“You could’ve been killed,” she reminds me, to which I tell her I could be a lot of things all the time, but it doesn’t mean I will be.
She’s tense up until my hands slide under her shirt to find her silky smooth skin.
Until my mouth is on hers again, then it doesn’t matter anymore. We could be anywhere but I’m trying to save what I have for her ‘til we’re someplace special.
Trailers and the back of a car? Not what I had planned. And the private jet the old man was talking about? Hmm… I don’t think I can hold out much longer to wait until we get to a hotel or wherever else.
And by the way Penny is urgently tugging at my clothes, almost whimpering as she tries to free my cock which is already rock hard. I’d be surprised if we make it to the airport.
But it’s so easy to get lost in just holding her and the journey settles into just us, feeling her body against mine and exploring her mouth with mine. Kissing her and whispering in her ear about just how beautiful she is, what she does to me.
“Can you wait until we get to the plane?” I ask her, making her look up thoughtfully as she runs her hand across my aching bulge.
“I dunno, can you?” She teases me. “I’ve waited my whole life for you Steve; just being here like this now, with you… it means everything,” she tells me truthfully, and I feel more than my crotch swelling as my heart grows so big, so full for her I can only be certain of one thing.
I haven’t just fallen for her, I love her. I’ll love her ‘til the day I die but I don’t know how I can tell her just like that.
Not just yet anyway.
The privacy screen starts to slide down, and I rush to make sure Penny’s covered. Nobody else is gonna see what’s mine. Ever.
I lean forward, pounding the smoked glass.
“The fuck, you moron! Who said you could join in? Do I have to come teach you a lesson you prick!” I hear myself snarling, the screen moving straight back up again as the phone in the console chimes.
The driver apologizes profusely and assures me it won’t happen again, he just wanted to let us know we’re nearly at the helipad, where a chopper will take us to the airport, a twenty minute flight.
I advise him to stay in his seat once we get there, I don’t want him anywhere near Penny.
“It’s alright, Steve,” she says, trying to calm me. “He’s just doing his job, trying to help,” she reasons, and I don’t realize how wound up I am, how tense I am until I feel her hands on me.
I’m breathing hard, panting like a wild animal, and it only makes me more protective of her to think she’d think it's normal for another man to look at her for any reason.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, slowly calming down by degrees as my fingers trace the outline of her face before working their way down to her neck and chest.
“Mine,” I remind her, “and nobody gets to see what you’ve got except me.”
“They never will,” she reassures me, and kisses me with such intensity while gripping my clothes, pulling me so close to her that her strength surprises me before it makes me moan with the need to be inside her.
Once the car stops at the chopper, I’m pleased that shithead at least has the sense to stay in his seat, and I lift Penny out of the car, carrying her to the helipad.
She’s never been in a helicopter before, neither have I, but I don’t think either of us even notice.
Once we land at the airport, there’s a few suits to direct us onto a Lear jet within walking distance, but we’re both only counting the seconds until we can be alone again.
A bubbly, busty, plastic looking Malibu Barbie type is all smiles at the entrance of the plane, until she sees Penny and then her smile falters making me growl.
I feel Penny tense at my side and before I have to deal with the same shit in the limo, I nip it in the bud.
“I’m grateful for your service whoever you are, and thank Mr. Billings for the ride, but I would really appreciate it if we could just be left alone. For the whole flight. Thanks,” I inform her, looming up unintentionally as I try to fit inside the cabin without bending myself right in half.
Her eyes travel up and down me, then Penny again, her mouth gets this fish-like look and without more than a clipped “As you wish, Mr. Bennet, I’ll let the pilot know to announce our take off and landings…” she leads us through to the passenger area before promptly slamming a door behind us, which I lock.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Penny
Steve smiles, then shrugs. I should feel bad, awkward; but I don’t.
A quick hug and kiss from him reminds me I don’t need to worry about other women, maybe just other guys from the looks of things so far.
The jet, like the car and the corporate tent at the track is over the top opulence and I joke that Steve might have to get used to it.
“Apart from having you here now, I think I prefer my old team,” he says with a hint of regret. “At least I could breathe and not be scared of breaking something, or driving a car how I like.”
“But you have me now, and I’m not complaining,” I chime in, not sure if I should take the seat next to or opposite him.
He plants me firmly in the seat in front of him with a satisfied sound, unbuttoning my blouse just enough for him to see some skin and his feet push mine a little wider apart after he buckles me in.
“Once we’re in the air…” he cautions
