Page 45 of One Touch

“Mr. Silver,” the man said as he opened the door for us. Lathan’s face had fallen back into the impenetrable mask he wore. He didn’t respond as he slid in. I nodded in greeting for us both and joined him in the back. There was a partition up between the seats, and Lathan relaxed against the back once the door was closed.

We didn’t speak again until we were a few minutes away from the airport. Lathan’s body language had morphed from calm to anxious in a matter of seconds.

“Everything okay?” I didn’t sit by him on the team plane, so I had no idea if he was an anxious flyer.

“Of course.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Then why do you look like fire ants are crawling up your butt?”

“I don’t—” I lifted a brow as he shifted again. He halted and let out a breath. “Fine. I did something, and I’m worried you’ll be mad about it.”

“It takes a lot to make me mad, Silver.” He stared at his hands and didn’t answer. “Just tell me. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be.”

He blew out a breath. “I canceled your flight.”

“Why would you do that? Are you trying to keep me here so I miss the game?”

“What? No.” He shook his head, and his eyes implored me to listen. “We’re flying home together.” He swallowed, allowing me to revel in how ‘home’ sounded coming from him.

“Okay. That doesn’t seem so bad.”

“It’s not. Or at least I hope it isn’t. I, um, we’re taking a private jet.”

“Whoa. Seriously?” My eyes widened.

Lathan turned to me and met my gaze. He seemed to relax and become bolder the longer I didn’t lash out. “It has a bed.” Another swallow. “I want to spend the hours from here to Austin with you prepping my ass.”

“Prepping your…” My mind shut down at the image of me prepping Lathan twenty thousand miles above ground.

“Yes. So when we get home, you can fuck me.”

My cock instantly hardened at the words, and I groaned as I shifted. “I don’t?—”

“You’re not going to talk me out of this, Bambi. I’m ready, and you’ll have plenty of time to get my ass ready. Unless you’re not up for the job.”

I chuckled. Lathan was acting coy, but I could see the fear I’d say no in every inch of his body. Straddling him, I cupped his cock and leaned in close.

“Oh, baby. If you want me to spend hours prepping you, I will. But don’t play coy. We both know I’m the only one allowed in this exquisite hole.” He whimpered as I stroked him over his pants. “Now, tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” he gasped and lifted in an attempt to get more friction.

“That’s right.Me. So don’t try to play this jealousy game. It won’t work. I own your body, and we both know it.”

“Yes.”

The temptation to kiss him hit me hard, and I had to physically repel myself off his lap and back into my seat. Luckily, it was just as we pulled onto the private runway. The car rolled to a stop in front of the plane, and I swallowed down my nerves. Flying wasn’t my favorite thing. I managed to deal with it because of hockey, but that was usually on a bigger plane with all of my teammates. I wouldn’t be able to hide my nerves as easily with Lathan.

The same man who had driven us took our luggage aboard the plane. A pilot stood at the top of the stairs and greeted Lathan as we approached.

“Good evening, Mr. Silver. It’s a pleasure to serve you this evening. Once you’re both on board, I’ll begin takeoff. Is there anything you need before I head to the cockpit?”

“No.”

“Very well. I’ll see you when we land in Austin.”

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