Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
J: I’m flying in ten minutes. How fast can you get to the airport?
H: Haha.
J: Turn on your location. I want to know where you are at all times while I’m gone.
H: Okay. I’ll turn it on...soon!
J: Now, Haylo.
H: You turn yours on!
J: Done.
I’m chewing my lip so furiously, it’s going to bleed soon. Turn on my location?
He’s going to see that I’m on the back of the plane.
H: I don’t know how to turn it on.
J: Haylo.
H: Yes?
J: Nice wig.
I phone falls from numb fingers. Joel knows I’m on the plane. He’s known all along.
No wonder you got upgraded, silly.
With a mounting sense of dread, I slide the wig off and tuck it beneath the seat in front of me, then retrieve my phone from the aisle. Thinking for a minute, I finally text back.
H: Would you believe this is just a coincidence and I’ve had this trip planned for months?
J: No, but I’d believe you’re here to guard your heart.
J: But that’s my job now, angel. Trust me to do it.
Before I can respond, Joel’s voice comes over the loudspeaker. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are headed to Barcelona, Spain this evening and I’m going to do everything I can to make the ride extra smooth for you folks. Especially since my fiancé is on board and I’m deeply in love with her. Even in disguise.”
Heat springs up behind my eyes as a round of applause breaks out on board.
Joel is in love with me.
Deeply.
I’m beginning to relate. I’m letting myself love him.
And with him at the wheel, I’m getting less and less fearful of a crash landing.
CHAPTER 12
Joel
Haylo is on my lap in the back of a town car, our luggage stowed in the trunk.
I’ve barely been able to speak to her, because she can’t stop kissing me. Perhaps her love of a man in a pilot’s uniform is wrapped up in daddy issues, but I find I don’t give a fuck when her tongue is in my mouth and she’s trying to mount herself on my dick through my uniform pants.
“We’re almost at the hotel,” I grind out, her heat scorching me through my fly. Making me long and hard. “Before we get there, I need to warn you about something.”
“I know. You’re going to be rough with me.” She melts into me, sucking at my neck like it’s made of candy, her hips scooting around, doing her best to turn me into a geyser. “I’m ready for rough, Daddy.”
My hand grips her throat of its own volition, and she goes languid at my show of force, whimpering, held in an upright position by my touch. “We’ll see how rough you can take it, young lady.” My thumbs meet in the hollow of her throat, stroking. “Don’t panic, but your father is in town, too. Out of pure coincidence, he worked a leg from Boston to Barcelona.” I slip my hands down to her tits, kneading them inside her pink tank top. “I’ve informed him that you belong to me now.”
Christ, I sound like an evil overlord, but I don’t think I would speak like this if she didn’t like it. If she didn’t sway toward me with heavy eyelids over those possessive words that I mean with every fiber of my being. “What did he say?”
“He’s not happy. Does that bother you?”
She looks at my chin for several silent seconds. “I think every daughter hopes their father approves of the man she chooses to be with, so it makes me a little sad. But I also think he’d be out of his mind not to approve of you. Eventually, he will.”
“Then I’ll hope for his approval for your sake.”
“Not for yours?”
I nod, searching for the right words to explain the animal instincts she’s roused inside of me. “Haylo, trying to earn his approval gives him power over me. I won’t allow another man to have any authority over me. When it comes to you, I’m the authority.”
“I know,” she whispers, a shudder passing through her sexy little body.
“You like it that way?”
She’s nodding enthusiastically before I even finish asking the question.
I slip my hand up the back of her skirt and knead one of her ass cheeks. “Good girl.”
Haylo goes back to kissing me like she’s trying to climb inside my body and never come out, and I absorb every second of her perfection, planning all the ways I’m going to make love to her tonight. Wondering if it’s too soon to propose.
“I wish I could come with you on every trip,” she murmurs against my mouth. “If only it weren’t for those pesky college courses. Which I am mysteriously absent from right now.”
“You won’t be coming on trips with me, angel. Not unless they’re vacations.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s a flight school in Nashville, only about ten miles from the university. I’m looking into buying it. Taking it over, so I can be close to you.”