Page 110 of Come Fly with Me

Nobody touches my junk quite like you do

“You like?” I ask, pulling her closer. Behind us, I notice the rest of her crew lingering, smiling as they watch us, as they see what I’ve written.

“You’re an idiot,” she says playfully as she leans in and kisses my neck.

“Yeah,” I say, grinning. “But you love me.”

“I do,” she says, beaming. “But seriously, how are you here?”

My grin widens. “Let’s just say being the toy boy of Crescent Airway’s biggest celebrity has its perks.”

Taylor swats me on the chest, shaking her head even as she keeps smiling. I knew she’d get a kick out of me standing here waiting for her and holding up a ridiculous sign like this.

Back when I’d flown her over Santa Monica Beach and the sign the girls were holding up, I’d watched her face as she’d seen what we’d organized. Watched as the smile that had tugged at her mouth had grown into full-blown laughter and her eyes had shined with happiness.

Seeing her like that, knowing how happy she was, it was a reaction I always wanted to create. Even if most of it had probably come from the addition that cheeky little spitfire, Sofia had tacked on the end.

“You know you’re practically a celebrity in all this too, don’t you?” she says.

I shrug, knowing it’s her that made this happen. “Meh,” I say as we turn and join the rest of her crew and make our way toward the crew bus.

“Jake, nice to see you again,” Dean says, leaning over to shake my hand.

I tuck the board under my arm, returning his handshake. “You too, how’s things?”

“Good, good,” he says, nodding his head. “Kaitlin’s getting ready to pop any second so I’m heading straight down to Florida in the morning.”

“Wow,” I reply, slipping my arm around Taylor’s shoulders. “Nervous?”

Dean laughs, shaking his head as he replies. “Nope, not at all. I can’t wait,” he says, grinning at us. “Maybe you two should try it.”

Taylor and I both laugh, even though it’s not something we’ve really talked about yet. “Settle down,” I tell him. “We only just moved in together.”

Taylor glances up at me. “You’re all moved in?” she asks, a hopeful look on her face.

She’d asked me if moving in with her was something I might want to do just before she’d left for this latest trip. We were spending every night we could together anyway, and we knew in theory it all made sense. But we also both knew what a big step it meant in reality too.

Still, it was something I really wanted, and I knew from the way she had nervously asked me, that it was something she wanted too. So I’d told her yes, knowing that eventually, I wanted so much more with her.

I nod, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips. “All moved in,” I tell her. “Rental’s gone, divorce is long finalized. I’m all yours, baby.”

Taylor smiles, her face filled with happiness as she slips an arm around my waist and squeezes. “And I’m all yours, Jake.”

As we all file onto the crew bus, I’m stunned to see Trent and Theo both sitting up in the back, across the aisle from each other. They don’t notice us, but I watch as their eyes suddenly snap up when they hear Taylor laugh behind me, their faces hard and their eyes narrowed.

Neither Taylor nor I have seen or spoken to or flown with either of them since everything went down with Taylor’s complaint, but it wasn’t hard to work out that they’d somehow have an issue with it all.

Guys like them think of women in only one way and it certainly isn’t as their equal. And I know they both still resented the fact that Taylor had broken things off with them, that neither of them was on her radar at all anymore.

So because they are total pricks, I can’t help the grin, slipping my hand to the small of Taylor’s back as I lean in and whisper, “Just so you know, I’m getting you naked as soon as we get to the hotel.”

She glances back at me, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and a look on her face that’s sexy as hell. “Oh yeah?” she murmurs, her voice husky and low.

“Yeah,” I reply, and I can’t resist leaning in to kiss her, knowing those two arseholes are watching us.

As we settle into our seats, Taylor asks, “How long are you in New York for?”

I slide my arm across the back of the seat behind her and pull her toward me. “Just tonight,” I reply.

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