoulder, and then he completely surprises me by placing his right hand on my upper thigh, beneath the blanket. I jerk with the touch and he silences me with a hushedshhin my ear.

“What are you doing?” I ask just as quietly.

“Distracting myself.”

“Cooper,” I protest but his hands slides across my thigh to my pussy and I take a sharp shuddering breath.

He presses his lips to the shell of my ear and whispers, “Let me do this, please. It’ll take my mind off of flying, just for a few minutes. Please?”

The man is practically begging. I mean, I couldn’t really say no.Could I? Apparently my rabid vagina makes the choice for me because Cooper cups his hand over my pussy and it practically swallows him whole. Mercifully, he doesn’t venture beneath my yoga pants, and I’m glad for it. The feel of his flesh on mine right now would probably undo me completely.

His fingers press against my clit and I open my legs wider for him. “Would you open your legs so readily for my cock, Ali-Cat?”

I don’t answer because I’m incapable of answering, I’m flat out trying to hold my shit together and keep my face schooled into a bored-to-neutral expression so as not to alert anyone around us to the fact that he’s getting me off on an airplane.

Cooper sweeps his fingers over my clit in a circular motion. My lips part, my heart hammers against my ribcage, and heat creeps up my neck and spreads over my cheeks. I’m so damn turned on, and it’s been so damn long since any man touched me there, that my orgasm builds within seconds. My nipples are aching to be touched, bitten, sucked, and licked. All of me is aching for more of his mouth and hands. I wet my lips, imagining his cock inside me, filling me, pushing into me over and over with beautiful, torturous pleasure. Cooper’s stroking speeds up, my breathing does too, and then I come. Hard and fast against his hand, and it’s so mind-shatteringly good that he has to muffle my quiet cry of ecstasy with a fake cough.

“No fucking way,” Levi murmurs. I open my eyes as the last of my orgasm spreads through my body, making me limp, and causing another sharp breath to squeeze from my lungs. “Jesus Christ that was hot, Red.”

“Turn around, Quinn,” Coop hisses quietly.

“Do it again,” Levi commands.

“What?” I ask, and there’s a protest on the tip of my tongue, I swear there is, but his fingers find me again and I jerk involuntarily. Trying to squeeze Cooper’s hand from between my thighs right now seems kind of pointless.

“Coop,” I pant, though I’m pretty sure at this point it’s not so much a protest as it is a cry for more. I’m still sensitive. Too sensitive. Coop leans in and snags my earlobe between his teeth and with the press of his fingers against my swollen flesh, I come again.

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