Page 84 of Fly Boy
“It doesn’t matter now. He won’t be saying another word.”
She leans up and slides her hands up my thighs as she goes. “Look at you being all possessive and defending my honor.”
Pippa licks along my bottom lip, tentatively probing the seam before pushing her tongue inside. Her kiss is different, noturgent or turning her pliant like it normally does. Not hungry or desperate either. It’s soft, gentle, a silentthank youfor my actions.
“Is your hand okay?” she asks when she pulls back, concern etched onto her pretty face.
I nod. “Good as new.”
“Good.” She grins, pushing to her feet. “Fly me home, Captain, and take me back to your place.”
Chapter Thirty
“What a nice surprise,”Sadie says as she opens the door, her smile warm and inviting like always. “Not working today?”
“No, just back from flying Miss Cartwright to Colorado. Not flying again until the weekend,” I tell her as she steps forward, engulfing me in a hug, and I let myself lean into it for the first time in weeks. The stress of Fiona, upsetting my dad, and sneaking around with Pippa lifts for a second.
“Sorry for dropping by without calling,” I say, wincing, feeling like a terrible son. I haven’t been around or spoken to her or my dad since Christmas. Hell, I’ve barely talked to my brothers.
She scoffs, batting my arm. “You don’t need to call first.” Then she grimaces, looking out toward the empty driveway. “But I kinda wish you did today. Your dad’s not in.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, itching my jaw. “I can come back.”
“Nonsense,” Sadie says, then latches onto my wrist and drags me over to the swing in the corner of the porch. The mismatched-colored pillows that decorate it have faded somewhat, but they’re still just as comfy as she pushes me down. “I made iced tea. Let me grab some, and we can talk.”
She disappears inside the house, returning with two glasses filled to the top. The liquid sloshes over the sides as she sets them on the small table in front of the swing.
“Oops,” she snorts.
Leaning down, she sips from the top of hers before sitting next to me. It starts to rock back and forth, and we stare out over the front yard at the quiet street they live on. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out, biting the inside of my cheek to stop my reaction as I read through the thread.
Brat
Practice without you being here for Evan to annoy is boring.
Wyatt
I’m glad my misery entertains you.
Brat
When are you coming back? He wants to know.
Wyatt
Last week was a one-time thing.
Brat
*eye roll emoji*where have I heard that before?
Wyatt
…
Brat
Is it Friday yet? Me and my moon boots can’t wait to see you.
