After Max interrupted us, I turned and left. It hurt to leave her like that. I could see the need in her body. It made me wonder if she was wet for me and what she would taste like.
She’s meant to be mine and in the next few days, she will be.
I make my way back to my seat, buckle in, and fire up my laptop. The more work I get done now the better it will be when we land in South Carolina. The meeting I have with Jake will only solidify that I’m doing the right thing.
I pore over the emails that never seem to leave my inbox, look at the meetings that are scheduled, and sigh out loud. I have an assistant for a lot of these things, but it doesn’t seem to be enough.
What seems like hours later, but is only minutes from looking at my laptop, I tip my head back and rest my eyes.
My thoughts immediately go back to Kendall. I imagine her being mine for what seems like the thousandth time over the past three months.
What will she look like writhing in bed as I lick and suck my way down her body? Starting with her lips, grazing her neck, down to her nipples that I can’t wait to see what color they are, down to her pussy. Does she shave, does she have a small thatch of hair? I want to know and see it all.
I continue dreaming about Kendall and all the things I want to do to her for the duration of our flight. It’s only when my shoulder is being tapped that I realize I dozed off during my dream. Shit, I hope I’m not waking up with a boner I can’t hide.
I look up and see the woman of my dreams. Quite fucking literally.
“Hey, Declan. We’re preparing to land,” she says in a hushed tone.
“Thank you, Kendall,” I reply back. I look down in my lap where her gaze thankfully hasn’t been and see the hard on that’s tenting my pants.
She turns to leave, and I watch her, her perfect heart shaped ass is meant for me to grab onto as I take her from behind. Yeah, this isn’t doing anything to help my poor cock.
Chapter Four
Kendall
“On a first name basis now, are we?” Max questions.
“He asked me to call him Declan. What else am I supposed to do?” I volley back at him. He’s standing with his hand on his hip, his sandy blonde hair is styled in a sleek style. Not one lock is out of place and his eyes are shining with mirth.
“Doll, you call him whatever he wants you to. Especially in bed,” he winks and saunters off. I shake my head and try not to laugh. It’s hard when he’s a diva of his own making.
After everyone exits the jet, Max and I clean up the cabin before heading out ourselves.
Myrtle Beach is calling my name. I want the sand and sun on my body and to soak it all up.
Sure, we have beaches in Michigan, but not as close as I’d love them to be. The smell of the ocean, it calls to me. If I ever buy a place of my own, a beach house is where you can find me.
We head off of the jet twenty minutes later and place our order for an Uber driver to pick us up to take Max and I to our hotel room. We found a decent rate at a local resort.
I live at home with my mom. She’s been single for as long as I can remember. My father left when I was eight years old and now at the age of twenty-two, I still haven’t seen or heard from him. The day he left, I sat on our front porch with tears in my eyes as he left and never looked back. My eight-year-old self was devastated, but my twenty-two-year-old self now sees how amazing and strong my mom is.
So yes, at this age I still live at home. I was going to move out last year, but mom made a valid point. Why waste money when you aren’t even home five days out of the seven? Instead, I help her out with the utilities, so she doesn’t have to work so hard. She’s even dating now, and she looks damn good if I do say so myself. I only hope I look half as good as she does at her age. I’m glad she’s out dating and living the life she couldn’t when she was younger.
I look outside the window in the car we hired and see the shoreline. It’s magical, the roll of the waves as they never stop. It could be a beautiful clear day or a storm rolling out in the distance and they’d still crash against the sand. It’s a timeless tranquility.