Page 119 of That First Flight

“Jesus Christ,” he rasps. “I’m going to come, baby. I need you there with me.”

“I’m there,” I scream out.

Oliver thrusts into me harder and faster, as if he’s snapped out of his own resolve.

My orgasm hits me like a rocket. I take off into outer space as stars dance across my vision. My entire body shudders as Oliver's name crosses my lips over and over again. My head dives into the sheets to mask my scream and the only thing I can think of is that I’ll never be able to get enough of this feeling with him.

Once my body decides to come back to reality, Oliver pulls out of me and I fall to the bed. My body feels taut and jelly-like from the explosion that just occurred. I turn my head and watch him, his bare ass full of muscle on full display for me as he discards the used condom in the trash before making his way back over to me.

He climbs into bed beside me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my back into him as he holds me in a warm embrace.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Oliver asks as he kisses my shoulder.

I can’t help but let out a soft laugh as I turn to face him in the bed. “Not at all. That was… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

Something washes over his features and the smile falls from my face.

“I’ll be honest with you… it’s never felt like that before for me. I’ve never been with anyone the way I am with you,” Oliver says while he brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “I know that makes me look like an asshole talking about it, but I wasn’t the type of guy to settle down.”

“We all have our pasts, Oliver.” I place my hand on his forearm. “You don’t have to talk to me about yours. But if you do, you won’t see any judgment coming from me. Besides, wasn’t it you who told me to forget about the past and anything else that’s happened before all of this?” I ask with a grin.

Oliver laughs as he pulls me into him, tightening his hold on me. I can hear him inhale once his face leans into my hair as if he’s also soaking in this moment.

It’s a moment I don’t ever want to forget.

“I meant what I said, you know…” He pauses, pulling back to meet my stare. “You’re everything, Macey. And I don’t plan on letting you go.”

We leave today for our trip and it’s been a week and a half of Macey sleeping in my bed every other night. She doesn’t stay the whole night, but I understand why. Mackenzie doesn’t know anything is going on with us and she wants to be in her bed if Mackenzie wakes up.

Something shifted the night I came home from the bar with the boys.

Everything I’ve felt for Macey over time was confirmed when I had her in my arms.

It’s not just about the mind-blowing sex. It’s so much more than that. I’ve felt a connection with her since the very first time I met her, and then I felt it again when I showed up at the bar she worked at and saw her again.

Call it kismet. Call it whatever the hell you want to call it. The universe put both of us in the same place at the same time more than once, and it’s something that’s hard to deny no matter how much I planned to avoid it.

The aroma of breakfast food creeps into my senses and I’m pulled out of bed. I mean, come on… I’m a total foodie. And you know the smell of breakfast equals the smell of bacon.

I run my hands through my hair a few times before making my way to the kitchen where I find Macey over the stove. I can’t help but admire her from behind.

God, she’s breathtaking.

In every sense of the word.

Looking at her, touching her, kissing her, thinking about her… all of it steals the air from my lungs.

Macey radiates beauty, even at eight in the morning. She stands there in her oversized t-shirt that hangs past her sleep shorts and messy hair that looks like it probably hasn’t been brushed yet. But it’s still perfect.

“Good morning,” she coos when she notices me.

“Well, good morning to you too, baby,” I reply as I make my way to stand beside her. It’s hard as hell to avoid touching her because I don’t want Mackenzie to walk in on us. I’ve avoided asking more about us being an actual couple and how we should act around Mackenzie. But I plan to bring it up soon because I’m done trying to hide how I feel.

“You made enough food to feed an army here,” I say as I eyeball the assortment of French toast, pancakes, and bacon.

Macey laughs. “You are the army, big guy. I know you like to eat.”

“I bet you do.” I shoot her a wink. “But this isn’t my favorite meal as of recently.”

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