Inside the jet, we take our seats, her by the window and me beside her. The crew prepares for takeoff, and the hostess brings a small trolley filled with drinks and snacks, offering Mila something. I watch with a smile as she grabs the chocolate muffin, which I knew she would, and a Coke.
Once I’ve got a water for myself, I lean back and close my eyes, waiting for us to be airborne. “Are you afraid to fly?” Her voice is in my ear, serving to harden my cock further, straining in my jeans. I open my eyes to regard her.
“No, I’m trying to reign in my restraint,” I respond gruffly.
“Why?” she teases, sucking chocolate muffin from her fingers, and I have to shut my eyes again, grinding my teeth to keep from gripping her and making her straddle me.
“Because if you keep teasing me with that damn chocolate, you’ll be joining the mile-high club very soon, sweetheart,” I bite out, meeting her gaze again.
“Well, what’s stopping you?” She giggles again, licking her thumb, sucking on it like she loves to suck my cock.
“Jesus, Mila.” The jet suddenly hits cruising height, and I can’t wait anymore. Undoing the seat belt, I unclick hers and tug her onto my lap. “Hold onto me,” I grunt, and she does. Her hands twine around my neck and I pull her up. Stalking toward the back of the plane, I kick open the door to the bedroom and push it shut behind us.
Her giggles echo through the room when we stumble and fall onto the bed. “Grayson,” she moans as I tug her tank top off, and once it’s on the floor, I make quick work of her shorts. Her smooth skin shimmers in the dim light, and I push her thighs open, inhaling her scent.
She’s wet, and when I place a kiss on her material-clad pussy, the taste of her arousal is enough to have my mouth watering. “Jesus, Mila.” With one swift tug, I rip off her panties and dive in between her legs, lick and laving at the sweet, slick heat.
Her hips buck and writhe against my mouth. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she tugs on the strands, trying to pull me closer. “Oh, God . . . Grayson . . . Jesus . . .” Her moans are louder, and I’m sure everyone on the plane can hear her, but I don’t care. I feast on her like her body is my final meal.
I slide two fingers into her tight heat, crooking them up, I find the spot which pushes her over the edge, and she flies apart below me. She's trembling, and her thighs on either side of my head tighten as she finds her release.
“Mm, fuck, you taste so good, sweetheart.” Meeting her darkened gaze, I rise and shove off my jeans and boxer briefs. She scoots up on the bed, propped up on her elbows. She watches me crawl over her with the tip of my cock at her pussy, needing and aching to drive into her.
“Fuck me, please?” She pouts, and I chuckle. Gripping my shaft, I stroke her entrance with the tip, teasing her wet folds, and her hips buck, trying to get me to slip inside. But I continue teasing. “Jesus, Grayson, please?”
I love when she begs.
Slowly, inch by excruciating inch, I slip inside her. Savoring the sensation of our bodies connecting in the most primal way. Rolling my hips, I fill her, feeling her body pulse around me. My mouth molds to hers, and she licks the flavor of her juices from my tongue and lips.
It’s erotic, sensual, and so beautiful to feel so connected to someone. We’re ready to take the final step marriage. I want it more than anything. Mila is young, she needs to find her footing in her studies, career, and her life. I will never stop her from doing what she wants. But I need to put a ring on her finger.
With that thought in mind, I connect us by thrusting into her. Pulling out, I slam back in. My desire heats my blood, and she rakes her nails down my back. Digging into the skin, earning herself a grunt.
“Faster, please . . .” Her mewls spur me on, and I slide almost all the way out and power back into her, hitting the deepest depths of her body. As if I could get closer to her.
“Mila, I need you to come, baby, please,” I bite out. My release is close, and I want her with me. Reaching between us, I circle her clit with my thumb, applying pressure, and just then, her body tightens, pulling me into her, deeper, and my body locks. “Come for me, sweetheart, come all over my cock.” My words send a surge through her, and she smirks. Her body shudders as a release rushes through her, dragging me along with her, and I fill her with my seed.
Her eyes flutter closed, her cheeks are flushed, and her body trembles below me. Leaning in, I plant soft kisses from her breasts up to her neck, suckling on the flesh, causing her to shiver. Soft moans, whimpers, and unintelligible words fall from her lips.
When I reach her ear, I breathe the words, “I’m yours forever, sweetheart. Always and forever.” I lift my head, meeting her stare, which is filled with love and adoration.
“And I am yours, Grayson Connor.” The words I’ve wanted to hear for far too long wind themselves around my heart causing it to thud wildly in my chest.
“Good girl. I think it’s time I got you a little gift. Something to show everyone you’re mine.” Her eyes widen at my words. We’re still connected as I soften and slip from her. “Today, I’m buying you a ring,” I tell her.
She has no choice, because she is mine.
Her mouth opens, and she utters three words I’ll never forget.
“I can’t wait.”
Epilogue
The knock on the door makes my heart leap into my throat. I haven’t seen my Aunt since Grayson and I got together. Her job has her traveling all over the world, but now that she’s back in Seattle, she’s wanted to meet up for weeks. Each time she’s offered to come by, or invited me for lunch, but I’ve told her I was busy.
There’s no more hiding.
Pulling open the door, I find my aunt, who looks exactly like my mom standing on the threshold of the house where I grew up. When I told her to come here, I was hoping being in the familiar surroundings would ease the news I’m about to deliver.
“Mila,” she pulls me into a hug, holding me so tight, I can’t breathe.
“Aunt Shanika,” I smile. Shutting the door behind her, I lead her into the living space.
Her long dark hair is pinned back, so her face isn’t hidden by the curtain of black locks that usually frame her expression. She’s nothing like my mother - serious, almost cold and distant. But this hug is something else.
“I’ve spoken to Gabriel,” she tells me as she settles on the sofa, and I take a seat on the opposite couch. I know she’s heard about Grayson and me. There’s no other reason she would be here.
“Okay,” I say, dragging out the word, unsure of what to tell her.
“At first, I was shocked, to be honest, I thought it was disgusting that you’re in love with Grayson,” she utters, her voice is low, but there’s no menace to it, and I wonder where she’s going with this.
I bite back a retort. I want to defend myself, defend the man I love. The ring that’s on my left hand is painfully clear where my life has taken me. And even though I’m starting a career soon, and Grayson is supporting me following my dreams, I also would like her blessing.
“Your mother was very much a free spirit,” my aunt says with a fond smile. “That’s where we differed. She was always off doing something exciting, upsetting our folks. But there’s one thing I can say, is that I’ve always admired her.”