Third Date (21 page)

And so far, this trip was not giving me a good feeling.

“How you doing?” Her gentle voice hummed through the loud buzzing of the airplane's jet engines

“I'm good, I just hate flying.” Flicking my eyes around the plane, I was trying to search the faces of the other passengers for fear.

I got nothing.

The man beside me read the paper as usual, a woman two rows up fixed her makeup in a small mirror. The stewardess walked with smooth movements up and down the aisle, asking passengers their drink choices.

But not one hint of fear or uncertainty rested on any other face, it was all business as usual.

“It's just turbulence, nothing to worry about.” Kinsley's fingers swept over my hand, up my arm, and caressed the hair on the back of my head.

Turning to look at her, I gave the best smile I could. She looked satisfied with my facial expression, and rested her head on my shoulder.

“I hope Fay is good for my mom, I've never left her for so long. I mean, I know it's only three days, but I already miss her.” The scent of her hair relaxed my nerves a little, the feel of her against my body sent a wave of comfort cascading through my muscles.

The past two weeks had been the best weeks of my life. So much of my time had been focused on others that I let myself get walled from finding happiness.

Now I'm going to have it all.

I'll have the girl, I'll have the family I always wanted, and for the first time ever, things seemed to be going in my favor.

The plane jolted again, a few cups flew off the trays around me. Instinctively, I clutched the chair harder, letting out a soft gasp. “How much longer before we land?”

“Shouldn't be long now, maybe another thirty minutes.” Kinsley's hand pressed on my chest, the tips of fingers swirling in small circles.

Reaching for her hand, I tugged it to my lips and kissed her palm. “Thank you for doing this with me, it means a lot.”

Angling her head so she could look up at me, her eyes were deep and soft. “I'm happy to be here, Layne.” Her face flickered in thought, lips parting to keep speaking, but she stopped.

She looked like she wanted to say more, her eyes studied me, holding and stirring in place. But the air hung quiet, her voice staying dormant.

“What?”

Shaking her head, Kinsley flicked her eyes to the window. “Nothing.”

“No, what? What were you going to say?”

“Well, I was thinking, we could make this plane ride a little more exciting...” Her fingers teased my shirt, crumpling the loose fabric between her palm.

“Oh, and how's that?”

Biting her lower lip, she spoke low. “What if I told you I could help take your mind off the bumping plane, and onto something much more pleasurable?”

“Are you insinuating we become part of the mile high club?” Arching a brow, my heart stampeded through my chest. This woman was more than just smart, she was fucking brilliant.

“I didn't want to put it in those words, that's too cliché, but yeah.” Her tongue rode the edge of her lip, her hand gliding to gently cup my cock.

Blowing out a hot breath of air, I ran a palm over my forehead. “You better be careful, or I might just take you right here.”

Giggling, Kinsley stood from her seat, dragging her hand across my shoulder. I watched her walk up the isle, eyeing me as she entered the small bathroom.

Wow, holy shit. I'm about to get laid on a plane.

Never in my life.... Taylor will never believe it.

Glancing around the cabin, I watched to see if anyone was looking. Unbuckling my seat belt—Yes I insisted on wearing it the entire time— I walked to the back of the plane.

The small sign signaled it was occupied, but I knew better. Tapping lightly on the door, my voice deepened a octave. “Is there a sexy lady in there waiting for me?”

But her voice never came. The engines were roaring, buzzing through my ears. Figuring she couldn't hear me I knocked again, and repeated my question a little louder. Nervously, I watched the people around me over my shoulder.

And still I got nothing.

What the hell is she doing in there?

Is she alright?

I started to get nervous, thinking that maybe she had gotten sick again. My tender knock turned into a raging pound. “Kinsley? Kinsley, you alright?”

The red occupied sign turned green, door popping open in one quick burst. “Young man, you need to wait your turn!”

To my shock, an elderly woman stepped out, grimacing and angry. Holding my hands up, I stepped to the side to let her pass. “I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

She didn't say another word, but the old woman had quite the jab for me. Her elbow shot into my ribs, knocking the air from my lungs, her feet shuffling against the carpet as she kept moving along to her seat.

A firm hand grabbed the collar of my shirt, and yanked me into the stall right beside the one I was knocking on. Kinsley was laughing hysterically, her eyes tearing and watery as she closed the door and locked it.

“That was priceless, Layne.” Her chuckle continued, hand holding her stomach.

Squeezing around her, I clutched her hips. “Laugh it up, I just took an elbow to the chest for you.”

“I'm sorry, I just thought you knew which one I was in. But that was great.” Her eyes flashed with a serene happiness and humor that I had never encountered before.

Running my thumb over her jaw, her laughter subsided and her face drew in. Coiling her fingers over my hand, her head fell into my palm.

I had never actually been in love before, so I had no idea if that was the feeling hitting my muscles. But if what I was feeling was love... I never wanted it to end.

Kinsley's lips shimmered, the soft velvet flesh held open, calling me to kiss them. And right then in that moment, I had forgotten about the plane, I had forgotten about how we were miles above the earth.

In that small space we carved for ourselves, it was just us.

Arching her head up, she stood on her tippy toes, pressing her lips against mine. Curling my hand into her hair, our tongues collided, licking and wrapping. She tasted sweet, like fresh mint and desire.

If that can even be imagined.

But that's what I tasted. Her skin was hot, small beads of sweat began to emerge, tracing the curve on the back of her neck. Wrapping her fingers wildly into my hair, she pushed her lips against mine with a carnal need.

We didn't speak, we didn't make noise, the only sounds were barely audible to my own ears. But those subtle gasps and deep inhales of air, were enough to make cock throb painfully against my jeans.

Plucking my face off hers, her eyes were dark, needy, submersed in sexual prowess. Kinsley bit down on her lip, fingers tearing the button open on my pants. I felt the warmth of the cabin air flow down my cock as it jumped free.

Coiling my fingers into her roots, I twisted her around and pushed her over the small sink. My elbows bumped the walls, back touching the door. The space was limited, but it was enough for me to make her cum, it was enough to claim her in the sky.

The fucking world could come crashing down around us, and that still wouldn't be enough to stop me from fucking her right then.

I was about to take her in heaven, just like I had taken her on earth. And that thought sent a rush of adrenaline through my veins. I felt powerful, a sense of owning her in more ways than one flooded my muscles.

Maybe I sound conceded when I say this... But I felt like a god.

Kinsley's hand shifted behind her back, wrapping around my swelling shaft. Pumping her hand up and down, she rocked her ass against my waist. Sliding my hand up her thigh, I felt her shiver, the small tremble rode her muscles, forcing her back to arch.

Lifting the edge of her dress up over her ass, she was pantieless, bare and exposed.

Hmm, she had this planned all along...

What a good girl.

Curling my hand into the crease of her thighs, her skin was on fire. The need and frustration was building inside her, and I could read it all over her body. Pushing my hand between the diamond shaped space, her wet lips slicked my fingers.

Kinsley moaned, snapping her face over her shoulder, and glaring at me under hooded lids. Her lips twitched and turned as I found her folds, feeling her gently at first with one finger.

“Stop teasing, and fuck me already.” Her words were air-filled and coy, leading me into her demand. Her hand thrust up and down over my cock, twisting around my dick.

I hadn't even slid inside her and already my balls were pulling tight, the pure arousal of the entire situation dangled me on the cliff of blowing my load and I hadn't expected it.

We were so close, so pressed together in the confined box, that I barely had room to move. Spreading her legs from wall to wall, Kinsley slid my engorged head over her drenched slit, sending an electric spark through my nerves.

Digging my nails into her hips, I curled my body over hers, and whispered into her ear. “You are so fucking bad, and I love it.” Grabbing the condom from my wallet, I peeled it open and slid it over the thick muscle. In one quick thrust, I was deep inside her.

Her fingers gripped the silver sink, face falling forward with an unmissable moan. The moan I had gone from dreaming about, to hearing, to wanting, to needing more than the oxygen around me.

Fucking her hard and fast, I could feel her legs trembling beneath her as my cock rode her walls. Goosebumps broke like wild fire across her flesh, driving me to go deeper. Kinsley's body was a drug, the way she fit perfectly around my cock, the scent of her juice as it coated my dick, everything drove me to the brink of insanity.

I had never experienced so much pleasure from one woman, one body, one mind.

Kinsley's nails scraped and curled around the sink, her muscles going limp as the orgasm coated her body and the perfect coo hit her lips. Throwing my cock into her tight pussy, tingles sparked from my lower belly, the cum flowing out as my cock beat to the rhythm of my heart.

Dropping my head to her shoulder, I laid tender kisses over the side of her neck. “You just fucked me in a plane, how do you feel now?” she asked, rolling her nose over the side of my cheek.

“Are we even in the air still?” Chuckling, I pulled myself up, and reached for some tissues to clean up. “Think I can flush this?” I asked, holding the balled up condom.

Attempting to turn, we bumped together like goldfish in a small tank. “I don't think so.” We couldn't stand exactly side by side, Kinsley was more tucked under my arm, and behind me. “Do you think anyone heard us?”

Rubbing her upper arm, I furrowed my brows. “No, there's now way, the plane is too loud.” Tossing the rubber into the trash, I straightened my shirt.

Agreeing, Kinsley eyed the door handle. “You can open it, just in case. Let the plane cops tackle you first.” Giggling, she smiled.

Taking in a deep breath of air, I gripped the handle and slowly pulled it open. Glancing around, everything seemed to be the same as it was when we went in. Turning over my shoulder, I said, “Clear,” and stepped into the aisle.

But then it happened.

Not one set of eyes, not two sets of eyes... Every single set of eyes, except for the few children on board, all quietly fell over us. Kinsley emerged behind me, her eyes falling to the floor immediately as she grabbed my hand.

No one said a word, no one made a face, they all just stared.

I wasn't typically someone who felt nervous, or anxious, but the amount of eyes that peered our way was unsettling.

But I did what I do best.

My back snapped straight, head pushed high, and I guided us back to our seats.

Screw those people.

Like they wouldn't do it if they had the chance...

The pilot's voice crackled through the speaker, announcing our decent. My rapidly pulsing heart started to slow, calming and relaxing knowing we'd be on the ground in a few minutes.

And that we would soon be away from the uncomfortable stares.

Then the real excitement could begin. Finding out about my parents, meeting my sister, learning about where I came from, and who I was. It was crazy to think that I could have my answers, that all the wondering and curiosity would be able to rest.

I was going to finally meet the family I always dreamed about.

Walking down the air bridge, I stepped into the terminal. Scanning the faces that stood waiting, I didn't recognize anyone.

A sliver of disappointment raked my spine. “I don't see her,” I said to Kinsley, eyes darting around looking for my sister.

I had this unrealistic gut instinct that I would recognize her immediately. I mean how do you not spot your own blood?

“You don't even know what she looks like, how could you ever pick her out in a crowd.”

Shrugging, I tugged the strap on my small bag up my shoulder. “I don't know, I thought we'd look alike I guess.”

“Layne, genetics can be funny. Trust me, you never know what someone will look like. I always thought Fay would look like a perfect mix of Max and myself, turned out she looks a lot more like him.”

Throwing an arm over her shoulder, I kissed her cheek. “She has a lot of you in her too, looks and more.”

“Yeah, maybe, but I just see him.”

“You see him because that's all you want to see. Look at Fay again, but look closer. You'll see more of you than you realize.”

I knew that it was hard for Kinsley to lose her husband. The thought of me losing her, now that I have her, made my heart cringe, so I couldn't even imagine the pain she went through. She spent so long looking for him that she can't see anything else in her daughter.

Max was her first love, but he wouldn't be her last. Her heart would always have a spot made for him, but the rest was mine.

I planned on being the only other love for the rest of her life. And no matter what she thinks, her heart has room for both of us.

Glancing around, I ran my eyes over every single person. I was positive that my sister was here, she had promised to meet me at the airport. It was just a matter of finding her in a sea of faces.

Then it happened. I spotted a woman leaning against a pillar. She looked older than I expected, closer to my age. Her eyes were huge and red like she had been crying, the base of her lids were puffed up, dark circles enhanced the skin's color from a soft beige to light purple.