Page 45 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
I don’t know how I managed, but soon I had drifted off in his arms.
“Oh my gosh Sawyer, ain’t this so darn excitin’?” Grace squeals as we walk onto the plane.
I smile over at her, “Yeah, baby, really exciting.”
Actually, I don’t find any of it exciting. I’ve flown a thousand times before, and although I’m looking forward to seeing my family I’m not looking forward to the fucking cold weather. But I can’t deny that watching my Cupcake burst at the fucking seams over something so small makes me pretty damn happy. I watch her look around in wonder, as if she’s in a fucking spaceship headed to the moon and not an airplane. She doesn’t even watch where she’s going and almost bulldozes people down in her path. Grabbing her arm, I pull her back when she walks past our aisle. “These are our seats, Cupcake.”
“Oh sorry,” she smiles embarrassingly.
Chuckling, I lean down and press a quick, hard kiss to her cute, sexy mouth. I keep it brief, because I’ve been bordering on the edge with my control since the night I got to feel and taste her sweet pussy. Some major hot tension has been surrounding us since then, and I’m getting to the point where I’m not going to be able to hold back any longer.
Jesus, when I think of the way she tasted and came apart for me… Oh christ, I’m getting hard now.
“Can I sit by the window or do you want to?”
Grace’s question breaks me out of my perverted thoughts.
Get a hold of yourself, Evans!
“You can sit there, Cupcake; I prefer the aisle for the leg room.”
“Thanks,” she replies with another big-ass smile. You would think I just gave her fucking diamonds or some shit.
My eyes draw to her tight fuckable ass as she moves into the seat. She looks so goddamn good today, well okay, every day, but especially today.
I told her to dress comfortable, which she did by wearing yoga pants that mold to her lean legs and perfect ass. Her hair is up in some high messy shit on her head that looks sexy as hell. A thin, dark purple, long-sleeve sweater-type thing hangs off her one shoulder. It shows off golden, smooth, flawless skin. Skin that I want to lick and taste… Fuck!
I adjust my hard cock inconspicuously. Grace beams at me and bounces in her seat with excitement, having no clue what’s going on in my head right now. I take the seat beside her and stow our carry-on under the seat in front of me. Yeah, our carry-on. I feel like a fucking pussy that I’m happy as fuck just for sharing luggage with her. But that’s what this chick does to me, makes me feel shit I have never felt before.
And my mom knows it too. She was shocked as hell, but damn excited, when I told her I was bringing Grace. I didn’t tell her much about the situation but she knew right away that I cared about her, especially since I have never brought a girl home.
Looking over, I watch Grace as she rummages through and checks everything out. She looks out the window, plays with her TV and then opens the flaps at the back of the seat in front of her and looks through all the pamphlets.
The captain comes on, telling us to buckle our seat belts and watch the safety video. Grace quickly follows the instructions. She stares transfixed on the video that no one ever pays attention to, and I watch her face quickly transform from excitement to fear as she watches the instructions in case there is an emergency.
“Everything okay, Cupcake?”
She looks at me, wide-eyed, and nods. I see her swallow nervously and then tighten her seatbelt.
I smirk, “Don’t worry. It’s safer to fly than it is to drive. Everything will be fine.”
I rest my hand on her thigh then shift in my seat, trying to get as comfortable as I can. These fucking things are not made for guys that are six foot four.
The plane slowly starts its way down the airstrip. Grace turns and watches out the window. Once we’re in position the plane rolls forward before the pilot punches the gas and picks up speed for take off. When the wheels come up, transitioning from ground to air, we hit turbulence, which sends Grace right over the fucking edge.
She gasps and slams her hand into my chest, digging her nails in me… Is it fucked that I get hard from that?
Her face pales in fear. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
“Baby, it’s okay. This is normal.”
I move so I can get closer to her, but her grip tightens. “Don’t move, Sawyer. I’m serious, don’t move, you’re big you might mess somethin’ up.”
I chuckle, “Grace, really it’s fine.” Pulling her hand away from my chest I lean in and graze my lips down her slender throat. I kiss, lick and suck at her delicate skin. She relaxes instantly, letting out a seductive fucking whimper that has my cock hardening painfully.
Shit! I meant to calm her down, which I did, but now I’m all fucking worked up too. “You okay now, Cupcake?” I whisper in her ear then gently suck her earlobe.
She moans then shivers, “I will be if you keep doin’ that.”
I chuckle but it quickly turns into a groan. Yeah this shit can’t wait anymore. It’s one of the reasons I begged my sister to move into the main house and let Grace and I have the guesthouse. Because her sexy ass is mine this weekend, every beautiful fucking inch of it.
Anxiety and excitement rush through my system as we drive away from the airport in the massive SUV Sawyer just rented. I take in the beautiful Rocky Mountains that have snow on the very peaks but am disappointed there’s none on the ground. But I’m keepin’ my fingers crossed because Sawyer says there’s a good chance it will snow this weekend. It’s cold enough, that’s for sure, I think, zipping up my jacket higher.
