Page 71 of Her Marine
“Killian,” Slate called through the door. “We have to leave in the next ten minutes, or you might not make it through baggage and security on time.”
Killian rolled his hips as he pulled Journee down, causing her to moan into his neck. “Yeah, okay. I’m coming.”
“I bet you are,” Slate responded, and Killian didn’t miss the teasing in his cousin’s voice before he heard his footsteps retreat.
Journee pulled her face from his neck, and Killian leaned in and kissed her. He moaned into her mouth before she bit his bottom lip. He felt her walls tightening around him, and he knew she was close to cumming again.
Killian rolled his hips again as his balls contracted, and Journee released his lip, threw her head back, and came.
“Killian!”
“Fuck, Tigress,” Killian groaned as he came into the condom. He grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer and placing his forehead against hers. “You always cum so beautifully for me, baby.”
Her breath hitched at his statement, and Killian kissed her softly before slowly lifting her off as he grabbed the base of his dick. He stood up, pulling the condom off and tying it.
“Stay right there. Let me go get something to clean you up with,” he instructed, pulling up his boxers and pants.
Journee shook her head. “You need to go. I can take care of it.”
Killian raised a brow at her. “I’ll be back.”
“Baby, seriously. I’ll take care of it. I don’t want you to miss your flight.”
He hesitated for a moment. Honestly, he didn’t want her to take care of it because she wasn’t the one that caused the delicious mess between her legs.
“Fine,” he finally agreed as he finished getting dressed. He leaned down, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. “I’ll text you when I land, and I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
Journee nodded, and Killian left the room, closing the door behind him. He went outside to Slate’s car, where his cousin was already waiting. Killian got into the passenger seat, and Slate pulled out of the parking lot a few seconds later.
“Did you get enough to hold you over until you see her again?”
Killian chuckled. “No, but I’m good for now.” The truth was, he could have her under him for every minute of the day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
19
Journee pulled her suitcase off the baggage conveyor, pulling up the handle and rolling it behind her. Her carry-on was slung over her shoulder, and her coat was tucked in the crux of her arm. It was a little after eleven in the morning on Christmas Eve, and the airport was packed. She hadn’t expected it wouldn’t be with people taking flights to see family.
She was going toward the airport exit and paused momentarily when she saw Killian standing there. He wore dark jeans and a black shirt, which she assumed from the material was a sweater under a long gray peacoat and gray oxford boots. His hands were in his coat pockets, and Journee just wanted to take him in for a moment.
It seemed she wasn’t the only one as she saw several women and a few men do double-takes. Some blatantly stared while others continued to glance in his direction. One woman damn near tripped over her feet, and Journee had to contain a laugh, but she couldn’t blame her. She knew her man was fine.
He approached Journee, and when he stopped in front of her, he pulled the carry-on from her shoulder as he leaned down and kissed her. They were in the middle of the airport, so she assumed it would be a brief kiss. She should have known better.
Killian kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in forever, and Journee would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the same. It’d been three weeks since they’d seen one another in person. When they pulled apart, Journee watched him lick his lower lip as she bit hers.
“Hello to you too,” she stated.
Killian chuckled, taking the suitcase handle out of her hand. “Hello, Tigress.”
Journee put her coat on, knowing that it would be cold outside. The ground was sprinkled with snow. While she enjoyed snow when it was pretty, it didn’t mean she enjoyed the cold for more than a little while.
Killian led the way out of the airport and to his car, waiting in the pick-up area. He unlocked the door for Journee, and she slid in as he placed her bags in the trunk. The vehicle started a moment after she’d closed the door. Killian got in a few seconds later, and they were pulling out of the parking space.
“How was your flight?” he asked as he exited the airport parking lot and pulled onto the street.
“It was good, quiet. There were several unoccupied seats, so it wasn’t crowded.”
“A quiet flight is always good. Do you want to stop and have lunch, or do you want to go to my place, and we can order something?”
