Page 61 of OneTime Lovers
I turn back around to face him and ask, “What exactly are you laughing about?” My voice is laced with a pretended sternness I’m far from feeling. Besides one look at the sexy man beside me and it’s hard to feel anything other than a desire to jump his bones. Right here, right now.
In fact, in the last twenty-two hours when the cabin lights were dimmed, we did get a little naughty beneath the blankets. Let’s just say we are both now members of the mile-high club, thanks to the privacy of first class.
Scott drops a brief kiss on my lips before saying, “It makes me happy to see your excitement in arriving in my hometown. But I thought you were a seasoned global traveler.”
“I am but this is different. This is bucket list stuff.”
He lets another chuckle escape and I’m not in the least bit bothered when he says heatedly, “You are bucket list stuff.”
With a jabbing punch into the firm muscle of his arm, I tell him, “You know we’ve talked about your silly pickup lines in the past. They don’t work.”
“I don’t know, seemed to work pretty damn well last night when I was pumping into you, thousands of miles above the Pacific Ocean.” He leans forward to nuzzle my neck sending sparks shooting through my veins.
“Stop it, I don’t need reminding and neither do you. We’re about to land and that means you getting up and walking through a busy airport terminal with this ….” Reaching down into his lap, I gently squeeze his hard cock straining behind the zipper of his jeans. As he groans into my ear I smile and think, now who’s not laughing.
This is how Scott and I are as a couple, constantly challenging each other, the sexual chemistry never far below the surface. I love it. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I have in the last three months.
Luckily for us, the plane landing and taxiing to the terminal building takes another fifteen minutes, enough time for Scott to ensure his erection has reduced in size.
Another of the perks of first-class is we get to disembark first, so we are quickly ushered from the plane through passport control then baggage collection.
Once we’ve passed through the security doors into the main terminal building, we make our way through the gathered crowd, who are waiting for the return of their loved ones. Our driver is standing patiently to the side, waving us over as he recognizes Scott amongst the arrivals.
My nerves are starting to kick in as I settle into the back seat of the car and Scott climbs in beside me. The moment of truth I’m on my way to meet Scott’s family.
Not being a big relationship kind of girl makes this a unique experience and for the first time in my life I worry what they will think of me.
Feeling Scott’s eyes on me, I turn to look at him as he reaches for my hand.
“Hey, it’s okay they’ll love you,” he says as if he’s telepathic and can read my thoughts. It surprises me still, even after a couple of months together, how in tune with each other we really are.
A short while later the driver turns into a wide driveway and the large electronic metal gate slides open, allowing us to pass through. From this view it’s hard to get an impression of the house beyond as we drive almost immediately into a garage area large enough to hold three cars. This is the family home where Scott grew up and I try to imagine him on his pushbike coming through the same gateway.
Getting out of the car, Scott takes my hand again and asks, “Are you okay?” He looks down at me with concern etched across his brow. I guess I’m not doing as good a job as I thought at hiding my nerves.
“Kiss me,” I say, knowing one of Scott’s kisses makes me forget almost everything else around me.
Of course, I don’t need to ask him twice as he instantly wraps his arms around me, capturing my lips in a long hard kiss that takes my breath away.
The sound of running feet on wooden floorboards has us breaking apart, just in time for Scott to catch the woman flying into his arms. I’m guessing this is Scott’s sister, Gemma, based on the enthusiastic welcome home. He’s told me before how close they were growing up. Their closeness also probably has something to do with her being set to marry Scott’s best friend in five days’ time.
Finally breaking her hold on her big brother, Gemma turns around and embraces me with almost as much enthusiasm. “I can’t believe Scotty has finally brought a girl home. It’s so good to meet you, Jasmine.”
Already, I like Scott’s sister and my earlier nerves have completely disappeared. Hooking us on each side of her, she leads us through the doorway into a wide hallway that opens to a large open plan living area.
It’s now clear to see this is an impressive harborside mansion with the living area providing views across the famous sparkling blue harbor, which is laid out before me in all its expansive glory. Wow, now that is a million-dollar view.
Gemma moves us further into the room, as an older blonde woman walks briskly across the marble floors throwing herself into Scott’s waiting arms. A huge loving smile on her face and if I’m not mistaken a few tears in her eyes. Scott releases her and drags me forward by the hand to introduce me to his mom. Like the welcome from his sister, his mom pulls me into a warm hug, telling me how much she’s been looking forward to meeting me.
When his mom steps back from the hug, Scott is beaming, in a way I’ve never seen him look before.
“I’m so happy to welcome you to our home, Jasmine. We’ve waited a long time for Scott to bring a girl home to meet us.” I raise an eyebrow at Scott as his sister and mother have now both made similar comments. I’ll need to quiz him about that later as it’s obvious from the slight embarrassed flush on his scruff-covered jawline there is a story behind the comments.
“I’m really pleased to meet you all too,” I respond, and his mom’s smile broadens.
“Oh, I’ve missed hearing a New York accent, I don’t know if Scott told you but I’m originally from Boston.” Scott had mentioned it, but I never would have guessed as any remnants of her American accent are only detectable if you know to listen for them.
“But let me get you kids settled in the pool house before I start bombarding you with questions. I’m so excited to have you finally here but I’m sure you’re feeling tired after the long flight. Gemma, can you please show them where they’ll be staying.”
