Page 82 of Fly Boy
“Anyone in here?”
My eyes widen in panic as Wyatt’s hands pull me up. I open my mouth, words clogging my throat as I try to think of what to do.
“Speak, Pippa,” Wyatt whispers, his blue eyes steady as he looks at me. “Say you’ll be out in a minute.”
“Yeah—yes, someone’s still in here,” I shout, all the while focusing on Wyatt. “I won't be long.”
“No problem,” the male voice calls. “I’ll start cleaning the other locker room first.”
“Thank you.”
The door closes, and we don’t say a word, listening to the downpour from the shower head splashing over our bodies until I splutter, covering my face with my hands, and burst out laughing. Leaning against Wyatt, I can feel him tremble, his arms wrapping around me as he joins in with quiet laughter.
“Holy shit, that was close,” I say, muffled behind my fingers. Wyatt kisses the top of my head, and I peel away, a grin on my face. “Could you imagine if we got caught?”
“C’mon,” he says. Turning off the water, he opens the door. “Let’s go to your apartment. I’m not done with you.”
I shiver, the cool air nipping my skin, and I groan, realizing I left my towel in my locker. Crossing my arms over my boobs, I sprint on my tiptoes across the changing room, water dripping off with each step, and fling open the metal door.
Quickly, I run my towel over me before tossing it to Wyatt. He catches it, doing the same thing before shrugging into his clothes.
I’ve never seen someone move so fast, and I’m captivated as I watch him. He places the used towel on the bench, running his hand through his damp hair.
“What?” he asks quizzically.
“Nothing,” I say, biting on my lower lip. Even though we’re rushing to get out of the sports facility, somehow watching him feels oddly domesticated.
“Hurry up before I carry you out of here in nothing.” He nods toward my naked body, the leftover heat in his gaze returning to molten levels.
I grin and turn to grab my panties, then shimmy them up my legs. “So eager to leave.”
Stepping forward, he takes my chin in one hand and rubs my nipple with the other. “Eager to have you, Pippa. You’ve made me an impatient man. Now get your ass moving before that janitor comes in and catches a show.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“I missed you,” Pippasays, echoing what I told her as she runs across the tarmac, stopping short of tackling me to the ground.
“It’s been two days.”
“Two days too long,” she gripes, her gaze lowering to my lips. She takes a small step toward me and lowers her voice. “Do you know how hard it is to walk back into my apartment at the end of practice and not remember all the dirty things you did to me?” Lifting onto her tiptoes, her mouth brushes the shell of my ear as she whispers, “I had to buy a new vibrator just to take care of myself.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, my cock filling in my pants, picturing her lying on her bed and thinking of me. “What color is this one?” I rasp, still aware I’ve yet to see her purple one.
“Blue…” Her tongue flicks against my lobe, and my hands fight the urge to grab her and haul her to me. “And it does this thing when you press one of the buttons, making my pussy—”
“Wyatt,” Colin shouts, waving his arm over his head as he approaches the craft.
Pippa whirls around, her practiced smile on her face, expression completely neutral. Not one that screams she was just whispering dirty things about the toy she’s been using to pleasure herself.
“Oh, Miss Cartwright,” he says, as his eyes languidly peruse her body, making my blood pressure spike. “I didn’t recognize you there...standing so close…” he trails off. His shrewd gaze jumps back and forth from me to her, and his beady little eyes shine in delight like he’s walked in on something he knows nothing about.
“Good afternoon,” she says politely. “I don’t think we’ve actually been introduced.”
Colin licks his lips, his nostrils flaring as she holds out her hand for him to shake. I step around her, my back ramrod straight as I push her gently behind me and toward the jet. “Get on the plane, Pippa.”
Her fingers trail lightly over my lower back, the touch meant to be soothing, but it catches Colin’s unwavering attention as he watches her walk up the stairs.
“You two seem”—he taps his lip, searching for the word—“cozy.”
