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He senses my need. “Come here, baby.”
“You always know what I need.” He grabs my hips, lifting me up on the counter until my bare ass is resting against the cold marble. I wrap my arms around his neck, linking my legs around his waist.
My pussy is so wet, his cock presses into me easily, my muscles stretching to welcome him. I moan, my head lolling back as he takes me. He kisses my cheeks, my lips, pulling away every so often to watch me from the back in the mirror as he fucks me. I was already so turned on, I come hard and fast; having had the plug in my ass all day was like foreplay. He comes right after me, filling me with his hot cum.
We take a quick shower and dress in clean clothes chosen from our luggage. There’s a sleek black Mercedes SUV that waits for us at the curb. It takes us to the Bachmans’ private tarmac at a nearby airport. I step onto the jet, still awestruck by the fact that I'm on the family's very own plane. I've never seen anything like it before.
Every detail is perfect, from the plush seats to the immaculately dressed stewards ready to serve us. It's a far cry from the cramped commercial flight I once took with my father.
I've truly entered a whole new world.
The seats are soft and welcoming, the leather not cold but rather, the perfect temperature for a comfortable ride. "Are these heated?"
"Yup," he says, resting the back of his head on the headrest and closing his eyes. “Sorry, but these damn seats always knock me out. You care if I snooze a bit?”
“No. Please. Go right ahead.” I can use a moment of quiet to process this trip. As I settle into my seat, I scan the cabin. I'm way too keyed up to rest. I'm going to Greece! I've never left the country, barely having left the state of New York.
Everyone here seems at ease, as if this is a perfectly ordinary way to get to our destination. And yet, for me, this is an experience I could have only dreamed of.
Before him, that is. With him? Seems like everything is possible. Even getting rid of crazy ex-boyfriends. My stomach turns, going queasy at the thought of what’s to happen to Trevor, the reason for this trip.
I push it away. There’s nothing I can do about it at the moment. Beckett is right; as long as Trevor’s alive, I’ll never, ever be able to stop looking over my shoulder. Still, I hate the thought of death, violence.
I can’t let worry for Trevor ruin this moment.
I mean, who gets to fly on a private jet to Greece, with a man who wants to keep them safe and give them the world?
I sneak a glance at Beckett’s handsome face as he rests beside me. God. He's just gorgeous. And he's so into... me? How is this possible? The man has the world at his fingertips. He could have his pick of any woman in this city, in the world, really.
What does he see in me?
My thoughts turn in another direction as the engines whir to life. Having only been on a plane once before, I'm a bit nervous. As the jet begins to move, I look out the window, watching their private tarmac pass underneath us.
The world below us grows smaller and smaller. With Beckett resting beside me, I feel safe. I sink deeper into my chair, letting my arm rest comfortably against his stronger one.
In this moment, I feel a rush of joy. I'm a part of something extraordinary. I'm starting to feel… a little bit like…
I belong here.
Like, I belong…
To him.
Fear creeps up the center of my body, cold and hot and thick with dread. What am I doing? Jumping out of the arms of one violent, possessive man straight into the arms of another? Only this man is not only bigger and stronger than Trevor, but way more powerful.
I should write off men forever. Or find a good boy. A nice boy. One that doesn’t pull my hair and smack my ass. God, I love it when Beckett does that…
I’m so confused. I snuggle close into Beckett’s side. Feeling my heat, he gives a satisfied murmur. Is he awake?
I whisper his name to see. “Beckett?”
He doesn’t answer me. He’s asleep. Still, in his slumbering state, he wraps an arm around my shoulders. Pulls me in tight. Kisses the top of my head. Murmurs to me.
“Come here, babygirl.”
Wait. He’s fast asleep. I know I’m the only woman he’s brought home to the Village, but that doesn’t mean I’m the only woman he thinks about. He’s had others. Probably prettier, smarter, sexier women than me.
He could be dreaming of his own ex. “You do know who this is, right?”
