Page 6 of Flyboy
"Jack." She didn't even look at him when she moaned his name.
He bent his head, brought his lips to her ear, and growled, "Enough of this shit. I'm taking you home."
She didn't fight him. In fact she spun in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. "Hmm...Jack." His name was a hum on her lips, a sigh from her throat, and his dick twitched in answer.
Ignoring the throb in his groin, he asked, "Where's Penny?"
"Friend's house." She nuzzled into his neck, her body wiggling against his.
Any other question he might have asked evaporated when her tongue slid from the bottom curve of his neck to his ear.
"Take me home, Flyboy," she purred before sinking her teeth into his lobe and tugging.
He grinned at the nickname she hadn't used in months. She'd given him the moniker the first time he'd convinced her to go up in his vintage Cessna. They flew together for work sometimes but that was in a helicopter and not for fun. It had taken more than a year to convince her to fly with him for pleasure.
After that first flight in his plane, they'd taken to the skies at least twice a month, and to each other with a hunger he'd never felt with anyone else.
A hunger that, unlike flying, had required more than twice a month to sate.
Until Penny turned up on her doorstep.
"C'mon, Lys. Let's go home."
"Mmm...kay." She slumped against him, her breasts crushing into his chest, her head rolling on his shoulder.
Glancing down, he saw her eyes were closed and her lips parted, the bottom one a little slack in the way he'd noticed it did when she slept deeply.
Great. She'd passed out.
At least it would make getting her home without a fight easy.
With a shake of his head, he turned her slightly and, bending his knees, slipped an arm behind hers, and lifted her against his chest. She didn't protest. And when she tightened her arms around his neck and snuggled closer, her warm alcohol-drenched breath fanning over his neck and face, he smiled and walked out of Davenport's.
It didn't take any effort at all to get her in the front seat of his Wrangler and strapped in. She muttered something about lawyers and social workers and getting married and not being an alcoholic but needing to forget and when he tried to get her to make sense, she told him he couldn't take Penny away with such venom it shot him back a step.
Mulling over her words, he closed her door and jogged around to the driver’s side. Her small house wasn't far from downtown, and at this time of night the trip to her place only took five minutes. Pulling into her empty driveway, he wondered where her car was.
He knew she hadn't driven tonight. Ry had been designated driver for her and Maz, and Jack had seen the other two leave Davenport's about thirty minutes ago. The only thing he could think was she'd left her car at Maz's house. Penny wasn't old enough to have her license so she didn't have the old rust-bucket Lys insisted didn't need to be scrapped.
Unless it had finally broken down for good.
With a smile, he put the Jeep in park and switched off the engine. If the old Ford had quit on her again, he'd put his foot down and make her get something more reliable. He knew just the argument to convince her, too.
She was adamant Penny be taken care of and as far as he was concerned that meant being driven around in a vehicle that wouldn't leave them stranded on the side of the road, or worse, in the middle of it.
Hopping out and walking around to the passenger side, he contemplated the best way to get her agreement in a way that made her think it was her idea. He couldn't help the grin that curved his lips. He'd always been able to sway her to his way of thinking in the past.
Sure, he'd often used their off the charts sexual chemistry to do it and they were no longer having sex, but he could still use their attraction if he played it right.
It took less effort to get her out of the car than it had to get her in, and getting her inside took even less because he hadn't even hit the top step of her porch when the front door flew open.
"Hey. I thought you were staying at a friend’s?" he asked as he passed Penny and moved deeper into the house.
"I was. Changed my mind. I wanted to be here when Lyssa came home."
Jack did a double take. In spite of Alyssa pushing him away these last few months, he'd gotten close to Penny. They hung out a lot when Lys worked at Mercy-Life or the hospital, and he'd given Penny his number to call for anything, any time, because as much as her sister thought they couldn't rely on him for anything, he wanted them to know they could.
She'd been far more receptive to his help than Lys, that's for sure. And even though he wasn't a father, had never thought about becoming one, he felt paternal concern for the abandoned teenager.
