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Two days later…
I’m a ball of freaking nerves as Vin and I board the plane. He booked us first class tickets. We couldn’t leave straight away as he said he had to ship the gear he would need to take out his father and Pauly privately. I have no idea what that means and I honestly didn’t care. I was saddened to leave our little hut. I never thought I would say this but I loved being out in the jungle with no noise or people around, just me and Vin out there alone with nothing but each other’s company. I made Vin promise that he would bring me back to our hut. He swore that he would. I know he hates the city and I have to admit I’m not looking forward to going back to all the hustle and bustle. I’m excited as hell to see my family but scared at the same time. Bishop and King are going to lose their shit. Vin said to use my real passport because he and I both know Luka will be hacking the video feeds at JFK.
I claim my seat as Vin places our bags in the overhead compartment. Our seats are next to each other but we are not close, it’s like we have our own little cubicles. Our seats stretch out to make a bed, even doors we can close for privacy. Vin drops into his seat and shoots me a wink before buckling up. I grab my phone and check it for the hundredth time, I have so many missed messages from Kiara but after a while I stopped replying. I didn’t need to check in, I’m a grown ass woman and can live my own life. Vin and I haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other since Knight called, were both avoiding addressing the problem. We have no idea at the end of this if we will be together or if the man I have fallen in love with will die at the hands of my family. The thought alone has tears springing to my eyes. I can’t lose Vin, he has helped me more than anyone. He has made me see I am beautiful, I’m not damaged or broken. He’s made me a sex crazed woman. I hated the thought of sex until Vin, now I’m the one that is jumping him any chance I can get. I love the feeling of having him inside me.
Fuck, I’m wet just thinking about him inside me. I wait for the plane to take off, then unbuckle my seatbelt. I turn to Vin and reach over to push the lid of his laptop closed. He looks to me in confusion as I slink back into my seat and slowly recline my chair so it’s now the size of a small single bed. His gaze remains on me the whole time, still not getting what I’m selling so I pop the button on my jeans and hold his stare as I mouth the words,I need you.
Vin is out of his seat and jumping into my little cubicle. He pushes the button to close the door, then he’s unbuckling his jeans as I’m pushing mine down. When my jeans hit the floor, he reaches down, grips my soaked yellow thong, brings it to his nose and inhales. The sight of him sniffing my thong has me clenching my thighs closed to try and dull the ache.
“Fuck, your pussy smells so good, Gucci.” I open my legs to bare my dripping wet cunt to him, making him dart his tongue out, moistening his lips.
“I taste even better, big man.” He doesn’t need to be told twice. He rids himself of his shirt, chucks it at me then lowers to his knees.
“Bite down on that and don’t make a fucking sound or you don’t come.” I nod my head eagerly and do as he says balling the shirt up and shoving it in my mouth as he dips his head between my legs and fucking feasts on my pussy like a starved man. Vin is not a selfish lover, he loves to get me off before himself and makes sure each time we have sex that I am always the first to come. He sucks my clit into his mouth and I bite down on the shirt to keep myself from screaming out. I don’t know why I thought I could be quiet, I’m never quiet when it comes to Vin ravishing my body.
“Hmmm,” I moan into the shirt trying so fucking hard to be quiet, but it’s hard when he is making me see stars. I thrust my hips up grind my pussy against his face. He grips my ass cheeks and holds me in place as he continues to suck and lick the fuck out of my pussy. I reach down and lift my shirt, pull the cups of my bra down and twirl my nipples making me arch my back. I feel my pending orgasm cresting and grind against his face faster chasing it. Right as I’m about to shatter, he stops. I spit the shirt out of my mouth and glare at him as he slowly climbs to his feet. “What the hell?” I whisper shout. He smirks down at me before nestling himself between my legs, lining his cock up with my entrance as he speaks.
“You’re going to be coming on my cock, not my face. Now keep fucking quiet or you’ll be sucking me off and remain on edge for the rest of the flight.” I balk at him. He cannot be fucking serious? Before I can ask, he clamps a hand over my mouth and slams inside me. I cry out, his hand only muffles my sounds slightly. If someone were to walk past, they would know exactly what we are doing in here and I can’t find it within myself to care. I need Vin to make me come. I need this orgasm to help relieve the stress of seeing my family again for the first time in months. He bends down and sucks the flesh of my neck into his mouth. I fucking love when he does this. He groans as my pussy clenches his cock, my orgasm is right there. He replaces his hand with his mouth and swallows my cries as I come all over his cock like he wanted. His pace doesn’t slow, it picks up as he chases his own release and moans into my mouth as he comes deep inside me.
We both lay here panting with his head buried in the crook of my neck, our bodies are slick with sweat and I know my hair must be a mess but I don’t care. I needed that. Vin rests up on his elbows and peers down at me with a lazy smile on his handsome face. Vincent has no idea how devastatingly handsome he is.
“I love you,” I blurt out. He freezes above me and his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me fucking whole, I’m such an idiot for saying that out loud. Tears build behind my eyes as shame washes over me. I turn my head unable to look at him and know he doesn’t feel the same way about me. The first tear falls as he cups my cheek gently and turns me back to face him. I slam my eyes closed not wanting to look at him as he tells me he doesn’t feel the way I feel.
“Open your eyes, Gucci.” I shake my head. “Baby, my cock is still inside you.” The reminder of that has me snapping my eyes open and glaring up at him.
“Get the fuck out of me!” I grit out through clenched teeth. A cunning smirk crosses his face.
“Never.”
“I don’t want you.”
“Don’t lie, you want me more than you want to breathe and I want you just as much.” I scoff.
“You’re so full of shit, that’s why your eyes are brown.” His eyes harden as he leans down until our foreheads touch. The intensity of his gaze sears me and it fucking hurts. I want him to want me.
“I love you too, Carlina. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be on this fucking plane right now with you joining the mile high club.” My mouth drops open, taken back by his words.
“But you didn’t say it before,” I whisper.
“Because you shocked the hell out of me. I mean come on, Gucci, look at you. You’re the definition of beauty personified and then look at me… I’m nothing.”
“I am looking at you, Vincent, and if you can’t see what I see, then something is wrong with you.”
“A girl like you shouldn’t love a guy like me, Gucci. You’re fine wine, silk and perfection. I’m me. I live in the jungle and have a small hut. I don’t have a mansion and flashy cars. I’m a simple guy––” I silence him by kissing him, pouring all the love I feel for him into this kiss. He needs to know I don’t care about any of that stuff, all I want ishim.
Vincent
By the time we land at least four hostesses glare at us as we exit the plane. Yeah, they all knew we were fucking the whole way. I wrap my arm around my girl and pull her into my side as we walk to baggage claim. It feels fucking amazing to know she loves me and doesn’t give a fuck about what I drive or where I live. I never thought the day would come where a woman would capture my attention and have no judgment toward my lifestyle choices.
There are cameras everywhere through here and I know it is merely a matter of time before her brother is alerted. I have no doubt he will be tracking us through the live video feed, I’m actually counting on it. I have a plan in place and it ensures that I’m not ambushed by her family. I may love her, but I won’t take any unmercenary risks where her safety is concerned. My Gucci is a spit fire and if a gun is pointed at me, I have no fucking doubt she would stand in the line of fire and take the shot for me. If that were to happen, no one would survive my fucking wrath.
“Are you sure this plan is going to work?” The hesitation in her voice is clear, she loves me but she is still loyal to her family and I can respect that.
“It will work, give it two days tops and they will find us. Bishop thinks you are flying in on Saturday, we have two days to set up and be ready for when they come.” I’m fucking certain of that. I know Bishop has been trying to track us and find any way he can to bring her home. Excitement thrums through me knowing in a matter of a couple days I will finally come face to face with the fucker that had a hand in selling my sister. No one here in the US, aside from Marco, knows I’m alive. I’m sure when her family runs my face through facial recognition software they are going to lose their fucking minds and I can’t wait for the fallout.
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Two Days….
