Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Pulling her into me tightly, I started to fuck her back, unable to stop myself from doing it.
The plane dipped the other way, and a couple of hard, loud curses filled the air.
Though, mine joined it, but for an altogether different reason.
“I’m coming,” she breathed against my lips.
Then she was clenching all around me, her slick heat getting even wetter as she followed me over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I heard someone else say.
“I’m going to die,” I breathed against her lips.
And I was, in the most unimaginably great-feeling way possible.
“Little deaths,” she agreed, watching me go now.
At one point in time, that might’ve felt a little too ‘real.’ A little too intense for my wary soul.
But with Ari? It was completely different, almost as if this was the way it was always supposed to be. All those missed connections I felt like I had with other women? They were absolutely not missed with Ari.
Her hands once again clenched down on my neck, and then I was seeing nothing but stars as my orgasm hit me like a three-hundred-pound linebacker.
I shot my release deep inside of her, filling her full with my short, forceful thrust.
“We’re all gonna fuckin’ die!” I heard someone say.
“We’re not going to die,” I heard replied to the outburst. “Now shut the fuck up and act like you’re the thirty-year-old man you actually are, not the inner pre-teen who can’t handle a dark room.”
Then the lights went dark and the oxygen masks fell from the ceiling.
CHAPTER 12
He’s a ten, but in pesos.
-T-shirt
SLONE
“I’m sorry, sirs.” The woman looked at us, her gaze bouncing back and forth as if she was ready to throw up. “But there are no double rooms at all. Our hotel doesn’t even have them.”
Honestly, that worked out really well for me and for Ari. I’d love to have us in a single room together.
But for some reason, I felt like I sort of had to hide what was happening from Titus.
Not because I was ashamed or anything, but the more time Ari spent with us, and the closer she seemed to get to me, the more Titus looked a little bit hurt.
“I can stay in my own hotel room,” she murmured quietly.
“We do have suites, though,” the woman behind the counter continued. “A bedroom with a separate living area with a pull-out couch.”
“That works,” Titus said, answering for us both.
“Okay, great!” the desk lady said jovially, as if her entire world was now fixed. “Great! Perfect. I can get that done for you now.”
The three of us shared a few glances.
There were times when you looked at a person and you knew they didn’t know who you were. But there were other times, like right now, when you just knew that this person knew who you were and was acting differently because they knew you were a famous person.
And the front desk girl wasn’t hiding it well at all.
“It’ll be nice to have a room to myself,” Titus sighed. “Not that I don’t love my daughter or anything, but holy shit.”
I knew what he meant.
Briley was literally my best friend.
We did everything together.
But as she got older, and started turning from that baby she used to be into the girl she was now, I knew that our time sharing a room and doing all the fun stuff together would come to an end.
She’d need her own space soon, and I decided over the last few hours since I’d left her behind, that her having time to herself was also something she needed to be independent. She didn’t need her old man hanging around, watching her every move.
I just wished I could offer her something at a real home, where she could spend time and not have to travel twenty-four seven.
Hell, even an RV where she had her own space would be ideal compared to the situation I currently had her in.
“I know what you mean,” Ari sighed. “Though not because it’s a little girl watching my every move, but because it’s my sister hounding my every step.”
“Your twin?” I asked curiously as the lady handed us our cards.
I took them, then handed Titus his.
“All of them,” she answered. “None of them know what privacy is, and if they do happen to remember it from time to time, it never lasts long.”
“Thanks,” Titus muttered as he looked down at the card. “What floor are we on?”
I looked down at the card in my hand and said, “Fifty-fifth.”
Joe, who’d been sitting somewhere near the potted plant on the other side of the check-in desk, entered into the conversation then.
“I’m on ninety.” He rolled his eyes. “Of course I am.”
I offered him my card. “Want to switch? You can room with Titus.”
He was already shaking his head. “Thanks, but no thanks. Jolene has already made working for this organization a nightmare since her and Kay are best friends. I don’t really want to deal with the hissy fit she’ll throw if she found out we’d switched rooms.”