Page 77 of Dare to be Different

“Lost me for three days.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Scariest time of my life. Worse than when Kade got stabbed because at least then we knew he was in the hands of doctors. You were just out there, alone, either alive or dead, and I had no fucking idea. I shit you not, Remy, I lost my cool.”

“Did you cry?” he teases, trying to lighten my darkening mood.

“Yeah. Cried because I don’t have what it takes to run this company on my own, and losing you would have been a major inconvenience to me.”

Remy laughs. “Sure. Your freakout the day I went back to work meant nothing then.”

“Less than nothing.” I smirk. “Wasn’t worried at all.”

When his laugh dies into comfortable silence filled only by the blades and the engine, Remy sighs. “Thanks for worrying, Zahn. I was a bit scared, even if I said I wasn’t.”

“That’s what my mom said.”

“And thanks for… kissing me. I… it pissed me off at the time because I was so confused about it, but I’m glad you did it.”

“We’re changing,” I say, feeling the weight of that confession. It doesn’t feel hauntingly heavy. More like hopeful heavy, and I’m okay with that. “I’m changing most of all.”

“How so?”

“Well, for starters, it didn’t sit right with me at the cabin with Cami.” I glance at him but don’t commit to it. “Mom calls me Mr. Variety, and now… maybe I just want you. Hurry up and say something because in my world, that was a huge ass confession and you can’t just leave it hanging up here in the Alaskan air. Talk. Now. Do something. Remy.”

He barks out a laugh that vibrates my ears through the headset.

“Remy!” I let go of the stick and smack him. “Fill the awkward silence and put me out of my misery!”

He points at the air tower coming into view. “Hurry up and land, Zahn.”

“No. I will fly this piece of shit until you confess the same feelings I have. If you don’t, we will crash and burn together in a blaze of misconstrued glory.” He better feel the same. If he doesn’t, gah! I don’t know what I’ll do. We’ve always been on the same page, but we’ve never been on this page, so I don’t know if I’m moving too fast or if I’m even moving in a direction he wants to go in.

“Trust me, Zahn. You’re gonna wanna land.”

It’s the way he says it that has me signaling air traffic control, getting clearance for my landing, and touching the chopper down smoothly. As soon as I shut off the engine and the blades stop spinning, Remy reaches over and unbuckles my belt.

“You know how fucking powerful it feels to catch your attention?” he asks, getting held up by his own seatbelt. He swears at it, yanking it off and pulling off his headset before his hands fly to my pants. There’s no room in here for anything super fun, but whatever bee is in his bonnet is enough to get me going. “To be what you want?”

He reaches inside my pants—all three pairs of them, including snow pants, sweatpants, and long johns—and wraps his cold fingers around my hardening dick.

“Shit, Rem.” My head hits the back of the seat while lights and vehicles move outside. “Yeah, but do you want my attention like this?”

“Never, in all my fucking life, did I think I would. But now that I have it…” He growls, letting that trail off, which makes my cock stiffen fully in his grip. He tries to get up on his knees to lean over and suck me off, but there are levers and joysticks and buttons in the way, and… “Fuck!”

I grab his hair and yank him up, face to face with me. “Who’re you paying attention to, Remy? Don’t lie to me. If you wanna bring in other people, we can, but I’m just warning you right now, my newfound jealousy will—”

“Would you shut the fuck up?” he snaps at me, hand coming up to his mouth to spit on his palm. Shit, that’s sexy. When he smooths it down my cock and squeezes the base, I groan. “You talk too much.”

He kisses me. Actually, he bites me. His teeth drag over my bottom lip with the same force of his hand around my shaft. I buck my ass up, trying to fuck his fist because I’m suddenly a greedy bastard when it comes to Remy and how bossy he gets.

He jerks me off fast and hard, and it feels so goddamn good that I’m leaking, moaning like a mess, and trying to fuck his fist harder than his fist is fucking me. But when he wraps his free hand around the back of my neck, holding my face against his, that’s what sets me off.

“You,” he damn near snarls against my mouth. “I’m paying attention to you, Zahn. And fuck me, I can’t get enough.”

I cry out, but again, Remy shuts me up with his mouth. My orgasm whizzes through me like a freight train, zinging and pinging around from nerve to nerve, my cock pulsing with hard bursts of cum. I gag on my own air, but fuck that. I don’t even need it. I lean into Remy’s face and kiss him harder, taking pleasure from him wherever I can get it.

When I start to settle, dragging in ragged breaths that come out even choppier, the windows fog and my eyes blink me back to reality at the airfield.

“Because I sucked your dick once, Zahn.” He lifts his hand, my cum coating his fingers. My eyes laser focus on it as he slides them against his lips. “And I fucking crave the taste of your cum now.” He licks his lips.

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