Mandy

As soon as we board the jet, Trey heads right to the back, grabs a seat and gets on his phone. He mentioned that he wants to talk to Jürgen and Jake to make sure they were both onboard with our newly devised plan. It gives me a chance to call my parents and let them know that I am coming home for a visit. I need to get something that resembles documentation from my father, as well as spend some quality time with Mom. Maybe I’ll take her out for a special day trip.

“Mandy, how are you? Is everything okay?” Dad asks after answering Mom’s phone.

“I’m good. I’m coming home for a few days before I go back to California,” I inform him.

“Really? What prompted this?” he asks nervously.

Even though I wanted to let him have both barrels, I manage to keep my cool. “I just want to spend some time with Mom. I have been feeling bad about not being home for so long.”

“Oh, yes, she would definitely enjoy seeing you. When will you get here?” he asks, sounding relieved after hearing my agenda.

“I’m going to try get there by early tomorrow afternoon,” I reply, hopeful that I’m able to secure a flight. “I’ll rent a car at the airport so you don’t have to worry about picking me up.”

“Actually, you and I should have a little talk before you see your mother,” he says in a more somber tone. “Just let me know where to pick you up.”

“Okay,” I reply, suddenly feeling butterflies in my stomach. “Is she okay?”

“She’s stable,” he says unconvincingly. “But I just don’t want you to be shocked by her appearance.”

“Okay, I’ll call you once I know my flight information. Bye Dad.” My heart sinks as I hang up the phone and begin thinking about her. Now I really regret not visiting since last Christmas, it’s just been so busy with the new job and all. A tear rolls down my cheek and I begin reflecting on the good times I had with her right after moving to Tennessee. We would go out exploring almost every afternoon because she was trying to distract me from being so homesick.

“What’s wrong?” Trey asks after seeing my tear stained face.

“Mom isn’t doing very well. I’m a little nervous about seeing her tomorrow. Tickets are only about a thousand bucks if I can fly out at six am tomorrow morning, the later ones are quite a bit more,” I tell him while scrolling through the available flights on my phone.

“I have a better app for that.” He pulls out his phone and gives me a wink. “How close are you to the Tullahoma airport?”

“About a ten minute drive, why?”

“Because they have a fifty five hundred foot runway, so you can take a Citation X. You can go tonight if you want,” he offers. “Do you want me to reserve one?”

“How much does that cost?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says with a look of disgust crossing his face. “You are doing to do me a huge favor, so the least I can do is make sure you have a decent flight.”

“Wow, thank you. If I leave tonight it will give me a little more time with Mom too.” I lean over, giving him a kiss.

“There is only one Citation available at LaGuardia this evening so I’m going to grab it for you.” He clicks a few buttons on his phone. “After we land I’ll make sure you get boarded and headed for home. Do you need a car in Tennessee?”

“No, Dad wants to pick me up.” As if I wasn’t hot enough already, my passion begins to boil over as I watch him arranging the details of my trip. “Did you get everything squared away with Jürgen and Jake?” I ask, trying to distract my mind away from sex for a moment.

“I think so, Jürgen totally gets it. Jake was acting kind of weird, but said he would go along with the story if he ever gets questioned about it. It probably won’t be an issue anyway.”

“So can you control the security cameras and lights on this plane?” My mind goes right back to thoughts of being with him. “I have been thinking about being with you since the moment we got those test results.” I lean into him, unable to keep my hands to myself for another second.

“Way ahead of you, darling. I got the passcode when I booked the flight. Shades down, lights dimmed and cabin security cameras disabled,” he says as he transforms the cabin into a much sexier environment. “There is even a small bed in the back of this one,” he adds, while Borns Electric Love begins to play.

“Then why aren’t we already back there?” I rise from my seat and push into him.

“We should probably wait until we are at cruising altitude,” he says, as if I care whether or not we hit a little turbulence.

“We’ll take it slow until we get the all clear from the Captain,” I mutter as I begin to unbutton his shirt, one slow, teasing button at a time. “I’ll bet we are at altitude by the time I finish undressing you.”

“Just remember, two can play this game,” he reminds me. “It’s one of my favorites.” He flashes me a seductive smile and slides his hands along my curves.

“God, you make me hot.” I trail my fingernails down his chest and bring them to rest on his belt buckle. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” I twist the buckle to release its hold and pull it from the belt loops. On cue I am greeted by the unwelcome sound of Vanessa’s ringtone. Please ignore it.

“How are things going?” he asks, immediately picking up the call. The expression on his face turns grim. “Well at least it shows brain activity,” he replies in a hopeful tone. He nods and continues to listen intently but I can’t hear what Vanessa is saying. “Doctors don’t always know, Vanessa. He could still come out of this just fine.” He turns and walks toward the front of the plane, obviously wanting a little privacy.

I can no longer hear what he is saying, but he is showing all the signs of distress. He’s pacing nervously back and forth while running his fingers though his hair. Whatever she is saying is not something he wants to hear. He stops in mid-stride and drops his head, so now he is staring at the floor. He continues to listen and Vanessa seems to be doing most of the talking. I’m pretty sure she just sucked the fun out of this flight. I decide that I might as well take a seat and make myself comfortable. I guess I’ll have plenty of time for a long nap.

Trey

I’m not sure what Vanessa expects from me. For the first time in over ten years I’ve managed to push her from my mind and move on. Now she’s acting as if she has been pining for me the whole time I was gone. I know damn well that is not the case. I don’t believe for a minute that she has felt the same emptiness that I have lived with for all of these years. Why wouldn’t she have talked to me about it? Then it occurs to me that maybe she didn’t want to hurt Tyler any more than I did. Have we both been concealing our feelings for his sake? It’s all too much to think about at the moment. I am already emotionally exhausted, so I really don’t need any more of this.

“I’m sorry, I had to take that,” I tell Mandy as I slip into the seat next to her. “Tyler hasn’t shown any sign of coming out of the coma, but the EEG showed that he still has brain activity.”

“Well, that’s a good sign,” Mandy replies, giving me a subdued smile.

“Yeah, he’ll come out of it.” I recline my chair to match the angle of Mandy’s.

“And if he doesn’t, then Vanessa is making sure that you are next in line?” Mandy’s expression suddenly turns serious.

“She’s just freaking out right now. She chose him, she’s pregnant with his kid and Tyler is going to come out of this,” I assure her. “Besides, you make me happier than anyone I have ever met in my whole life.”

“You make me happy too,” she replies with a guarded look in her eyes. “I just get a sick feeling every time she calls you. I know you still love her.”

“But, I’m trying to move past that,” I tell her honestly. “I’ve had enough heartache for one lifetime. Her and I are just not meant to be together.”

“I’m not an expert on love, but I do know that if you love someone it’s almost impossible to stop loving them… even if you want to.” Her eyes fall to my lap as she reaches for my hand. “I just want you to be honest with me, don’t string me along.”

My heart simply aches at her words. I really don’t want to hurt Mandy, but of course I still have feelings for Vanessa. I want her to be okay, to have a good life, but I don’t think I will be the one to give it to her. “I won’t string you along.” I lift Mandy’s hand to my mouth and give it a tender kiss before leaning back and closing my eyes. I’ve never been good at handling all this emotional shit… I just want to get past it.

Mandy

The fact that Vanessa was able to completely take the wind out of Trey’s sails is enough to make me want to cry. Before her call, he couldn’t keep his hands off of me and now I end up settling for a kiss on the top of my hand. I feel completely dejected as I stare at the ceiling wondering where the hell this relationship is going. We just went through twenty-four hours of torment confirming that we can indeed date each other and now it feels as if there is still a possibility that it could all slip away. Maybe I’m just over-tired, but I seriously feel like I could cry right now.

I close my eyes and begin to reflect on the past. I have never had the kind of relationship where I am so obsessed with someone that I simply can’t keep my hands off of him. I knew it was all too good to be true, because that is exactly how I was beginning to feel about Trey. Half an hour ago we could barely restrain ourselves, but now I’m sitting here fretting and he is apparently more interested in sleeping than being with me.

My thoughts take another sudden turn as I begin thinking about where I was before our little adventure began. I was a desperate, lonely soul whose only driving force was seeking revenge on behalf of my father. I cringe at the thought of my SEC job back in the valley. I don’t want to work for Harris anymore. I know he is going to simply find a new target to harass and I don’t want to spend my life trying to tear other people down, regardless of how much money they have made or how they made it.

I don’t want to go back dammit! I think back to the other day when I told myself that if Vanessa thought she could steal Trey back she was in for a fight… I’m going to give her one hell of a fight. I glance over at Trey and think about how it feels to have those strong hands of his on my body. I lean in and get a faint whiff of his cologne, before whispering, “I still want to pick up where we left off earlier.”

A smirk spreads across Trey’s lips and he cracks one eyelid open. “You must have read my mind.” He nods toward the full-fledged bulge that is straining against his pants.

“Hmmm, I thought you had lost interest.” I run my fingers along his zipper and smile at the fact that he is definitely getting hard.

Trey looks at me with the most soulful eyes I have ever witnessed in person. “You really do rock my world,” he says leaning in and taking my lips in his for a kiss that tingles all the way down to my toes. “I’m going to have to deal with all of this other shit, but that doesn’t change the fact that you might be the one,” he continues, much to my delight.

“I’m so glad. I was just sitting here thinking about going back to my pathetic life in California and I couldn’t bear the thought of it,” I admit, sighing with relief.

“There will be no going back,” Trey whispers.

“I hope not. I would really miss you,” I whisper back, as I feel the heat radiating from his hands and passing directly into my yearning flesh. “Let’s go check out that bed.”

He runs his fingertips along my jawline sending a shiver through me. His fingers continue their path to the back of my neck and he pulls my lips into his, giving me a warm, full kiss.

“All right, let’s go check it out,” he says rising to his feet and offering me his hand. He looks so damn sexy standing above me with several buttons of his shirt remaining undone. I picture the remaining buttons flying in all directions as I grab the lapels of his shirt and fight the urge to rip it off of him in one swift motion.

“Let me get those for you.” He quickly unbuttons the remaining ones after apparently reading my mind. After leading me to the back of the plane, he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to the floor. He turns to me, grabbing the sides of my dress and lifting it over my head. “That’s better,” he beams, turning me around and unhooking my bra.

I reach down, pull back the blanket and crawl onto the bed. “I don’t like the idea of being openly naked. I don’t trust these pilots anymore.”

“Fuck ‘em,” he laughs, allowing his briefs to join his pants on the floor. “If I see envy in their eyes after we land, then I’ll know they were watching.”

“Envious of me or that beautiful cock of yours?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe a little of both.” He chuckles, before crawling under the blanket with me.

Trey

Running my hands along Mandy’s incredibly smooth skin, there is no doubt in my mind that this is the only place I want to be. She is so smart, so beautiful and so damn sexy that it is an irresistible combination. This is the first time I have ever felt a sense of mutual obsession with someone. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other.

I sweep her hair back behind her ear and spend a moment just staring into her crystal blue eyes. Our lips clench one another’s as all the passion that has been building up within us begins to express itself. I shift my weight onto her and slip my fingers behind her head, cradling her in the most loving way possible. I think back to the flight from New York to Monaco when I inducted her into the Mile High Club and my dick flinches in anticipation.

“I want to rock your world,” I whisper against her lips.

“You do rock my world,” she whispers back, running her fingernails down the length of my back. “Roll over on your back.”

I smile and oblige, sliding off of her and settling in on my back. “Based on the look in your eyes, I think I like where this is going.”

“Oh, I definitely think you will.” She smiles and kisses me on the chin before trailing her lips down my neck and onto my chest. “Let’s see if yours are sensitive,” she says, drawing one of my nipples into her mouth. She looks up at me as she flicks it with her tongue, before biting down with her teeth.

“I think you need to go a little lower,” I tell her, motioning with my eyes.

“Are you already getting impatient?” she scolds me with a mischievous grin.

She obviously has been thinking about the way I teased her and pushed to find her limits on our last flight and now intends to return the favor. Her soft lips kiss their way down my abdomen, stopping just beneath my waistline. I flex my abs and rotate my hips to help her reach her destination.

“You are definitely impatient for a man who loves teasing others,” she chides as I feel her breath against my throbbing dick. “I think you need to just relax and let me have my way with you,” she murmurs flicking the tip with her tongue and drawing my head partially into her hot, wet mouth.

“Payback is a bitch, huh?” I groan, accepting the fact that she wants to return the favor. I force myself to lie back, relax and enjoy the experience. We have lots of time to kill and I can’t possibly think of a better way to do it. I forgot how good she is at giving head. Wow, that’s feels amazing.

Mandy

Trey simply moans and displays a permanent grin as I continue to enjoy myself by tormenting him with pleasure. I have always wanted a man who understands the art of teasing and Trey is definitely onboard with it. Teasing is a two-way street though, so he needs to be able to take it, as well as dishing it out. Each time he gets quiet and relaxed I increase the intensity just enough to get another moan or groan out of him. I love this!

“Okay, I want to make love to you,” he says, placing his hand under my chin and lifting it until our eyes meet. “I don’t want to waste it.”

“Oh, I’m not planning on letting you waste anything.” I flash him a grin before looking back down and taking in as much of his length as I can handle. I begin moving my head up and down ever so slightly and I can feel his engorged head in the back of my throat.

“I’m serious,” he gasps. “You’re going to make me lose it.”

“I’m sorry for being such a tease.” I give his head one last kiss before slowly crawling up the length of his body until we are face to face once again. “It just makes me really hot doing that to you.”

“You took me right to the edge of losing it.” He laughs and begins to roll to the side.

“Oh no, you don’t.” I brace against him, keeping him on his back. “It’s my turn to make love to you.”

“Make love to me then,” he says with a broad smile.

“Yes, master,” I coo, thinking about how he likes to enter me slowly in order to peak my anticipation to the point where I climax almost immediately. I raise my bottom and push back against his pulsing cock. He immediately reaches down to guide himself into me. “I’m making love to you,” I remind him, looking directly into his eyes and retracting my hips.

“I was just trying to help you out.” He sighs in frustration.

“I don’t need any help,” I counter, pushing back onto him once again. Feeling him nestled between my folds ignites the passion that has been bubbling beneath the surface and I find myself beginning to lose control and on the verge of giving in. “I love being with you,” I whisper as I slowly lower myself onto him.

“I love being in you, too,” he whispers back with a sigh.

A smile crosses my face as I push all the way back and begin moving my hips just enough to feel his fullness deep within me. I want to make this last as long as possible, but I’m finding it increasingly difficult to maintain control. He is beginning to flex his hips in coordinated rhythm with mine and it feels so damn good that I don’t want him to stop. I lean forward unable to fight the urge to kiss his lips and he suddenly takes control.

Oh my God, is my only thought as he raises his hips and begins to thrust more forcefully beneath me. Part of me wants to resist this transfer of power, but a bigger part of me just wants to keep kissing his lips while letting him have his way with me. My legs begin to shake as the perfectly timed strokes begin to overwhelm my senses. “Let’s roll over,” I suggest, wanting to feel his weight above me.

In one quick motion he is suddenly above me without missing a stroke. His lips crash into mine with a relentless fervor and his previously steady strokes take on a new level of intensity. My lips break from his as I gasp for a breath. He once again has overridden my desire for control and thrust me deep into the thralls of orgasmic pleasure. He knows just how to bring me right to the edge and then keep me there longer than I ever thought possible. My toes curl as another wave of pleasure crashes through me. This is the place where everything is perfect and nothing else matters. This is my version of true bliss.

Several minutes later we are lying in each other’s arms, breathless and completely at peace. “That was amazing,” he whispers, giving my earlobe a tug with his lips.

“It’s always amazing,” I reply, having never experienced anything that comes close to the way he makes me feel. “It’s like we were made for each other. It’s so perfect.”

“Perfect… that’s how I would describe it too.” He snuggles in right behind me and pulls the blanket up around us. The fact that he likes to spoon me afterwards is the perfect way to drift off to sleep. I’m glad it’s a long flight home.