Page 87 of Hostile Rival
I lie next to him in bed while the jet soars through the sky.
Now I know the real reason why there aren’t any flight attendants on board. He had wanted privacy so we could make as much noise as we wanted. And we did. After he carried me to the bedroom and then made me a member of the mile high club.
Kill Bill’s closing credits scroll on the big screen at the foot of the bed. The movie had ended on a damn cliffhanger and I’m dying to know what happens next. He was right. I did enjoy it.
Matheus stretches out and sets his phone on the built-in shelf above our heads. He’d kept the Wi-Fi on and was texting throughout the movie. Business apparently. So, I didn’t ask what he was up to.
He rolls to his side and takes my hand, linking our fingers. Gently rubbing the side of my hand, he stares at me from the pillow we’re sharing.
I’m guessing we’ve been in the air for around four hours, which gives us plenty of time to pretend the world below us doesn’t exist. I won’t lie to myself anymore. That would make me happy.
I deserve that, don’t I? Or had all the death I’ve engineered made me rotten to the core and unworthy oflove.
A little unsettled by that thought, I take my hand away from him and throw the sheet off.
“What are you doing?” He catches my wrist and yanks me backward.
I fall next to him and groan at how easily I had relented. “What areyoudoing?” I counter, angling myself around to see him better, aware of the wound on my side grumbling a little.
His eyes run over my breasts, and I can tell by the heat in that one look, he’s not thinking about how the movie ended.
“You were trying to get away from me.” He scoops me closer with one arm and spoons me against his warm chest. “That’s not possible, remember?”
Matheus always gets what he wants. I’m no exception to that rule and I’ve come to accept it. I want to believe we’ll be together forever, but I’m a realist too.
All good things come to an end eventually. I’d learned that the hard way. But it doesn’t stop me from enjoying myself while I have him alone.
“Do you need more pain relief?” he asks, his mouth close to my ear.
“I’m all good, thanks.”
“Are you hungry?” He continues. “There’s plenty of food out there. I could make you something.”
“Maybe later.” I kiss the top of his arm.
He runs his hand up the outside of my thigh. “Your skin is so soft.”
Instantly my body reacts to him, my nipples hardening. I close my eyes and take a deep breath when he cups my pussy and slips a finger inside.
“Hmm, baby. You’re very wet for a woman who was trying to leave my bed.” Feather soft lips land on my shoulder and kiss their way along the side of my neck. “Did you like the movie?”
“I did,” I whisper-groan when he slides another finger inside me and grunts next to my ear.
“Good,” he mutters. “You’re up next. Whatever you want to watch…it’s your call.”
My ass grinds into the fullness of his dick. I don’t need to think twice. I know exactly what I want to witness again.
“I want to watch you.” I spread my legs and throw the top one behind me, hooking it around his as I turn onto my back.
“Oh, yeah?” He removes his fingers and skates the tips over my belly and breasts, smearing my skin in my essence. “What do you want to watch me do?”
Moaning as he plays with my nipple, I take his hand in mine. “The hottest thing I ever saw was you jerking off when you couldn’t touch me…do it again.” He leans in and kisses me, the lingering taste of liquor on his tongue. “Keep your hands to yourself,” I order him, saying the words on a breath. Both of us are completely wound up now.
“What if I can’t do that?”
“You said it’s my call.” I paint on a saccharine sweet smile. “And I pick you, your hand, and that...” My eyes drop to his dick.
“Yeah?” He grins and my heart flutters.
