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Addison’s face morphs from elation to confusion. But when Thor slides off his chair onto one knee, her gasp is swallowed by the collective gasps around the room, and tears trickle down her face.

“You have brought more to my life than I knew was even missing, Kitten. And the way you love me and Matty with all your heart is special, you’re special, and I want you to be mine for always.” Tears trickle off the tip of his nose as he shakes his head. “I had better shit planned to say than that, but I feel like I’m gonna puke so could you please say yes so our friends can eat?”

His verbal vomit is adorable, and before anyone can breathe, or blink, Addison has launched herself off her seat and straight onto Thor. He lands on his back with a thud. “Is that a yes?”

She nods as she kisses him, and we’ve already ordered our appetizers before they come up off the floor for air. The others carry on like they see this all the time, but the amusement of the other patrons and staff is clear.

They say it comes in threes, Kenzie having a baby, Addison getting engaged, and from the way Slade is looking at Paige it won’t be long before he pops the question, but I’m hoping the third thing will be Jagger saying yes when I ask him if we can live together, on our way home from dinner.

The Stich and Bitch crew were right about something, I love him wholeheartedly and want to spend all my free time with my favorite person. That would be easier if we lived under the same roof.

Hopefully, he agrees.

EPILOGUE

Jagger

As we climb the steps into the plane taking us to Talia’s childhood home in Louisville, Kentucky there’s an easy calm over my whole body. Our friends got engaged over dinner last night, and on the way home my quiet and nervous Half-Pint asked me to move in with her.

After we talked through options for a couple hours, we decided to rent out her place and she’ll move into mine. There’s a shameful amount of space in my house, and I’d love for her to help me fill it. Plus, we stay there more often than not since it’s closer to my garage.

When I get to our row, I take a step back to make space, pausing behind my seat. Talia’s wild eyes meet mine. “I’ll take the window.” Her voice is breathy, her cheeks pink, and she’s got the tiniest glimmer of concern in her features.

Probably because there’s a toy inside her body, and I have the remote control to set it off at any time tucked safely in the front of my jeans. She’s had it inside her from the moment we got through security. I haven’t set it off yet, but the light sheen of sweat across her forehead tells me she’s struggling.

I’m not sure if she’s struggling with the ache building in her body, or the fact if I set it off in public, she’ll have to stay quiet,and I can say many things about my beautiful baby girl from our seven months together, but quiet, she is not.

She plops onto the chair with a whimper.

“Easy, baby girl. You can’t go slapping that pussy of mine around. Forget what was inside you, did you?” I slide my fingers into the front pocket of my jeans. “Maybe I should remind you.”

She smacks my hand, rolling her lips between her teeth and shaking her head so frantically her blue hair falls into her face. “No, please. Not while people are boarding.” Her eyes leave mine, finding the line of people in the aisle waiting with their carry-ons and ready to find their seat so we can leave.

“Please?” The word is a plea, I’m not sure if she’s pleading with me to turn it on, or not to, but either way my fingers are itching and twitching. The temptation to make her fall apart right here as people walk past is fucking intense.

By the time we’re fully boarded, pre-flight checks are done, and we’re up at cruising altitude, my girl is fast asleep. If it was quieter, I’m sure I’d hear those adorable little snores as she snoozes. Joke’s on her, however, because things are about to get interesting.

The toy she’s wearing can’t be comfortable, it’s C-shaped, with a piece sitting pretty on her clit, or probably near her clit given all the movement, and the other part is inside her, resting against her g-spot. Her face is still flushed. She’s never worn something like this inside her for this long, and I know she’s probably soaking through those yoga pants she’s wearing.

If it wasn’t a full flight, I’d haul her tiny ass to the bathroom and fuck her over the sink, but getting stuck in an airplane bathroom with my cock out isn’t something I have planned for this trip.

Pulling out the small controller, I smile to myself. I’m so fucking excited to watch my baby girl struggle at thirty thousand feet. It’s going to be glorious. I give the power button a squeezeturning it on to the first setting. The vibration seems to be so slight it doesn’t impact Talia as she sleeps.

Leaving it for a while, I enjoy watching her sleep. After a few minutes, her lips part. When I push the button again, it takes another beat or two for anything to register, but while her eyes remain closed, her hand slips between her thighs.

It’s a slow wake up into consciousness for my girl. I give her time, letting her come around and realize what’s happening—even if all I want to do is go straight to the tenth and strongest setting and make her scream for everyone to hear.

The way her hand cups her pussy is so fucking hot. I still can’t hear her, the plane is so loud her whimpers are being swallowed by the ambient noise, but she’s panting, her chest is rising and falling in quick succession.

Another click of the remote makes her eyes fly open, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. Another click and her knees press together, her head turning so her wild stare can find my gaze.

Her hips are grinding against the chair, her head tipped back, mouth parted in a silent scream as she tries to ride the toy crammed inside her dripping wet pussy. My cock’s pressing at the seam of my jeans, rock-hard and ready to pound my girl into oblivion. But I don’t touch it. The noise of the plane is drowned out by the hammering of my own heartbeat in my ears. My leg is pressed against my girl’s thigh, and where our bodies touch, sparks ignite, the need burning through the fabric of my clothes.

The impulse to pick her up, rip off her pants, and shove my face in her aching cunt is raw, deep, and urgent. I’d encourage her to hold on tight to the headrest behind my head and ride my face like the uninhibited goddess she is.

Her hand clamps onto my thigh, eyes and lips squish closed, and her free hand covers her face like that might silence her body into stillness. Another click of the remote and she’s gone, her body shudders, her nails sink deeper into my thigh leaving abite of pain despite the thick clothing, and her eyes now roll back into her head.

Her body jerks and spasms, convulsing and twitching for what feels like hours. I lose track of how many times she comes, but I don’t turn off the toy for at least twenty minutes.

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