The O'Conners: A Made for Love Novella (7 page)

“What are you laughing at?
”
Grayson murmurs into my ear.

I twist around so that I can look up at him.
“
I thought you might have fallen asleep. I
’
m sorry.
”

“I
’
m up,
”
he says with a shrug.
“
Can
’
t sleep. What
’
s funny?
”

I feel my face flush and I try to shake away my embarrassment before I answer.
“
I was just thinking about our list,
”
I murmur.
“
I think I might have aspired to join the Mile High Club.
”
I laugh softly once more.
“
I must have been tipsy or something. I don
’
t know what I was thinking.
”

“Wait
—
that
’
s on our list?
”
he asks, reaching into his pocket for his phone. As he powers it on, I study his face. It
’
s not lost on me that he doesn
’
t share my amusement. He switches the device into airplane mode and then pulls up our list.
“
Number twenty-seven,
”
he says with a grin.
“
Why, Mrs. O
’
Conner, I do believe we
’
ve got an assignment to fulfill.
”

“What? No.
No
,
”
I insist, sitting up straight as I shake my head at him.
“
We
’
re not
—
no way
.
”

“Why not?
”
He looks around and my jaw drops in astonishment.
“
This is the perfect flight. The plane is just a little over half full. It
’
s the middle of the night, people are sleeping
—”

“
Grayson
,
”
I cry in a harsh whisper, leaning in close to him.
“
We
are not
having sex in an airplane bathroom. They are small and disgusting. I can
’
t even
—”
For a second my mind fills with images of the two of us shoved into the tiny, smelly space. It
’
s one thing to do it in a public bathroom
—
which, I
’
ll admit, took a lot of coaxing on his part
—
but this? I shake the thought away before it
’
s fully developed.
“
No.
”

“Come on, Ave
…”
He gently takes my hand and pulls it into his lap. My fingers graze the evidence of his longing and I become all too aware of my insides as they begin to betray me. Suddenly, my lungs feel like they
’
ve shrunk.
“
Now you
’
ve got me thinking about it,
”
he practically hums.

Fudgesickles. He
’
s trying to seduce me. He
’
s not playing fair. He knows how much I like to touch him. He knows how I love to feel the way I effect him. He
knows!
Now, I can
’
t seem to move my hand away from his erection.
When I run my fingers along his length through his shorts, he blows a heavy sigh and brings his lips to my ear.

“Time to be brave, sweetheart. Time to be adventurous. I
’
m with you every step of the way.
”

Snickerdoodles.

The promise of an orgasm, right here, right now, ignites a hunger in the pit of my stomach that only Grayson can satisfy. The desire that pools between my legs is distracting. The voice in my head, the one that
’
s supposed to remind me that I
’
m not thrilled by the prospect of dropping my panties in a germ infested closet
,
is growing weaker and weaker the farther his hand travels up my short leg.

The truth is, I hate telling him no. For the first year of our relationship, the answer was
always
no. Our decision to wait was a mutual one; nevertheless, my conviction was always stronger than his. When he couldn
’
t find the will to stop, I found enough for the both of us. Now
—
I
’
m
his
. My body belongs to him just as his belongs to me.

“I
’
m going to go back there, Avery. I
’
ll wait for you. If you don
’
t join me in five minutes, I guess we
’
ll have to cross this off our list another day.
”

Before I can say a word, he
’
s pulling away from me. He unbuckles his seatbelt and stands to make his way down the aisle, not bothering to look back at me. I pull the inside of my cheek between my teeth as I watch him go. He
’
s never made me feel uncomfortable. Sure, we
’
ve had our awkward moments in bed, but those are always forgotten with a laugh. Other than that, our intimacy is fueled by both love and a daring challenge to be more than ordinary with one another. Our To-Do List is about more than wild, sometimes scandalous, sexual ideas. It
’
s about trust. It
’
s about commitment. It
’
s about pleasure. It
’
s about
us.
He would never push me outside of my comfort zone.

If I didn
’
t get out of my seat, if I didn
’
t make my way to the back of the plane, if I didn
’
t knock on that closed door and join him, he
’
d come back to his seat and kiss me and that would be the end of it. But my racing heart and my shallow breaths give me away. He knows I
’
ve never felt as safe as I do when I
’
m in his arms. He knows how much I crave him. He knows already that I won
’
t say no.

I take a deep breath and nod my head, the act meant to reassure me that I
won
’
t
regret this. As I make my way down the aisle, my eyes scan over the seats filled with people. Some are sleeping while a few are lost in their electronic devices. It
’
s so quiet, aside from the noise stirred up by the air circulating the cabin. I wonder if I
’
m the only one who can hear the thunderous sound of my beating heart.

There
’
s a curtain just beyond the two bathrooms at the rear of the plane. I can hear the flight attendants talking in hushed whispers. I can
’
t make out what they
’
re saying, but I really don
’
t care. All I
’
m concerned about is getting into the bathroom before one of them comes out and questions why I
’
m tapping on the door of a stall that is
clearly
marked as occupied.

I
’
m so anxious, my eyes darting from the door to the curtain until Sonny opens up and tugs me inside. In an instant, the door is shut and locked and, for the second time today, I
’
m lifted up onto the counter. Of course, the counter I occupied this morning was a lot more spacious. I
’
m surprised to feel something soft on the underside of my bare legs. I look down and see that the sink has been covered in a thin, navy blue blanket.

“I swiped it from one of the empty seats,
”
Sonny says with a smirk, his hands reaching up my dress to remove my panties.

My heart melts as I wiggle in an attempt to assist him.

He
’
s never made me feel uncomfortable. Always the opposite
—
always looking out for me. My thoughtful lover.

We manage to get my underwear to my knees before our lack of space becomes glaringly obvious. He chuckles as I let the garment slink to my ankles and then shake one foot free before lifting the other. He yanks away the material before shoving it into his pocket.

“I can
’
t believe we
’
re doing this,
”
I whisper, reaching to unfasten his shorts.

“Oh, no?
”
As he speaks, his fingers seek out my heat. My eyes shoot up to find his as I stifle my whimper.
“
Your body says otherwise. You
’
re already wet for me, sweetheart.
”

When he pushes a finger inside of me, I groan as my hand wraps around his cock. He
’
s not wrong. I
’
m so turned on right now
—
my thoughts suddenly zeroed in on him.
Only
him.

“You ready to join the Mile High Club, Shorty?
”

“Will they hear us?
”
The stray thought enters my head as he lowers his face closer to mine. He traces his tongue along my bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. Instinctively, my fingers squeeze and he jerks his hips forward with a grunt.

“Maybe,
”
he mutters.
“
If we can
’
t keep quiet.
”

“Sonny
—”

“Don
’
t think,
”
he instructs, taking hold of my wrist as he helps me guide himself to my entrance. 
“
Just
feel.
”

As I
’
m enveloped by her slick, hot core, I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her against me.
“
Ave
—
damn, you feel so good. Always. You always feel so good.
”

She doesn
’
t have enough room to wrap her legs around me, but I can tell she wants to. Instead, she squeezes her knees at my sides as she clutches my shirt into her fists. I can
’
t help but smirk at her as I rock my hips with hers. I knew she
’
d come. My naughty sweetheart. Her wanton desires have a tendency to make her brave.

“Sonny,
”
she pants, her eyes hazy with lust.
“
More
—
I need
—”
She tries to pull me even closer.
“
More. Please.
”

“Put your feet against the wall,
”
I instruct her. She does as I say, wrapping her arms around my neck as I increase the pace and force behind each thrust.

“Yes
—
yes,
”
she whimpers.

In the blink of an eye, there
’
s a change in the atmosphere. She stiffens, her pleasure seemingly forgotten at the sound of laughter just outside the door. I slow down but I don
’
t stop, watching as she stares at the closed door in horror.