Page 111 of Come Fly with Me

“And where to next?” she asks, and I know she assumes that tonight is all we’ll have together.

I shrug, trying to act as though it’s no big deal as I say, “Down to the Bahamas, then onto Houston before heading back to L.A.”

“What?” she says, shocked as she turns to face me. “The same route as me?”

I nod, grinning.

“But how, I thought you…I mean…”

I can’t stop the laugh as I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. “I managed to switch things around,” I tell her, knowing that while scheduling tries to get us on the same flights or as close to that as possible, it doesn’t always happen. This time in particular was bad, with both of us being apart and virtually on opposite sides of the country and the world for the better part of the last two weeks.

“You did?” she asks.

“I did,” I reply. “Like I said, being your toy boy comes with a lot of perks.”

Taylor shoots me a sideways glance, her arms crossed over her chest in mock annoyance. “Oh, it does, does it?” she asks.

I burst out laughing, leaning down to kiss her lips. “It does,” I whisper against her mouth. “But the best perk is I get to have you.”

She rolls her eyes now, but it’s playful as she swats at my chest.

“Come on, you know it’s true, baby,” I tease, moving to suck and nibble at her neck, oblivious to the rest of the Crescent Airways staff that are on the bus with us. “But enough about that, tell me what you want me to do to you when I get you naked,” I whisper, my mouth at her ear.

The smile tugs at her lips as she narrows her eyes a little. Uncrossing her arms, she slides a hand onto my thigh, inching it higher until it’s practically cupping my dick like we’re a pair of teenagers at the back of the school bus as she leans in and puts her mouth to my ear and tells me exactly what she has in mind.

“Fuck me,” I breathe out when she finally pulls back.

“You like?” she asks, a huge smile on her face now.

“I love!” I half shout as Taylor laughs. “And actually, that reminds me of the other idea I had for your welcome sign.”

“What?” she asks, confused.

Chuckling, I grab the sign I was holding and flip it over to show her the non-PG version, watching as her eyes scan the words, her smile morphing into full-blown laughter at what I’d written.

“Oh my god,” she says, her head falling onto my shoulder.

“Too much?”

Taylor shakes her head, looking up at me, a huge smile on her face. “No, not too much,” she whispers.

I grin, leaning down to kiss her again. “I love you, Taylor.”

I feel her smile against my mouth. “I love you too, Jake,” she whispers. “Can you make this damn bus hurry up!”

Taylor

Two Years Later

I’m never nervous when I board a plane, but here I am with sweaty palms and a racing heart. A plane is my safe space, the place where I feel confident and I know my shit, but what I’m about to do is entirely out of my comfort zone.

But I’m doing it for Jake.

Because I know he’ll love it.

Because he makes me happy every single day.

I never thought I’d be the girl who wants to come home to a guy. The girl who would rather spend time at home curled up on the couch with her man next to her.

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