“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come.” Fallon’s voice was so low, I could barely hear him over the sounds coming from the speakers.
With a few more pumps, I shot my load all over his hand. From the corner of my eye, I could see the glow from the screen lighting up his face as he smiled brightly, clearly pleased with himself.
Grabbing the pile of napkins I’d gotten from the concession stand, I handed him a few while I used the rest to wipe up. Instead of cleaning his hands right away, he stuck a finger into his mouth and made a show of licking all traces of my cum away.
Damn. So fucking hot.
“I can’t wait to get back to your place, where I can have my way with you,” I said quietly enough so only he could hear me.
“Looking forward to it.”
17
FALLON
When I’d turned twenty-one,a few college buddies, including Tyler, and I had spent the weekend getting shitfaced and gambling in Atlantic City. We partied at the pool during the day, and at night we hit up every club and casino we could. We got little sleep, and it was one of the best times I’d had in my life. I knew I had to take Tyler back for his bachelor party.
While we waited on the tarmac, I pulled out the prepaid phone and sent Rhett a text:
Think the others will notice if we both slip into the bathroom when we’re in the air?
Want to join the Mile High Club?
Join? What if I’m already a member?
Rhett’s gaze quickly cut to me from where he sat at the front of the private jet across the aisle from Agent Shea. Their seats faced the back of the plane with two empty seats turned forward in front of them. I was on one of the couches, and Tyler was on the other across from me. When my eyes turned to my friend briefly, he cocked his head slightly. My breath hitched.Shit.
Are you?
No, but it would be fun
It would, but yes they would notice given there’s only four of us on board right now
So far, Tyler thought we were waiting for the pilot and crew to get us going, but little did he know, his brothers were flying into Boston and meeting us at the small regional airport. They had flown in from LA, and I’d had a car service pick them up at Logan International to meet us on the tarmac. I eyed my friend again, and he gave me a look with a raised brow that I took to mean he knew Rhett and I were messing around. His text on my regular cell confirmed it when I slid it from my pocket.
You either have it bad for your bodyguard or you two are doing more than keeping it professional
I typed out a quick reply:
What makes you say that?
You’re texting and keep looking at him. Doesn’t take a genius to figure it out
Don’t say anything. He could get fired
I’m not going to say anything but you’re messing around with him?
We’re dating
Tyler snorted a laugh, and I glanced to the front to see both Rhett and Agent Shea looking at us. Tyler texted:
Fallon Donnelley is dating?
Shut up! But seriously don’t say anything
I won’t. You kept my secret about Hayden
Thank you
