Page 55 of The Facilitator: Part 3
She fell silent and settled back down in the bed. “What an amazing thing to offer,” she whispered.
“I know, I was shocked.”
Over the years we’d known each other, Alex had become more than just a friend, I viewed him as family. He was my brother.
Chapter Fifteen
Saying goodbye to Vivienne, Alex, and Gabriella was hard. We knew we’d be back soon, but the cause of our visit had been a highly emotion one. Alex drove us to the airport, leaving Gabriella in tears with Dominic.
We said our goodbyes and boarded a flight. Although it had been an exceptional reason for the private flight, it was a luxury we’d decided on for the return journey as well.
“Want to join the Mile High Club?” I whispered as we buckled into our seats. “There’s a bedroom back there.”
“Oh, yes, do we get a certificate?” Lauren replied, chuckling.
We were welcomed by the pilot and a stewardess, offered drinks and given the flight plan. It was anovernight flight so we welcomed the additional bedroom. It would, hopefully, not just give us the required entry to the Mile High Club but a couple of hours of catching up with sleep.
Once we’d leveled off and the seat belt signs had been switched off, we were offered a meal, which we accepted. A bottle of wine was uncorked and we toasted each other.
“I could get used to this,” I said, relaxing back into the plush leather seat.
Lauren made a theatrical yawn, the kind where she stretched her arms and her mouth gaped. “I think we should have a nap,” she said, a little too loudly.
I chuckled, as did the stewardess. I rose from my seat and took her hand. “Yeah, we need a nap,” I said and gave her a wink.
She giggled as we headed to the small bedroom. Lauren fussed over the company’s logo on all the linens and the small double bed that was just perfect for us. However, it didn’t leave a lot of room on either side. Lauren kicked off her Converse and then pulled her T-shirt over her head and slid her jeans down. I pulled her to me, desperate for her kiss. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, gripping the hair at the nape of my neck. I reached around her and unclipped her bra. I wanted to feel her against my chest. I pulled back and slid my T-shirt over my head, and she fumbled with myjeans, undoing them as I pulled my feet from my loafers. We bumped from the edge of the bed to the wall. When we were finally naked, we collapsed onto the bed, laughing.
I rolled her to lie on top of me and for a moment she held herself on her elbows. “I love you,” I said, gently kissing her.
“Can we go back a half year?” she whispered, and I knew what she meant. I nodded my head.
She wanted to erase the past, if even for an hour. “When we get home, I’m taking you to the club,” I said. “I have an urge to spank that ass of yours so much.”
“I have an urge for you to spank me, and tie me up, and all those things we did with Veronica,” she whispered.
I grabbed her face and kissed her hard.
Lauren broke the kiss and slid down my body. She kissed my chest and my stomach, circled my navel, and then took my cock in her mouth. She licked, sucked, and nipped. Just as she sucked hard we hit an air pocket.
“Oh my God,” she said, nearly choking and laughing at the same time. She crawled up my body and lowered onto my cock.
It became a bumpy ride and the seat belt sign came on. “What do we do?” she said, riding me.
I held her hips and chuckled. “Don’t fall off,” I said.
We completed our inauguration in record time, partly laughing and partly moaning with pleasure.
“Well, that was an experience,” I said, as Lauren lay beside me. She held on to the bed as we hit yet another air pocket.
Outside an amazing storm was raging. We were able to lie on the bed and see through the windows. Lightning blazed below us and it made for a magnificent show. The clouds turned blue as the static cut through it. Above us was nothing but black littered with stars.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she whispered and I nodded.
We flew through the storm and the aircraft settled. Lauren closed her eyes and slept. I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t until I got home anyway. I didn’t have an issue with jet lag, for Lauren it would take her a couple of days. I crept from the bed and squeezed into the small shower cubical. Once I was dressed, I headed back to the main cabin and ordered coffee. I connected my phone to the onboard Wi-Fi and checked on some messages and emails.
Alex had left me a message that, as suspected, Addison had talked her way out of any charges. Annoyingly, I was sure she had a relative in the police force. She had said that she was off to deliver the ransom as instructed by Alex and me. I wasn’t sure she believed thedeath by suicide, not that she could prove anything. However, I felt she’d had enough of a fright to stay thefuck away. She was broke, although she did have the family house to sell, so that meant she wouldn’t be traveling to the UK anytime soon, as she constantly threatened.
Lauren slept for a good few hours and I was pleased. Her body had gone through enough the past few months and I was sure she needed some healing time. I could function on little sleep, she couldn’t.
