Page 18 of Come Fly with Me

Taylor shrugs. “Yeah, you?”

I run a hand through my hair. “Yes and no,” I say, chuckling a little. “Shall we?”

Taylor nods and I turn and open the waiting cab door for her. “Where are we going?” she asks as she climbs in.

I slide in behind her. “Always with the questions,” I reply. “Just trust me, Taylor,” I add, reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ear. Goosebumps spring up on her skin, and I can’t help but run my fingers down her arm, my eyes following the trail of bumps they leave behind.

“How…” she pauses, swallows before continuing. “How are the knees?”

I grin, glancing down at them. “I’ll live,” I tell her. “This isn’t the worst injury I’ve gotten trying to impress a woman.”

Taylor’s eyebrows shoot up as she raises her sunglasses to her head so her eyes meet mine. “Oh, what else have you done? Do tell.”

I chuckle, reaching over to pat her leg. “Not sure that’s a yes or no type of question, Captain.”

She groans. “God, has anyone ever told you you’re a pain in the ass?”

“I’m not sure that’s the exact wording they used,” I reply with a wink. “But in any case, that kind of confession might require something of equal value in return.”

Taylor narrows her brows at me, contemplating what I’ve just said before looking away. I leave my hand resting on her thigh, the warmth of her skin sending jolts of electricity up my arm and straight to my dick.

It’s turning me on just having my hand on her like this. I should move it, but I don’t. I leave it there for the whole ride.

After we pick up my car again, we jump in, put the top down, and then head north, crossing the bridge and driving up to Newport. We don’t talk much along the way, both of us just enjoying another sunny summer’s day. I take the long route, sticking to the coast road both to show Taylor the scenery and maximize the time she has to spend with me. Eventually, I pull into The Newport, a restaurant overlooking Newport Bay.

“Wow,” Taylor murmurs as she gets out of the car. “This is beautiful.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “I’ve always loved it up here.”

We head into the restaurant and grab a table out on the balcony. It’s quiet because it’s a weekday and most people are at work. After we’ve ordered, I fold my arms, leaning them on the table as I look across at Taylor.

“So, tell me when you got divorced.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “That’s not really a yes or no question now, is it?”

I smirk at her. “New day, new rules.”

“Is that so?”

I nod. “Yep.”

“Which are?” she asks, waving a hand in question.

I pause as the waiter brings our breakfast to the table, my eyes never leaving Taylor. When he’s gone, I reply, “Free rein. Everything’s on the table.”

I watch as she swallows hard, mulling over my proposition. “Everything?” she reluctantly asks, a nervousness apparent in her tone.

I grin. “Everything.”

Taylor nods as she reaches for her coffee. “Okay, two years ago.”

“Why?”

She shakes her head, a sly smile tugging at her mouth. “My turn,” she replies. “What were you doing when I called you this morning? Why were you so grumpy?”

I burst out laughing. I thought for sure she’d ask about the other injury I’d gotten. “Jesus, that’s an easy one,” I tell her. “I was jerking off.”

Taylor flushes and it’s fucking adorable. I can’t resist leaning over and grabbing her hand, lifting it to my mouth and gently biting her knuckles. “Why do you think I asked you to come join me?” I whisper. “It’s so much more fun when two people are involved.” She shakes her head as she pulls her hand from my grip, but I smile. “Tell me why you got divorced.”

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