Page 56 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

“That’d be great, thanks.”

The two of them nodded, and then disappeared into the cockpit. Cross headed down the middle aisle, and was at the back of the plane in less than a minute. He found the door was closed, but a single knock granted him entrance.

Cross barely got the door closed before Catherine was on him. Her kiss slammed against his mouth, and seared him into nothing but ashes from the inside out. His hands found soft skin—she’d apparently gotten that dress off all by herself, but he had no idea how.

“Let’s just get these off,” his wife said.

Her quick hands had his pants undone, and shoved down in a couple of seconds, and a single breath. Her fingers circled his length, and stroked him hard with tight palms. He hardened under her touch in no time at all.

“Jesus Christ,” he grunted.

Catherine’s sly grin clouded his vision before she was gone. Dropping to her knees, he’d barely blinked before her mouth found his cock. She took every inch of him between those silken lips, sucked him all the way back to her throat, and practically grabbed the fucking air right out of his chest.

Her tongue swirled, stroked, and teased. Those teeth of hers dragged gently enough to make his nerves snap.

Jesus.

Fuck him if he didn’t love the way Catherine sucked him off. He adored the way she looked on her knees, taking his cock like it was her favorite thing to do. Those green eyes of hers watering every time she took just a little too much of him in.

But hell, if that was the game she wanted to play …

Cross let Catherine tease him for a short while, but soon, he was wanting something else a hell of a lot more. Yanking her up from floor, he spun his already naked wife around, and bent her over the bed.

Shit.

He reminded himself to thank Zeke and Wolf for the gift of the private jet. Particularly, a jet with a bed and room.

Catherine’s laughter came out breathless and spun as Cross’s hands dragged up her spine. He tugged the silk tie from around his neck, and used it to bind her hands at her back. Over her shoulder, Catherine tossed him one of her sweet winks, and then another sly grin.

“Maybe we should wait a bit,” she told him. “Another, what, hour? Yeah, an hour and we’ll be up in the air. Join the mile high club and all that.”

Cross didn’t fucking think so.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, “we’ll have another go.”

But for now …

He fitted himself behind Catherine, slid the head of his cock through her slick folds, and took her in one thrust. The force put her up on her toes, and she let out a satisfied hiss.

The sound rocked him.

Pleased him.

Drove him fucking crazy.

He pulled out, and slammed right back inside of her pussy again just to hear her make that sound one more time. She did, and her fingernails dragged red lines across his hands. He was still holding onto the hands he had tied at her back, after all.

Cross didn’t even mind the marks.

He loved the sting.

It felt kind of appropriate, really.

This woman had left marks all over him.

All throughout their life.

Their love kind of stung, too.