Page 93 of The Predator
“Not a chance. We have a short window with your uncle. He wanted to meet. If we back out because of the weather, we feel we won’t get another opportunity.”
He had a point. Jack wasn’t one to give anyone a second chance, and he wouldn’t buy a snowstorm as an excuse. After all, he and Ray had flown through a blizzard to come to my rescue. Besides, one of the main goals was to read Jack’s mind. I wanted to know everything going through his thick skull.
“Once this is over with Jack, I don’t ever want to see him again,” I said.
“We’re in agreement on that.” He held out his hand. “Come on. I’ll wash your hair.”
Jack fell to the back burner as my eyes bugged out. I couldn’t picture Sam washing anyone’s hair. Regardless, I hoped I would have more of those moments with him.
35
SAM
Iheld Layla’s hand as though she would be able to save me if the plane crashed. Flying wasn’t my gig. I wasn’t afraid of much but sitting in a metal tube that could burn my ass at forty thousand feet was one of my biggest fucking fears.
“Sam, can you let up a little?” Layla asked in a pained tone.
My eyes flew open as I eased up and peppered her hand with kisses. “Sorry, baby doll.”
She giggled. “You know the safest form of travel is on an airplane.”
Suddenly, the plane dropped, and my stomach went with it. The air pockets and turbulence had me ready to hyperventilate.
A burst of air escaped from Layla. “I take that back. Flying sucks.”
“You know what would help?” I opened a telepathic connection. I wasn’t sure it would work, but she had been drinking my blood left and right.
She raised an eyebrow.
Me sucking on your pussy.
She flinched. “I’d forgotten you could do that.”
Do what? Lick you until you scream my name?
She swatted at me. “Telepathy. It’s freaky.”
Since we can’t fuck, talk dirty to me.
You’ll be hard in a flat second. Then what?
I clenched my teeth.Good point.
She laughed.
The pilot came on. “We’re five minutes out. Everyone, take your seats. And please make sure you have your seat belts on. It’s going to be a bumpy landing.”
“Fuck me,” I muttered.
Jo peeked over the seat in front of me. “Breathe, Sam.”
“I will when we land,” I fired back.
Tell me something about yourself that I don’t know.Layla's siren voice was in my head.I mean, there’s a lot I don’t know about you. And we’re having a baby, so it’s time I learn more about his father.
His?On several occasions since we found out she was pregnant, she and I had been referring to our kid as a boy.
She shrugged.I have no idea. But I would like to know. I don’t want to wait until I give birth. Do you want to know?
