Looking up at the private jet as it sits on the runway I feel like I’ve entered an alternate universe. “This is actually your buddy’s plane?” I say to Shane as I stand there open mouthed.
“Yep.” He grins at me. “We thought about getting one for ourselves, but we don’t fly enough to get the use out of it, and Alejandro lets us use his if it’s free.”
“Wow! But imagine just being able to jump in your own plane and go anywhere you fancy, like the Bahamas?” I flash my eyebrows at him and he slides an arm around my waist.
“Flying to places where you will spend most of your time in nothing more than a string bikini might just change my mind, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear.
I shiver in anticipation at the thought, but the moment is ruined by Erin walking up behind us. “Shall we board?” she purrs as she sashays past in cream pants and a cashmere cardigan. Even dressed for travelling, she is the picture of elegance, while I’m dressed in skinny jeans, a tank top and a hooded sweatshirt.
Shane rolls his eyes, but he takes my hand and follows her to the steps of the plane. He looks effortlessly classy too. In dark jeans and a white polo shirt, he looks just as hot as he does in a suit. I wish that Erin wasn’t on this flight with us. No matter what Shane says, I can’t help feeling inferior whenever I’m around her. And I know that she hates me. Even when I try to be nice to her, she just looks down her perfectly shaped nose at me.
I hold onto Shane’s warm hand and remind myself that this is just an eight-hour flight, and after we land in Ireland, I’ll get him all to myself, and hopefully we will have to spend only a minimal amount of time in Erin’s company.
As we board the plane, Shane introduces me to the pilot and co-pilot, Theo and Andrew, who give me a quick tour of the cockpit because I have never seen one before. Shane comes with me while Erin rolls her eyes at my lack of culture and goes to take her seat. Theo is young for a pilot, or so he seems to me, given that I’ve never met one before. He is tall and dark and handsome, while Andrew is slightly older and has sandy blonde hair. Both of them are charming and cute, but they have nothing on my Irish bodyguard who keeps his hand on my waist or my ass the whole time I’m in there. I can’t help but smile to myself because I love his possessive side.
As we walk into the cabin, I nearly bump into the stewardess. She is almost a carbon copy of Erin. Tall, blonde, skinny. “Jessie, this is Wendy,” Shane introduces her.
She smiles widely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she says as she extends her hand.
“You too,” I smile back.
“This your first time flying?” she asks.
“No. I’ve flown coach a few times, but I’ve never left the States before and I’ve never been on a plane quite like this,” I look around at the spacious cabin which is tastefully decorated in cream leather, walnut and chrome.
“Yeah, this plane is quite something,” she giggles softly and I realize she is nothing like Erin. “If you could take your seats and I’ll be along to take your drinks order before we take off.”
“Thank you, Wendy,” Shane says.
“No problem, Mr. Ryan,” she purrs and I wonder if he has that effect on all women.
When we’re settled in our seats, which are as big as armchairs, Wendy comes back through. “Can I get you anything?” she asks.
“I’ll get a large Jameson on the rocks,” Shane says.
“Jessie?”
“Umm.” I shrug. “A Coke?” I don’t drink a lot and I get giddy enough flying without having alcohol too. My stomach grumbles loudly and Shane chuckles. I was too excited to have anything to eat before we left the house.
“Anything else?” Wendy smiles. “We’ll be serving a meal in a few hours, but we have snacks?”
“Cheetos?” I arch an eyebrow.
She nods her head. “Perfect.”
I sit back in my seat and look out of the window. I could get used to this kind of living. I can hear Wendy taking Erin’s order now. “A Dry Martini and some green olives,” she purrs and I roll my eyes. Even her order is classy. If that isn’t a perfect example of how different she and I are, then I don’t know what is.
After Wendy serves our drinks, the plane takes off and I watch out of the window like an excited toddler while Shane and Erin talk about some land he wants to sell now that his father is dead. I listen at first, until they start to discuss deeds and property law, and then I switch off and concentrate on the view.
“You okay?” Shane says as he leans forward and places his warm hand on my knee.
I turn to him. “Yeah, just admiring the view.”
“Me too,” he says quietly and my pulse quickens. Why is everything he does and says so damn hot? “You didn’t eat your Cheetos.” He nods to the bag on the small table beside me.
He reaches over and picks them up before opening the bag and eating one. He hands them to me and his fingers brush mine when I take them from him, sending sparks of electricity skittering over my skin.
“Those things will turn your insides orange,” Erin snipes as she pierces an olive with a cocktail stick before sucking it into her mouth.
“Maybe,” I shrug, “but they taste pretty good.”
“Hmm,” she sniffs as she looks at me.
If only to try and make this entire journey more bearable, I try to make conversation with her. “I’ve never tried olives,” I say as I toss a Cheeto into my mouth and chew, swallowing it before I add, “some guy I once worked with told me they taste like pussy.”
Shane was in the unfortunate position of having just taken a mouthful of his whiskey and the sound that he makes as he almost chokes on his drink, while simultaneously laughing and coughing, makes me giggle.
I look over at Erin, who simply rolls her eyes in disgust as Shane tries to stop whiskey from running out of his nose. It is a beautiful sight to see the usually cool, calm and collected alpha I have come to love, so completely undone, and I don’t think he has ever looked sexier.
When he finally regains his ability to breathe normally he looks at me. “Fuck, Jessie,” he says as he shakes his head.
“Well, do they?” I ask with an arch of one eyebrow.
“Not like any pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he replies as he starts laughing again.
“Well, you would know,” Erin says, almost inaudibly. “You’ve tasted every pussy on this plane.”
Shane stops laughing and scowls at her as I blink at him. There are three women on this plane. I think of the beautiful, tall, blonde stewardess who just served us. Damn! He really does have a type.
“Erin!” he snarls.
I blink at him in confusion. “You and Wendy?”
He takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to answer but Erin speaks first. “Oh, yes. You and she had quite the trip to Italy, didn’t you?” she says over the rim of her martini glass.
“Italy?”
“It was an extended layover.”
“An extended lay,” Erin snorts.
“Enough!” Shane barks to her.
I sit back in my seat feeling wounded. I know that Shane has slept with plenty of women before me. It shouldn’t be a big deal. But the fact that, once again, Erin has been allowed to blindside me, stings. Not to mention he took her to Italy! Like one of the most romantic places in the world.
He leans forward and places a hand on my knee. “I didn’t realize she’d be on this flight, or I would have told you before,” he says quietly.
I turn my head to look out of the window and hear him sigh as he leans back in his seat.
Only a few minutes have passed when he stands up. He holds his hand out to me so it is practically in my face and I can’t ignore him.
I want to, but then I see Erin watching us from the corner of my eye. I know where Shane wants to take me. There is a bedroom on this plane and isn’t that how we always work out our differences? A part of me would like to tell him to take one of his other conquests in there instead, but if only to wipe the smug grin of that woman’s face, I take his hand and follow him to the back of the plane.
I step inside the room and he closes the door behind us. He reaches for my hand but I back away from him.
He frowns at me. “I didn’t know she was going to be on this flight. I haven’t seen her for years.”
“You should have told me once you knew that she was,” I say as I fold my arms across my chest.
“Really? How would that have gone? Jessie, meet Wendy. We used to fuck back in the day.”
“You don’t have to be sarcastic,” I snap.
“For fuck’s sake!” He runs his hands through his hair. “So we fucked? I fucked a lot of women before I met you, Jessie.”
“Okay,” I say as I take a step towards him. “How would you have felt if Erin had just casually announced that I had sucked every cock on this plane?”
His face darkens as he glares at me. “Then one of us would be learning to fly a plane real quick, sweetheart, because you only just met them today!”
I shake my head. “You know what I mean, Shane. Don’t make out like I’m always being unreasonable. You took our stewardess to Italy and fucked each other’s brains out, and Erin had to be the one to tell me.”
“I didn’t take her to Italy. She was working on the plane. We hit it off.”
“So you did fuck her brains out then?” I ask, noticing he didn’t deny that.
“Jessie!”
Of course he did. This man fucks like it’s an Olympic sport.
“It was just sex. Nothing more,” he adds softly.
“Well you and I were just about sex once. Remember?”
He bends his head lower, his breath dusting over my cheek. “You and I both know that we have never been just about sex, sweetheart. Now, stop being a brat or I will take off my belt and spank your ass so hard that everyone on this plane will hear.”
Why the thought of that makes my pussy contract in anticipation is beyond me, but this man does things to my body that I can barely fathom. “I doubt they would hear it over the engines,” I whisper as I slide my hands around his neck and curl his hair around my fingertips.
“You willing to bet your ass on that?” he breathes.
“No.” I give a small shake of my head. As much as I love his spankings, I really don’t want Wendy or Erin to hear that. “But are there any more little secrets that Erin might spring on me?”
“None that I can think of. But we might run into an ex-girlfriend or two when we’re in Ireland. You okay with that?” He slides his arms around my waist.
“Yes. But please let me know when I do.”
“I will.” He bends his head and brushes his lips over mine, taunting me with the promise of a kiss.
“Did you fuck Wendy in this bed?” I whisper and he pushes me back against the wall, sliding one of his hands up my body, he wraps it around my throat, tilting my neck slightly so I am staring up into his incredible green eyes.
“No,” he growls. Then his free hand slides to the waistband of my jeans and he tugs open the button before reaching for the zipper.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Getting you naked so I can fuck you in it.”
“But what if Erin or Wendy hear us?”
He pulls my zipper down and slips his hand inside my panties. “You just said they wouldn’t hear because of the sound of the engines. Besides, I don’t give a fuck who hears us, Jessie. If I thought you’d be into it, I would take you out there and fuck you right in front of them.”
“Shane!” I gasp as he rubs soft circles over my clit.
“I would show them how hard you come for me, sweetheart. Then there would be no doubt that you belong to me and that I am entirely yours.”
“You really want to fuck me in front of your ex-girlfriends?” I pant as the warm wetness begins to pool in my core.
“I would fuck you in front of anyone. Anywhere. It takes all of my goddamn restraint not to bury myself in your cunt every time I look at you.”
“You have such a filthy mouth,” I pant as I press my head back against the wall and suck in a breath while he pulls his hand from my panties and starts to work my jeans down over my legs.
“You love my filthy mouth,” he winks at me before he drops to his knees and presses his face between my thighs. “Fuck, Jessie, you smell fucking delicious.”
“Shane!” I groan as he pulls off my socks and sneakers before tugging my jeans over my legs. Then his hand slides up my leg, over my calf and up the inside of my thigh. I shiver at his touch and he looks up at me and smiles. He knows exactly what he does to my body. I crave him like a drug.
“You still mad at me, sweetheart?”
“Yes!” I lie.
“What can I do to make you forgive me?” he growls as his fingers trail higher and he tugs my panties to the side. He pushes one finger inside me while he circles my clit with the pad of his thumb.
“You could keep doing that for a start,” I groan.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I gasp. As if he needed to ask. He knows my body better than I know it myself
“You just want my fingers, Jessie?”
“No,” I whimper as he adds a second one and my walls clench around him.
“What else do you want, sweetheart? Tell me.”
“You know, Shane,” I pant as I rock my hips against him.
He chuckles softly before he pulls his fingers out of me and stands up.
I groan in frustration as I blink at him. He trails his fingertips, damp with my arousal, over my cheek and leans his face close to mine, until his hot breath skitters over my neck. “Seeing as you’re being so shy in asking for what you want today, shall I tell you what I’m going to do anyway?”
“Yes,” I whimper shamelessly.
“I’m going to take off these panties and carry you to the bed. Then I’m going to bury my face in your sweet cunt and eat you so good that you scream my name all over this goddamn plane. And when you think you can’t take any more, I’m going to slide my fingers inside you and fuck you just the way you like.”
“Shane!” I gasp as the wet heat builds in my core.
“You’re going to squirt for me, Jessie. You’re going to drench these sheets with your cum.”
He lifts his head and I stare into his eyes. They are dark with desire and longing, and they make my breath catch in my throat. “And then what?” I whisper.
“Oh then I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to tell me what day it is.”
With that, he lifts me up and carries me the few steps to the bed before lying me down on it.
“You’re a devil,” I whisper.
“But I’m your devil,” he grins at me.
Two hours later, when Shane has delivered on every one of his promises, we walk out of the bedroom together. Erin glares at me. Her eyes burn into my skin with the heat of a thousand suns, but I walk to my seat, willing myself not to blush as I wonder if she just heard any of that. Shane Ryan is a devil, but he also makes me come harder and louder than anyone I have ever known.
I reach my seat, holding my head high and being super proud of myself for maintaining my dignity despite Erin looking at me like she just stepped in me on the pavement. I almost make it, but then Shane slaps my ass just as I’m about to sit down. The sound echoes around the cabin and my cheeks flush with heat. I turn and glare at him but he pulls me into his arms and kisses me so deeply that I no longer give a single damn about Erin and what she might think of me.
