Back to Seattle...

DREW

Man, I’ve never wanted to be a sperm whale so much in my entire life. I saw a documentary once that said those fuckers could hold their breath for like, ninety minutes. The film didn’t explain why they’re called sperm whales so I had to google that shit because I was way too curious. Apparently, it’s a shortened version of spermaceti whale. The spermaceti is an organ that’s unique to the breed, and it secretes a white substance that whalers mistook for jizz. So in actuality, a sperm whale is in fact, named after baby batter. Now you know.

Why the fuck am I blabbering about marine mammals, you ask?

Because Charlee is sitting right next to me on the ride home. And I may not remember everything that happened last night, but my body sure does. More specifically my dick, who’s begging for a repeat as I breathe in her sugary smell. Hence, why being able to hold my breath for an extended period of time would be helpful right about now.

I always pay extra for an emergency row since I literally couldn’t fit into a regular seat. Not without eating my knees the entire flight, anyway. Charlee’s fun-sized so she definitely doesn’t need the space, but apparently our flight was overbooked so she volunteered to switch seats. Pretty big coincidence that the seat next to mine was the only spot left, don’t you think? Oh, and to make matters worse, Brody and Rainey are only two rows behind us. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear someone was fucking with me.

Charlee nudges me with her elbow. “Hey, look at this,” she says in a hushed voice. “From what I’ve been reading, this is much easier than trying to do it back home.”

She has a website pulled up on her iPad from a quickie annulment place. It says that you can fill out the forms online, print them, and they’ll file everything on your behalf once they receive the signed documents. It seems a little too simple, but then again, I’m sure they do this pretty often.

I hand the tablet back to her. “Looks good to me.”

Charlee places her cell in my hand. “Program your number into my phone so we can make arrangements to get together and fill these out.”

As I plug my info into her contacts, I think to myself how ridiculous it is that my wife and I don’t have each other’s phone numbers. I hand her my phone so I can have her number in return. Our fingers touch when I pass it over and I have to stifle a groan at the memory it produces. Charlee was on all fours, screaming my name, with sweat slicking her back. Her perfect heart-shaped ass was in my hands while I pounded into her from behind. To make it even more fuck-tastic, we were facing a mirror so I had an unobstructed view of every glorious inch of her naked body. 

Fuuuuuck.

My dick is getting hard again and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I fold my hands over my lap, hopefully making it less obvious to the people sitting across from us. This is the first flash I’ve had of anything sexual from last night and it’s even hotter than I could’ve imagined.

Charlee taps my elbow. “What’s wrong?”

Shit, I must’ve groaned again if she’s asking that.

I nod toward my dick. “I just had a memory.”

She eyeballs my crotch and fights back a laugh. “Ah. Clearly it was a naked memory.”

I squeeze my eyes shut but quickly open them when that makes the images even more vivid.

“Do you remember anything else yet?” I whisper. “Any...naked memories?”

Charlee scrunches her nose. “No...but I may have taken a quick peek under the sheets this morning.”

I laugh. I don’t know why I’m surprised by her candor at this point but she caught me off guard. “Oh yeah? Like what you saw?”

Her lip twitches. “Maybe.”

Goddammit, the challenge in her tone makes me want to drag her into the bathroom and drop my pants just to see her reaction. Not to be cocky—pun intended—but I know I’m packing. I’m six-five. That fact alone pretty much guarantees that I’d be above average, but let’s just say that when God was handing out dicks, he was really generous with me.

“Don’t test me, Charlee,” I grumble.

She discreetly runs her finger over my thigh. “Why not, Drew? Are you going to spank me for being so naughty?”

I give her my best stink eye. “You’re not exactly making the situation better with comments like that.”

She pouts mockingly. “Oh, poor baby. Do you want me to kiss it and make it feel better?”

Aaaaaannd here comes another memory. This one has her pouty red lips wrapped around my dick.

I widen my eyes. “Are you trying to get caught?”

She laughs. “Nah, I’m just fucking with you.”

Jesus Christ, this woman.

“Now who’s the one not taking this seriously?”

She give me an oh, please gesture. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood, Drew. Trust me, I take it plenty seriously.” She eyes me with interest. “But I won’t pretend that I wouldn’t like a repeat of last night so I could actually remember why my puss-ay feels so bruised.”

Charlotte Harris is going to be the death of me. Mark my words.

“Can we table this conversation until after we get home?” I sigh. “Blue balls aren’t exactly comfortable and I’m tired of whispering.”

Charlee smirks. “Sure, Drew. We can talk about it later.”

“On that note...” I put my earbuds in. “I’m going to try getting some sleep. I’m pretty sure neither one of us got much shut-eye last night.” Plus sleeping is likely the only way I can get my boner to go down while Charlee is so close to me.

As I hit the play button on my relaxation playlist and close my eyes, I will myself to fall asleep fast. Otherwise, at the rate I’m going, I’ll be facing indecent exposure charges when I get off this plane.