Page 116 of Fly Boy
“Brat, you really need to stop interrupting me.” I narrow my eyes playfully, urging him to carry on. “And two. You haven’t ruined my career. The day I went to see your father, I’d already decided to hand in my resignation.”
I inhale sharply. “You really meant that?”
“Yeah,” he says. “I’d been speaking to Mason and Bowie about potential job offers. Mase has this massive crypto company and was looking to hire a pilot on contract.” He points to himself. “Me… Baby, I’ve known I needed to leave working for your dad for a while. I wasn’t lying when I told you I love you.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, and I whimper, needing more. “I do and I want to be with you, no sneaking around, no lying. I want to love you in the daylight as well as the night… If you’ll have me?”
I launch myself at him, which is some feat considering how close we’re standing. But he catches me effortlessly, guiding my legs around his waist as I devour his mouth with my tongue.
I’m breathless, impossibly giddy as I stare down at my man. “I love you, too.Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.”
It might have been only a couple of days, but I’ve missed him so fucking much. Clothes come off slowly, our hands exploring every inch of each other, skin touches skin, our lips unwilling to part as Wyatt lowers me gently to the bed. Eventually,though, he breaks away, and I chase after him, another whimper escaping as he moves out of my reach.
“I’m clean,” he says, pulling back enough to let me see into his beautiful eyes.
“I’m on the pill,” I reply, biting the corner of my lip and widening my legs.
“Thank fuck,” he mutters, lining himself up. “I’ve been dreaming about having you bare.”
“You dream about me, huh?” I tease, smiling hard.
He brushes my hair back from my forehead, his expression taking my breath away. “Every damn night since I met you.”
We kiss as he sinks inside me, and I cry out into his mouth, my back arching. This isn’t like the other times we’ve had sex. It isn’t urgent. It isn’t rough or dirty or inferno-level hot. It’s slow and sweet and feels a lot like making love.
Wyatt whispers my name, his hips thrusting languidly, my hands roaming the expanse of his back. We kiss, tasting and memorizing each other. Our relationship might have started as a dirty little secret, something wrong and forbidden that it should never have worked out. But this is where I’m meant to be.
Doesn’t matter if I’m in Colorado, Lake Placid, or Westchester. Wyatt is mine.
Chapter Forty
“And we’re onto daytwo of the biggest competition in the figure skating calendar. The World Championships. Yesterday, we saw Pippa struggle, something rather unusual for the new skater.”
“It was understandable, Luke. The pressure she’s faced this entire season has been immense, but today, it’s like she’s a brand-new woman. She’s looking focused… determined… She’s really going to try to make up for anything that might have gone against them during yesterday's performance.”
“Yes, unfortunately, yesterday’s program was not their best, but whatever they’ve done to get their heads in the game last night seems to have worked, showing this pair's resilience. I caught up with Coach Camille, and she confirmed there was nothing to worry about and that the team would come back stronger today. It appears she’s right.”
“And I am so glad. I know as commentators, we’re not meant to have favorites, Luke, but there is something about this pair that has me captivated. Their story is incredible. Going from barely even knowing each other until the day they had their first practice, to now... It just goes to show what they’re both capable of. How good they are for each other. Even Evan’s previous partner, the now-retired Sasha Graham, never had as much chemistry with him as he and Pippa have after one short season.”
“Today, we have the free skate program. One that they’ve proved is the stronger of the two programs for them, and if they intend on being in contention for getting on that podium, they need to bring the same energy as previous competitions to the ice today.”
“Agreed, and given how close the scores are after yesterday’s short program, all skaters will be bringing their A-game to the ice. Currently, Pippa and Evan are sitting in fourth place, but one slip could see the Italian couple, Matteo Conti and Lucrezia Bagnaia, overtake them.”
“If they manage to execute their elements cleanly and precisely, along with the performance aspect, which we’ve seen has been a dramatic improvement since Skate America… I think we could see them jump a spot or two.”
“And with their final chance to impress the judges, it really is a high-risk, high-reward situation."
“We’ve got this,” I say to Evan as he picks at the edge of his thumb.
“Isn’t that meant to be my line?” he jokes, sucking in and then expelling a deep breath.
“Are you okay?” Nodding, he gives me his paparazzi-ready smile. I level him with a stare. “Evan.”
“Fine,” he grumbles. “I just know how much you want this, Pippa. How much is at stake. If we get on the podium, even third—which I know isn’t good enough for you—means we’re a shoo-in for being chosen for the Olympics. I mean, sure, we’ll still need to work our asses off to be guaranteed a spot, but…”
I cover his mouth with my hand, cutting him off mid-rant. “Evan, we’ve got this. Even if we do get third, I’ll be happy.”
“What?” he asks, his face screwing up in disbelief. “Since when?”
“Since I realized that it doesn’t matter if we get first or third. We’re still one of the top pairs in the country.” I tug at my skirt, a little flustered by the way he’s looking at me like I’ve got two heads. “And if we somehow don’t make it onto the podium, that’s okay too. We’ll try harder next year.”
