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)
I take the turn, veering right until I spot the runway and begin to slow for the descent.
“You’ve done really well,” I tell Lauren. “With the flight. I know you were frightened.”
She laughs softly. “I had some help at the beginning. It kind of took my mind off it.”
Her words make my cock somehow harder, my helm bulging as it has ever since she shivered against my fingers. I could feel her wetness through her jumpsuit, the heat of it, her body calling to me.
“Are you going crazy over there?” she says, her growing confidence making her voice breathy.
“How could you tell?”
“I think I’m getting better at reading you.”
“You should,” I smirk. “After yesterday, you know me better than anybody.”
I’m sure her cheeks get redder at that, her blush deepening, making me think of her pale skin going crimson when I grab her, blooming with lust.
“Remember when I said just this once?”
I think back to my apartment, when she was on her knees, her hand between her legs as she sucked my tip and rubbed my shaft.
It’s like I’m reliving it, making my cock even more solid.
“Yeah,” I say, voice shaking.
She lets out a breath like she’s teetering on the edge of shyness. But then her sassiness returns. It makes my balls tremor with more fierceness, my seed roar with deeper need.
“I’d help like that again if I could.”
“We can’t, not now,” I tell her. “We have to try and be good so the crew of the plane….”
I trail off, but her shift in tone lets me know she’s understood.
“Don’t suspect us. Because if they did, the word might get back to Dad.”
I suppress a groan, knowing there’s something truly obsessive in me. I shouldn’t have touched her, got her all excited, feeling affectionate – how she deserves to feel – and then dropped this on her.
Now we have to be cold and pretend we’re just doing this as any other family friends might.
“Won’t Dad get suspicious if he hears we’ve done this at all?” she asks, as I lower the helicopter.
She brings her hands to her belly as we make the descent.
“It’s okay,” I tell her gently. “You’re doing great.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” she says, still making me grin even as her sassiness turns to snappiness.
It’s good to know the future mother of my children can be assertive.
“I don’t think so.”
“But why risk it, right?” she says.
It’s like it’s all bundled up in her tone, the lust turning to excitement turning to a descent and not just the helicopter. I should’ve told her this sooner, but at the same time, what else are we supposed to do?
“Before your father knows, we can’t be too careful.”
“Know what?” she says, her voice quiet even through the headset.
“About us.”
“But what is that?” she goes on. “What would we even tell him?”
“Everything,” I say passionately.
“But what is everything? Oh, oh….”
She sticks her hands out as the descent gets a little rocky.
“Breathe slowly,” I tell her.
“I can’t….”
“Slowly, Lauren. You can. Believe me. In and out. Slowly. Just do that for me.”
She does as I ask, her chest rising and gently falling as I land the helicopter and switch everything off.
We sit as the blades slow down, Lauren squeezing her thighs with her hands on her knees.
Her head falls back against the headrest, and she stares across the runway to the medium-sized stunt-style plane on the other side. It’s my custom model with a large back entrance, though the pilot and safety officer are new.
The pilot and the safety officer are sitting nearby on foldout chairs, small from over here.
“I think I need to tell you something,” she says. “It’s embarrassing. Maybe it shouldn’t be, but it is. I think you need to know.”
“You can tell me anything,” I say. “Especially after yesterday.”
“I don’t want to put myself out there to get hurt. But you need to know how much this means to me.”
She takes a breath as if summoning her courage.
“Because I can’t keep going hot and cold,” she goes on. “I know I have no right to complain. Of course, we have to be discreet. But I want you to know what this means for me.”
“Tell me,” I say firmly, raising my hand as if to place it on her, then lowering it when I remember the pilot and copilot might see.
She notices the movement, flashes a look at me, then stares down. She’s looking into the past, or the future, or maybe both.
For a second, I’m sure she imagines the countless family scenes constantly tempting me, the happy laughter bouncing through the house, the footsteps and calls of Mommy and Daddy.
“I’ve had a crush on you for three years.”
She pushes the words out, her voice shivering as though she’s summoning the words with effort.
“Since my birthday, when I blew out the candles and looked up. I wondered if you would ever notice me. If you could.”