I’ve always been a damn good plane sleeper.

It’s one of the specialized skills you acquire from flying around the world when you’re in the military.

There’s no way in hell I’m sleeping through this, though.

When Krista first touches my cock through my shorts, I think I might be dreaming. Maybe she’s adjusting herself to get into a more comfortable position. So I readjust my head on the tiny pillow and double down for some more sleep.

But when she slowly unbuttons my shorts, unzips them, and reaches into my briefs to pull my hard dick out, I can’t ignore that.

God almighty. On a plane? Right here?

I squint an eye open just in time to see the top of her head as she wraps her lips around the tip of my cock.

I let out a soft grumble, and open my eyes all the way.

It’s the middle of the night on the plane. The sun hasn’t even come up yet, and it’s dead silent. Our seats are all the way in the back, and there’s no movement except for one reading light on way in the front.

A low, throaty growl escapes me.

Yesterday I was jostled from a nightmare by Krista. Today, I wake up to a dream.

Fuck, yes.

My toes curl a little as she takes me a little bit deeper. I stroke her hair and mutter her name.

She pulls away for a moment and looks up at me, holding the base of my cock with a big smile on her face.

“You’re up,” she smirks.

I chuckle. “Looks like it.”

With a soft moan, she runs her tongue up and down the shaft, sending a wave of pleasure up my spine. As she licks, I can’t believe her audacity—but it’s hot as hell. Someone could walk down the aisle at any time and we’d be caught.

Yet God damn, this is like medicine after everything we’ve been through. For the first time, I notice my head isn’t throbbing like hell. Maybe because all of the blood is below my hips.

I hold her hair back as she bobs up and down on my cock, pleasure ratcheting through me. Flints of light reflect off her hair as she moves. I love the feeling of her hot wet mouth on me.

God damn do I love it.

It makes me think how badly I want her wet hot pussy again. That stupid ten-night agreement. Why did I say I would do that again? How was that my idea? It was a dumb idea, because I want to do this all day. Non stop. No way am I going to be able to keep my hands off her the whole trip.

She takes me still deeper, and I feel the head of my cock touch what I guess is the back of her throat.

Holy fuck she’s already got me close.

I lean back and my hips curl ever so slightly, naturally up into her.

Krista comes up for air, and I love the way she looks at me. Adoring. Sexy. Faithful.

My girl.

She breathes hard, running her hand up and down the my full, hard length—and I can feel I’m about to come. I’m so damn close. And this is gonna be a deluge.

“You like this, baby?” she asks me in a sweet whisper.

“Best wake up ever,” I say. “I’m so damn close.”

“Let me take you over the edge,” she says.

She opens her mouth one more time to take me in. I’m about to blow.

She is heaven. She is a symphony, and after this I’m going to write several songs about Krista. I’ll put anyone in the hospital for her. I’ll—

Just then, the lights flicker on overhead.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to start our descent into Panama City.”

Krista sits up, her eyes squinty.

“Damn,” she frowns.

I swiftly tuck my boner into my shirt as I see the flight attendant approaching from the front.

“Rain check?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’ll be alright.”

“You don’t have blue balls?” she asks, her lips parted in a super sexy, sultry fashion.

I shrug. “Where we’re going, we’ll have a lot of privacy. So don’t worry about that.”

* * *

A flight landing, baggage claim, and rental car ride later we are pulling up to Boca del Toro. We check in at the main office of the resort, and wait for the bellhop to come back to walk us out to our cabana.

Krista glances outside, and her face is like a little kid on Christmas.

“We’ll be staying...literally on the ocean?” she asks as she looks out.

I nod. “Pretty sweet, right?”

She nods in agreement. I notice she still clutches the little wooden box against her chest. She must really want to know what’s in it.

My eyes linger on little cabana in the distance where we’ll be staying for the next few days, week, hell, who knows how long we’ll get away from the cold of the city fall? Plus it feels good to know that Nick is far, far away, and we won’t have to worry about the enforcement of his restraining order.

For now, at least.

Just then I feel a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh my God. Damien?!”

I know that voice. I spin around. “Holy shit. Rhonda. What are you doing here?”

“Same thing you’re doing here!” she answers, giving me no real information at all.

“Oh. Well this is Krista,” I say.

Rhonda flashes a fleeting smile and flips her blond hair in Krista’s direction, reaching out her hand for a shake. Krista hesitates but grabs her hand.

“Hello Krista. Nice to meet you. Sorry but I’ve got to run! Maybe we’ll see you at the big beachside bonfire later?! We have it every night. See you!”

Gripping the box I gave her, Krista shoots me a look of death."Who is she?" Krista's tone is biting as the bellhop takes hold of our bags and leads us to our beautiful, ocean-side cabana.

“A girl I used to know,” I say, my voice stiff as we walk down the long bridge to our cabana. “Can we talk about this later?” I add, wanting to enjoy the beauty around us.

She rolls her shoulders and darts her gaze away from me. “Sure. Fine.”

It’s a passive-aggressive comment if I’ve ever heard one, but this is not a discussion I want to have in front of the bellhop. Plus, at the moment, this is as picture-perfect a vacation as can be. The water on both sides of us is so clear we can see straight through to the bottom of the Caribbean Sea. The late morning tropical sun smiles on us, heating up our bodies. It feels so damn good, especially in comparison to what it’s like in Chicago right now.

Finally, we reach our little cabin paradise. The shore is easily a football field’s distance away, and I can’t wait to finally be able to relax and let my guard down. Axel and Amelia are catching a different flight and should be here soon to join us, too.

The bellhop opens the lock and lets us in. The vibe inside is fresh and homely with naturally stained wood. The living space is small, humble, and everything we’ll need. It’s hexagon shaped, and a brown couch-loveseat sits just across from the fireplace. The tiny kitchen has a small fridge and sink with no dishwasher, but it’ll do for me to make some breakfast for Krista in the morning.

I thank the bellhop and give him a tip. He nods with a smile and takes off, leaving Krista and I alone.

With the buffer of the stranger in the room gone, I feel her eyes on me, too curious about who Rhonda was. Or is.

“I’m sorry you had to get bulldozed like that by Rhonda,” I say. “She’s harmless though, really. Sit down. Let me make you a cocktail. And I’ll tell you everything.”