Page 65 of One Love

“Yeah, I’m gonna need a more imaginative nickname. Geek is so…passé.”

Everyone in the plane howls with laughter. Marco’s grin makes him look mortal for once but when I turn to see J’s beautiful face, there isn’t a trace of humor on her features. I let my gaze drink her in as she stares at me, from the vast ocean in her eyes to the natural dark-pink hue of her lips. They’re slightly parted and I know that, although she’s grateful, right now she’s mostly horny. I know that look. Jordyn O’Neill wants to thank me and right now she thinks her mouth on my cock is the best way to do that.

Little does she know that I don’t need her thanks. All I want is her until I’m six feet under or buried in a cement casing and dropped in the middle of the Hudson, doesn’t matter.

I want this, I want her, and I want Hallie. That’s it.

“And the rest is history, as they say.” I speak to everyone but my eyes are only on J.

Hallie yawns and I want to hug Marco when he tells her to go back to the bedroom and take a nap. After kissing her mother, she comes over to me and wraps her arms around my neck, squeezing to the point of blissful pain. “Thank you for thinking I’m important enough to get in trouble with my mom.” And fuck, my eyes fill with tears. But with a quick, deep inhale, I keep them at bay.

“Anytime, Doodle-bug.” The entire time we were tied up, I tried to keep her mind off the shitshow by testing out my best step-dad nicknames. She vetoed my best ones, and I’d Googleda whole fucking bunch these last few months. Precious, Nugget, and Bug were a no-go. Princess earned me a scowl and Kitten made her faux-vomit in her mouth.

“No.” It’s all she says and I sigh. I need a better strategy.

“Gumdrop?” She doesn’t get a chance to answer because both Devon and Enzo shut that down immediately.

“No can do, mate. That’s Tyler’s nickname for Lina and you don’t want to know what he does for—“ Devon laughs when Marco whips around and nearly scorches him into a pile of ashes. “Right, then.”

“Come on, Hals, let’s get you to sleep. We’ve only got about forty-five minutes left before we get home.” Hallie leaves with Marco, throwing a warm smile over her shoulder at her mother, then me—score—before disappearing down the hall.

“Doodle-bug? Really?” J snorts. “She’s thirteen, not two.”

“Well, she turned down my better options but I’m not giving up.” With Ronan still stuck in lala land and Enzo and Devon furiously texting with the occasional conspiratory glance between them, I decide it’s time to fulfill a lifetime dream while everyone else is busy doing shit.

Unbuckling my seat belt, I rise from my comfy chair—a dark coffee, not beige—and brace myself on either of J’s arm rests, caging her in. My face is close enough to smell that unique blend of leather and arousal mixed with a pinch of citrus. At first, I had no idea why she always smelled that way, but then I saw her cleaning her leathers. The conditioner she uses on her hair is responsible for the orangey scent, and my presence for her arousal. Score for me.

“When I was a kid, I was the president of the math club at school.” I wait because I know she has a smart ass remark to make.

“Is that supposed to be a turn on?”

My nose at the base of her neck, I inhale her all the way up to her ear. “It could, numbers are sexy. But do you know what’s sexier?” My teeth bite into her earlobe and that tiny little moan that escapes her makes my dick hard in an instant.

“Your face between my legs eating my pussy?” There’s no bite to her words, her body attuned to mine and her need for me growing by the second.

“That, but at fifty thousand feet in the air.” When I pull back, I grin at her narrowed eyes.

“Hallie—“

“Is asleep.” Cutting off her words is the only way to get one in with J.

Marco walked back into the main cabin a few seconds ago, his laptop open and his usual concentration firmly set on his work. Everyone else is either sleeping or, in Shoo’s case, playing a game on his phone.

“Come on, let’s see if that bathroom meets FAA regulations.”

As soon as the door closes behind me, I turn my hungry gaze on J, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip and my groan too loud for this little tin can. But fuck me, it’s impossible not to react when she immediately sheds her leathers, her panties, and jumps up on the small counter with her legs spread wide and feet planted on the wall opposite her.

No man could resist this sight. Okay, gay men probably could, but that’s beside the point.

“Is this what you had in mind?” J’s voice is all honey and spice with a touch of badassery that turns me on like nothing else.

Kneeling at her pussy as I unbutton my jeans and save my cock from getting strangled by my boxer briefs, I grin up at her. “Breakfast for this champion.”

My lips brush against the folds of her pussy and my entire body relaxes. My arms wrap around her thighs and my mouth attacks her flesh like I haven’t tasted her in years. Was it onlythis morning that I got my fill of her? It feels like a fucking eternity ago.

Squeezing her closer to me, I revel in the little groans and moans that she releases, probably despite her best judgment, but I love that I get to see her like this. Free and unburdened. Open and honest.

Mine in all the ways that count.

---