“You better stay quiet,” I warn.
She forces a lazy smile, but then her brow furrows and her mouth pops open and I know a moan is about to spill out intothis quiet plane. I smash my mouth to hers as she comes against my fingers, a broken, desperate moan being smothered by my kiss. My tongue slides into her mouth, and she rides my hand as I force her downward to keep her in her seat.
When she relaxes, I slowly withdraw my hand. Her fingers glide along my arm as I do. She looks up at me, a bit afraid of what she’ll see. She is right to be. I’m already scowling at her, my dick aching and my heart slamming against my chest.
She smiles gently, satiated and tired, like that was a fucking normal thing for us to do.
Unbelievable.
“I might hold that one against you. That shit was too close to comfort,” I mutter.
She relaxes against my arm. “They can’t see us.”
“Not the point.” There’s a whole fucking plane that could have.
“I needed it,” she whispers, searching my eyes. “Badly, Boston.”
My eyes drop to her mouth and she notices. Her smile grows.
“End of the sentence.”
“Start of the story,” she counters quickly.
I sigh, shaking my head. My fingers are warm and probably smell like her now. My cock is rock hard in my pants. This is a waking nightmare that there is no escaping. Everytime I think I’m in the clear, she prances back into the picture with a smile made of trouble.
Her eyes dart down to my lap.
“Want me to?—?”
“No,” I snap. “No. I’m going to suffer for my behaviour.”
She snorts a laugh, nuzzling into my arm, and wraps her hands around my bicep to get comfortable. “It won’t happen again. I promise.”
“Don’t feel bad,” I murmur with a sigh. “I’ll get off for the next year from the memory of it.”
She gasps. “Boston Black, stop flirting with me.”
I shake my head, running a hand over my face, trying my hardest not to smile.
When Forker finally wakes up and glances over his headrest, Ari is fast asleep, facing away from me. I meet his eyes, her fingers still warm against my arm.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
ariana
We had multiple flights,and unfortunately, I didn’t get to sit next to Boston again. I couldn’t try, anyway, not after the lecture my brother gave me about boundaries, and about being admitted to the hospital for a scan of my head after that ‘stunt,’ as he called it. Boston just smiled lazily, like we didn’t just hook up at the back of a plane.
We went our separate ways once we landed back home. Carter and Arden both gave him a hug goodbye, so I followed suit. It would have been weirder if I didn’t, right? That’s how I justified my need for one last touch. One last moment before we shut this book that he keeps going on about.
He draped one arm around my shoulders, and I awkwardly patted him on the back. I went one way, he went the other. When I glanced back to watch him leave, he was already looking back over his shoulder.
Thrilled, I blew him a kiss as inconspicuously as I could.
He shook his head, blew a pink bubble, and raised his hand to catch it. He finally turned away, putting my kiss in his pocket for later.
Life has unfortunately been very absent of Boston Black since then. Carter hangs out with him all the time, but it’s never at the condo, so I don’t get the privilege of seeing him. Arden and I work meticulously on my applications to different jobs. I avoid calls from my dad, and I think about Boston to the point where I agree to five different dates this week. I will not allow myself to obsess over a man that I can never have, and who I don’t want to keep.
I date losers. He isn’t one of those.
