Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Last night, as I lay in bed thinking about him, I wondered how he’d react if I told him about the crush. After he shared that awful stuff about his childhood, I feel I know him so much better, like we’re closer than we’ve been.
It makes me want to be honest with him. Surely he wouldn’t have shared that with me, the only time he’s even spoken about it if this didn’t mean anything. But just because it means something, that doesn’t mean his feelings are the same as mine.
The chauffeured car stops, and then Silas walks over from the helicopter, his tattooed arms bulging in his wife beater. He’s wearing an overall, the kind pilots wear, but it’s unzipped down to the waist.
He’s got his classic smirk on his face. His silver hair catches the sun.
He looks cocky again like all the pain has drifted away. But I can see it when I look closer into his intense ice-blue eyes.
Him...the little boy, caged, dreaming of being free.
Would he tie himself down with me? With anybody?
“You look scared,” he says, laughing. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing…mostly.”
Suddenly it hits me, and I laugh at the pure shock of it. There’s this exhilarating undercurrent with Silas, like every moment becomes even more possible…to ignore, to pretend a phantom Dad isn’t watching, judging.
Silas waits for the driver to leave, then gestures at the helicopter. “Do you trust me?”
I take a breath, my heart fluttering quicker each moment.
Everything’s possible. With us. Me and my man.
“Yes,” I say.
He takes my hand. Our warmth blazes when we come together, triggering instincts in us.
Our gazes meet, and I can tell he’s feeling it, too, the urge to crush our bodies together. To drag my nails down his firm chest, push my teeth against him as he savagely smears my wetness all over my pussy.
“Come on,” he says, voice getting husky. “Before you start giving me ideas.”
“What sorts of ideas?” I reply, making my voice confident, somehow able to after what we shared yesterday.
He looks back at me, a warm tilt to his lips. “Ideas that would make us both crazy. You’re riding up front with me.”
Before I know it, he’s given me a jumpsuit to zip over my clothes.
I wriggle into it, aware of how isolated we are, the city on the other side of the water, the surrounding helipads empty, just us and the stretching concrete.
I move my hips, side to side, looking over my shoulder. He stands a few feet away, staring at the movement, his hands bunched into fists at his sides.
“Are you trying to drive me insane?” he says, voice trembling.
A rush of power fills me, my whole body pulsing, starting with my core screaming in joy.
It’s like I’ve crushed the crush, taken control, his eyes locked on me, his solid body throbbing, his manhood pushing through the outline of his pants.
“You’re hypnotic,” he says.
“I’m just putting my jumpsuit on,” I say innocently.
He smiles, shaking his head, more like an animal baring its teeth like he’s trying to work out the primal need, but he can’t. “You’re lucky I don’t come over there.”
I swallow, nerves trying to stop the next bit.
All I’m doing is wriggling into my jumpsuit…that’s what anybody watching would think. But there’s a silent dance happening between me and my man, my lover, my one-day husband, the future father to my children.
“What would you do?” I ask finally.
“Get in the helicopter,” he says, “and I’ll tell you.”
I pull on my jumpsuit and then walk over to the helicopter.
He reaches down and grabs my hips, lifting me off my feet as though I weigh nothing. I squeal as his strong hands sink into my body, as he squeezes and lifts and then lowers me into the seat.
Gasping, I feel like I’ve already been for a ride.
“You’re so strong,” I say, sounding giddy, silly, and not caring.
“Any excuse to touch you.”
He walks around to the other side, climbs in, and straps himself into the seat. I do the same as he flicks switches and messes with dials, his hands moving quickly and skillfully as my heart starts to pound harder in my chest.
“Don’t forget,” he says, leaning back and grabbing the joystick. “I still need to tell you what I want to do.”
I press my legs together as my clit pulses, my body still tingling from how sexy he made me feel…his intense, obsessed gaze aimed at me.
The helicopter vibrates as the blades begin to turn, getting more intense the faster they go. I breathe in fits and starts, trying to calm myself down as lust scorches my body at the same time.
“It’s okay.” He reaches over and places his hand on my leg. “Just listen to my voice. I’ll relax you before we fly. Can you do that?”
“Y-yes,” I say, as the helicopter vibrates beneath me, Silas’ hand moving further up my leg toward my aching sex, his touch warm through the jumpsuit.