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  “Who said I was a lady?” She teased her nails along the inside of his palm. “Besides, I get the feeling you know that answer. But if you have doubts, I’m sure we can arrange a show and tell.”

  “Well all right!” He wasted no time in turning off their overhead lights. “How about some mood lighting and privacy?”

  Empowered by the darkness, she raised the armrest and spread the blanket to cover them both. “I have the cheesiest urge to crack a joke about saving a horse and riding a cowboy right now,” she giggled.

  His playful grin heated her from the inside out. “It’s not cheesy if you follow through.”

  His words were an invitation, and she accepted, tracing his mouth with her tongue, her hand landing on his denim covered thigh. His muscles tightened, his eyes darkening with passion, and he became the aggressor. His lips were surprisingly soft against hers as he teased them back and forth with feather soft caresses. Impatient for more, she fisted his thick, coarse hair and was rewarded when he opened, velvet tongue finally stroking hers. It became a duel for supremacy. She realized she’d be okay with losing.

  The warm heat of his mouth made her de feel heavy and her nipples tighten with want. The combined flavor of the whiskey and his natural masculinity stirred her craving. He swallowed her moan, taking control of their kiss.

  “What are we doing here, sweetheart?” The banked desire lit his eyes, but concern was there, too. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to do this with you, but I don’t want you to regret it. There’s nothing wrong with being caught up in the moment. It’s a judgment free zone if you change your mind.”

  She pulled back, away from the temptation of those cat eyes, what else do you call eyes that are sometimes green, sometimes yellow, and seem to see into your soul, and considered his words. His thoughtfulness touched her as effectively as the thick erection aroused her. The irony that this stranger showed more concern for her feelings than the evil ex she’d been with for years wasn’t lost on her, but she refused to taint this moment by giving him space in her brain.

  “I don’t know about you, but I’m suddenly dying to join the mile-high club.” She caught his earlobe between her teeth. “Wanna be my partner?”

  Instead of answering, he spread the blanket out to better cover them. She breathed in his rugged scent, nuzzling his neck. Power coursed through her, giving her a boldness she rarely felt. She sucked lightly on the sweet spot beneath his ear lobe and smiled when she felt the low moan rumble through him. Good to know it was as good for him as it was for her, she thought, her panties damp.

  “Woman,” His voice was part growl, part whisper. “You’re insane, but I’m willing if you are.”

  Nimble fingers slid beneath her blouse and up her ribcage until his big, callused hand cupped her perky breast. Back arched, her body begged him to play. Reading her cues, he teased her sensitive nipples, hardening them to almost painful peaks. Dipping his head under the blanket, he bared her skin, grazed the silky smoothness of her torso with his tongue, then suckled the taut tip into wet heat.

  “Yes.” She shuddered, her legs spread to cool her heated core while she reached under the blanket and blindly squeezed his hard cock through his jeans.

  His hips drove up into her firm grasp. “Mmm. That felt like an invitation.” She reached for his zipper and discovered button-flys.

  She pulled up on the top button, yanked, grinning as they gave way and separated. Eager hands dove in, her smile wicked when they collided with hot, thick flesh and no underwear.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned.

  She’d never been more grateful for a nearly empty cabin, first class seating, or an inattentive flight attendant in her life. “Oh good.” She smirked. “I’m doing it right.”

  “I’ll say,” he muttered. His free hand slid along the inside of her thigh, stopping to trace the lace garter belt holding her silk stockings in place. “Woman.” His drawl was muffled under the blanket. “You may kill me. So damn sexy!”

  “Pretty sure this is hotter.” Her voice breathy and her breathing ragged, she grasped his wrist, directing him to where she craved his touch the most; right against the silk covering her wet heat.

  His fingers teased the swollen puffiness of her slit against the silk before he slid the elastic to the side. “Is all this honey for me, sweetheart?”

  His thick, callused finger pressed into her core. She bit her lip hard to silence the moan straining to escape. Her hips rocked a matching rhythm as she stroked his rigid length, squeezing with the upstroke until he nearly swallowing his tongue.

  She whimpered.

  “Quiet, darlin’.” He raised up from under the blanket; his fingers teased, circling the tiny, throbbing nub. “We don’t want the flight attendant to get curious and ruin our fun, would we?”

  Chapter 4

  She whimpered, her head falling against the rest, each stroke around his cock gaining speed, her need intensified. “Mercy.” Desperation ricocheted through the single word as she fought for control. “Please. Make me cum, or let me go so I can suck your cock. I’m dying.”

  “Why can’t we do both?” With a flick of his tongue along her jaw, he savored her salty sweet skin glistening from exertion.

  “In this tight space?” She cocked her head, dark eyes still glazed with passion suddenly also carried a fair amount of skepticism. “I may have mad skills, but even with yoga, I am not limber enough to make that happen. Doubtful I’d ever be that bendy. And in this cramped space? The results might embarrass everyone involved.”

  The raucous guffaw that exploded from him startled them both. “Girl, you’re something else.” He glanced toward flight attendant in case his laughter drew her attention. “I’m beginning to wonder where you’ve been all my life because you are awesome. Trust me, I’m not just saying that.”

  “Why thank you.” She dipped her head in a pseudo-bow. “And while I love to laugh as much as the next horny girl sharing an airplane with you, I’m ready for action.”

  Eyes narrowed, he did his own assessment, then shook his head. “Well, damn. Guess a plane is not the place to practice sexual gymnastics moves or to find out if all that time doing yoga paid off.”

  “Wait.” Damn, this man was entertaining she thought, her lips twitching as she fought to hold back a smile. “You do yoga, too?”

  “Nah, girl.” He winked. “But it’s kinda hot that you do.”

  The twitch morphed into a wide grin. “So, Cowboy, are you still game or are we waving the white flag?” She really hoped he wasn’t throwing in the towel. Her body was humming with sexual tension, needing an outlet, and she really didn’t want to let her own fingers do the walking. Especially since the lavatory was miniscule.

  “Oh, no.” His gaze narrowed, the banked heat returning, giving them a feline glint. “To be clear, there is no quit in this cowboy. Just working out the logistics.”

  “Is this a long process?” She squeezed her thighs together to ease some of the throbbing, not that it helped.

  He glanced down at his dick, snickered, then met her gaze, wagging his eyebrows at her like a horny teenager. “You felt it. You tell me.”

  “Wow.” Her laughter joined his. “Pretty sure we just landed back in 6th grade.”

  “Nah.” He sobered, though his expression danced with humor and his fingers glided up her thigh, leaving a trail goosebumps and heated flesh. “A sixth grader would be too self-absorbed to appreciate ‘ladies first’.”

  She gasped for air as he hoisted her leg over his, spreading her wide open to his touch. He delved into her silky panties and ran his fingers along her wet outer lips. Her hips rocked up to meet his touch, silently begging for more. He circled her clit, then slid a thick digit in. Her walls tightened, coating him with her juices as he slid his finger from her, raised it to his face, and breathed in her essence.

  “You smell so good.” He groaned, eyes heavy lidded as he sucked it clean. She gasped, unable to look away from his mouth when he licked the
digit clean. “I’ve been dying to know how you taste. Knew you’d be warm and sweet like mama’s peach pie. But those panties? They’ve gotta go so I can get you off.”

  She reached under the blanket, lifted her skirt up to waist, lifted her hips, and with his help, worked the satin and lace undies down her legs. Using the arm rest, she leaned back and shimmied out of the lingerie.

  Placing her leg on his thigh, he stroked down her leg, slid the sheer panties off her ankle, and palmed his prize. He was certain that the aquamarine confection in his hand must have looked incredible against her honey brown skin. He buried his nose in the soft material and inhaled deeply, enjoying the potent scent of her arousal, then pocketed the pretty souvenir.

  Holy shit, that was sexy. The uninhibited display of passion for her was a salve on her bruised ego and ratcheted the heat higher on a body already burning up with desire. She squirmed, ready to beg him to finish what he started.

  He focused on Kalina’s sex, his touch no longer teasing. His fingers were aggressive as he delved into her tight channel; his thumb, a gentle contrast, stroked her clit. The man’s mission was to make her explode, and from the way her walls squeezed him, she was almost there. He slanted his lips over hers, his tongue like warm velvet, and mimicking each stroke in her pussy. He swallowed her scream when she finally toppled over the edge, her release leaving her boneless in his arms.

  Tearing her mouth from his, she panted, relaxed against him, and caught her breath. She felt delicate and cared for cuddled against his muscled chest. It was such a strange thought, considering they’d just met, that she pushed it away.

  “Wow!” She exhaled, trying to steady her breathing. “A man who knows how to deliver on a promise. Not gonna lie; that’s sexy.”

  He grinned and doffed an imaginary hat. “Why thank you. I do aim to please.”

  “You succeeded,” she purred and raised the blanket around her shoulders, then reached out for him. Her mischievous grin was filled with promise. “But now? My turn.”

  “Oh, yeah,” he groaned, waiting for her to weave her magic around his cock. “I’m at your service.”

  “More like at my mercy.” She smirked when he didn’t argue.

  She took him in hand, wasting no time. He squirmed, his semi rapidly hardening as her talented fingers circled his sensitive head before gliding down the velvet cloaked iron of his erection. She stroked up and down until he was nothing but hot, straining cock begging for release.

  “Woman.” His voice was pained with desire. “I don’t know how much more teasing a man’s expected to take.”

  “Aww. Poor baby.” Her voice was a little too sympathetic as she tipped her head, batted her long, dark lashes, and aimed her baby browns at him, puppy dog style. “Is my Cowboy hurting?”

  “Not me, per se.” He slid his feet further under the seats in front of them, spreading his thighs. “But Mr. Happy is definitely feeling the pain.”

  “Seriously?” The snort escaped and made her lose the pouty face she’d been affecting before she could regain control. “You named your dick Mr. Happy?”

  He wagged a finger in her face, blinking hard to hide his humor. “Now, now. Be nice. You know how sensitive men can be about Johnsons. You could crush my self-esteem.”

  “Yeah, like that’s possible.” She didn’t bother to hide the eye-roll. “But just in case, maybe you need to keep my mouth full so I don’t accidentally wound your precious ego.”

  “Now, that sounds like a great idea.” His eyes were almost yellow and hooded with barely suppressed hunger.

  She licked her lips in anticipation and dove under the blanket, her greedy fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft. She blew out a warm gust of air against his sensitized head and grinned to herself when she felt the shudder he tried to hide roll through the muscles he’d tightened in an effort to be still.

  She was done teasing when his fingers tangled in her long, thick tresses. Leaning in, she lapped delicately at the dew drops of pre-cum beaded on the tip, then delved her tongue into the eye, thrilled as she felt his grip tighten and twist almost involuntarily. Savoring the salty tang on her tongue, she drew him deep into her mouth, thrilled when he gently pressed down, slowly unraveling with the pleasure. She loved the solid strength of him sliding along her tongue and down her throat. Up and down, she sucked and stroked his shaft into her warm, waiting mouth.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, pulling her up with the strong hands entwined in her hair. “Much as I love your mouth, darlin’, I’m not you. Once I blow, we’re done until I recover, and I don’t think our flight is going to cooperate long enough for round two. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather finish inside you.”

  Kalina grinned, her lips were puffy from working his cock. “God, you say the most thoughtful things,” she teased as she wrapped her arms around his neck, then nipped his lower lip with strong, white teeth. “Maybe I’m not doing my job well enough if you have enough brain cells to think. But you’ve got a point, and not just the one digging into my hip. I don’t want to do this halfway. I’m hot, wet, and aching to be filled by your cock.”

  He yanked his wallet from his back pocket and fumbled for a condom. “Damn, woman, you really do speak my language.” His nimble fingers tore at the cellophane, slid the thin membrane onto his shaft, gripped her hips, and pulled her on his thick length.

  Tugging the blanket nearly up to their chins, he reclined their seats all the way, then spooned her from behind. Settling her leg over his, he circled strong arms around her waist, and, in one powerful stroke, filled her. He bit down on her shoulder to muffle his shout when she clenched around him.

  The added rush of pain pushed her to euphoric release, her cunt spasming around his cock while he emptied into her. She pushed her mouth against his forearm to bury her scream as the power of their joint orgasm left them both weak and shuddering. God, that felt amazing! It had been forever since she’d felt so relaxed.

  They were just beginning to recover when their descent announcement came over the PA system. Slowly, they shifted apart and smoothed their clothes back into place then looked over at each other, grinning.

  “Hello, mile high club!” Cowboy lifted a hand up, waiting for her high five response. He crooked his eyebrow like a dare. “You gonna leave me hanging?”

  She slapped his palm, giggling. “Have I let you down yet?”

  “No, ma’am.” He winked. “Best flight home I’ve ever had.”

  The wheels hit the runway. and the cabin lights turned on. “We have arrived in Nashville. As always, it was our pleasure to fly you safely to your destination. Enjoy your stay.”

  The loudspeaker message finished as the plane taxied and stopped. She looked over at her companion. “It was a pleasure. Thanks for keeping me entertained.”

  He ran a finger gently down her nose before kissing the tip. “I hope you have an amazing adventure. Everyone deserves one.”

  “I’m off to a great start,” she whispered, kissed his cheek, grabbed her bag from under her seat, and stepped into the aisle.

  Chapter 5

  Drew glanced around, pushed her panties into his pocket, and folded the blanket. As he glanced around one last time a flash of teal in the seat pocket caught his eye. She’d forgotten something. He looked up to get the sassy brunette’s attention, but she was gone.

  “Well, shit,” he muttered to himself as he pulled out a journal. He didn’t even know her name. “Probably better that way anyway.”

  He wasn’t sure why he was trying to convince himself as he flipped it open, searched for a clue on how to return it, and came up empty. Nothing but phrases and verses. He shook his head. He was certain she’d want this back, but he’d have to figure that out later. For now, he had to get off this damned flight and back to the pressing complications that had become his reality.

  “Mr. Kendall.” The flight attendant stopped in front of him. “The rest of the plane has disembarked, sir. You’re safe to leave now.”

  “T
hanks,” he mumbled, unsurprised that the flight attendant recognized him. He hadn’t exactly been hiding, but it was refreshing that the woman he’d enjoyed hadn’t.

  Drew reached into the overhead, grabbed his bag, and headed out. It was for best that they’d never shared names, right? She obviously wasn’t into country music.

  Of course, the purpose of this flight rather than heading home with the band had been to figure out what the fuck to do about his current predicament. But he’d gotten distracted instead. He tried to regret it as his long stride ate up the pavement, and he headed out of the airport toward long term parking where he left his big, black truck.

  He needed to stop listening to his cock. His dick had gotten him into trouble more than once, and this time, his consequences weren’t just his own. His best friend, Ty, was in the blast zone. It should’ve practically neutered him, but instead of keeping it in his pants, he joined the mile-high club. It might’ve been the best sex of his life with the most intriguing woman ever, but he didn’t need more complications in his life.

  With a sigh, he beeped his clicker, set the binder on the seat beside him, and threw his bag in the back of the cab. As he began his drive home his mind wandered to the mess waiting to blow up in his face.

  Chapter 6

  Had it only been a few days since his world flipped upside down? Last week started off innocently enough with a gig in front of a home crowd at the Ryman that always left him and the band revved. Normally, after a successful show he’d head to Robert’s for some drinks with the guys, but this time? Eh.

  “Great show, buddy!” Ty Saxon, his best friend and one of the most talented drummers in the industry, slapped him on the back of his sweat soaked black t-shirt. “They were loving us out there.” Ty’s long, dark hair was matted to his forehead, sweaty proof of a job well done. “What do you think? Head out for some brewskis with the gang?”