Page 60 of When We Collide

Dean laughs, brushing a kiss to my lips. “I fucking hope not. At least this time she waited for us to finish. Usually, we get interrupted right when we’re in the middle of it or just as I’m about to nut in you.”

I raise an eyebrow at him and shake my head. “Do you think anyone heard us?”

Dean’s eyes search mine and he purses his full lips adorably. “Do you care?”

Honestly, I really don’t. So, I shake my head in response, my cheeks heating, and he grins. “Good, I want everyone to see how insanely beautiful you are in your post fuck glow.”

I smack his arm when he leans in to kiss me again. “Put me down, you idiot. I need to clean up, I can feel your ‘glow’ leaking down to my arse.”

Dean lets out a gruff laugh as he slides out of me and sets me down to my feet gently. I grimace when I feel the warm trickle of his seed running down my legs. As I go to step around him to find something to clean myself up and go to tend to DJ, Dean steps in front of me. My eyes lift to his in question as his hand slides under my dress and he drags his fingers through my slick folds, rubbing the sticky essence of us both into my skin.

“Don’t wash it off,” Dean speaks quietly, his eyes darkening as he slides my underwear down my legs and stuffs it into his pocket. “The thought of you walking around with no underwear, holding my cum inside you and clinging to your skin is such a turn on.” He affirms, taking hold of my chin he tips my head back and brushes a kiss to my lips. “And when I take you home later, I’m going to fuck you full with more of it while you scream for me.”

The thought of walking around feeling sticky between my legs should disgust me, but he’s right, there’s something so erotic about it that my throat dries and a shiver of need rushes through me. Shit, now, I can’t wait to get back home.

“Come on baby, our son awaits.” Dean laces his fingers with mine and leads me out of his childhood bedroom.

“There you are,” Ashlyn complains as soon as we step into the living room. Those green eyes that are identical to her brother’s narrow as she takes one long look at me. “Oh, bloody hell. Do you two not possess an ounce of bloody control?” Dean and I turn to look at one another, trying our best to conceal our smiles. “Seriously, there are people around everywhere.”

“Whatever do you mean?” I ask, feigning innocence. Ashlyn shakes her head, her arm tightening protectively around DJ when Dean reaches out to take him. “We were just talking.”

Ash scoffs and Dean scowls at her when DJ is pulled away from him. “My aunt’s left tit you were talking! Did you bother to look in the mirror before stepping back out into public? If there was an advert that screams ‘we just fucked’ it would be this picture right here.” She asserts, gesturing to the both of us with her free hand.

“Fucking hell, Ash, what are you the sex police?” Damn it, why didn’t I stop by a mirror to straighten myself out before coming down here. My hands instinctively move to smooth out my hair as I feel my cheeks shifting through every shade of pink known to man. Dean’s strong arm circles my shoulder, and he draws me close against his side before he burrows his nose into my neck and presses a kiss against my pulse point. “Yes, I fucked her, and no I’m not ashamed of it, and I couldn’t give a flying fuck who knows. Now, hand over my son.”

Ashlyn, shakes her head. “You’re not touching my nephew with your filthy sex hands,” she utters before she walks toward the kitchen leaving Dean and I watching her retreating back in bafflement.

“Sex hands?” Dean utters as he follows his twin through their childhood home and I watch them with a grin on my face. “How do you think we fucking made him? Ash... Ash, bring him back here or so help me God I will sit your arse down and go through every sordid detail of how he was conceived!”

“Mum... Dean just had sex and he doesn’t care who knows about it!”

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Ashlyn!”

Four months later...

Florida, Panama City.

“Are you ready?”

My limbs tremble as I turn my head to look at Dean grinning at me. “To plummet to our deaths? No, I most certainly am not ready.”

“JJ, you’re sitting next to one of the world’s best pilots. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, please trust me.”

The engine's steady hum fills the small cockpit as I sit in the pilot’s seat, my hands gripping the yoke. Dean’s voice, calm and reassuring, comes through the headset.

“All right, baby. You're doing great,” he says, his hand resting lightly on mine. “Now, ease the throttle forward just a bit more. You’ll feel the plane respond to you.”

I do as he instructs, pushing the throttle forward and feeling the twin-engine plane surge with power. The aircraft slices through the air with smooth confidence, and a rush of exhilaration floods through me. My heart is beating like crazy in my chest.

“Good girl,” Dean murmurs, his voice full of pride. “Now, just keep her steady. We're heading out over the sea. How does it feel?”

“Amazing,” I reply, my voice tinged with awe and nerves as I look out over the endless blue stretching below us. The sun reflects off the water, creating a shimmering pathway that seems to lead us straight into the horizon. “I can’t believe I’m freaking flying!”

Dean chuckles softly in my ear. “I knew you'd love it up here. There's nothing quite like being in control of the skies.”

“I can see why you love it up here so much, but I would never be able to do what you do. I imagine your jet is much faster than this.”

“Ah, a standard jet can hit Mach two, which equals to around one thousand two hundred miles per hour.” My head snaps toward Dean, my eyes almost bugging out of my head.

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