Page 48 of Made For Me

“Promise?” She holds up her hands and crosses her fingers and all I can do is shake my head. I follow her in the bathroom, watching her walk over and start the shower.

“What are you doing?” I ask her as she makes sure the water is warm.

“I’m going to see my mother today.” She smiles. “I’m going to wash the smell of sex off myself.” I take a step toward her and she holds up her hand. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to shower with you,” I inform her and she shakes her head.

I laugh. “This isn’t how this works.” I step beside her as she looks up at me, her mouth hanging open. “If you’re in the shower, I’m in the shower.”

“If you are in the shower,” she says as I step even closer to her, “then it’s going to be a long shower.”

“We have to make it fast,” I say, wrapping my arms around her. “I have to go home and pack.” I hate I have to leave today.

“Nothing about you and sex is fast.” She turns around, putting her head back. “The only fast thing is the way I orgasm over and over again.” Her ass moves side to side on my cock, and she was right, it is not a fast shower at all. It is a very long one that ends with both of us rinsing off in cold water.

I step out of the shower before her, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around my waist. When she steps from the shower, I hand her a cup of coffee while I walk into the bedroom and get dressed. “How long are you gone for?” she shouts.

“Three days,” I huff, finally finding my boxers and putting them on. “I have to go home and pack.”

“What time do you leave?” She stands in the doorway wearing her bra and panties, with her hair wrapped in a white towel. I’ve had her over and over again and the need to have her again is fucking real. I open my legs, and she walks between them. I put my hands on her hips, leaning in and kissing her stomach.

“I have to be at the airport in an hour.” I look up at her and she bends to kiss my lips. It feels like we’ve been together our whole lives, and in a way we have. She walks me to the door and her kisses leave me wanting so much more. “I’ll call you tonight.” I kiss her on the tip of her nose before I walk out of her apartment.

I rush and get to the airport with ten minutes to spare. I walk up the steps to the plane and spot Cooper sitting by himself. He is on his phone, and when I sit next to him, he looks over at me. “There he is.” He smirks at me.

I ignore the smirk, putting my seat belt on as Dylan and Michael get on the plane at the same time. “Nice of you to join us,” Cooper tells them and they just glare.

“It was Wilson’s turn to get us,” Michael huffs out as Wilson comes onto the plane calm, cool, and collected.

“And was late,” Dylan cuts in, shaking his head.

“It’s not my fault.” Wilson holds up his hands. “Franny, she was, you know.”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” I point at him.

“I’m going to throw up,” Cooper says from beside me. “You know there is such a thing as too much sex.”

My eyebrows pinch together and I shake my head. “There is not,” Dylan says and Michael punches him in the arm.

“That’s my sister,” Michael hisses out.

“Also my wife and mother of my kids, so I think I trump you,” Dylan goads, opening the shade and looking out.

“See what you started?” I mumble to Wilson as he sits in front of us.

The door of the plane closes and no one says anything when we take off. “So what’s going on with you?” Cooper quizzes, and I just look over at him.

“You could maybe try to be a little bit more, I don’t know, smooth in trying to get information.” I laugh, shaking my head.

“What? I spoke with Dad, he said I should talk to you.” I raise my eyebrows. “And then I spoke to Dylan.” He points at Dylan, who has his head back and is sleeping. “He said you were busssh.” He motions to his ears like they are exploding. “Then I spoke to that one.” He points at Michael, who is also sleeping. “And he said you were like booom.” He motions with his hands at my head exploding.

“We’re going to be fine,” I say, trying to convince myself also.

“Oh, there is a we.” He turns to put his back against the wall of the plane.

“There is a we,” I confirm to him. “Definitely a fucking we.” I look down at my hands. “I don’t even know when it happened but it did, and it’s fucking great.” I look at him now. “It’s always been her.”

He smiles at me. “You two have been thick as thieves since forever.” I nod my head. “It was bound to happen.” He doesn’t say anything else to me nor do I to him.

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