by Carmen Faye
He stood up quickly and waved to everyone, but when his gaze landed on her, it sparked with recognition, but he continued to scan the crowd before sitting down in his seat. She knew he knew who she was, and he knew what they’d been through together. What she didn’t know—was what the hell was going on.
“Enjoy your flight.” The stewardess said with one final click on her microphone.
This flight was going to be memorable, but she wasn’t sure about enjoyable. The SEAL on the plane was going to have to answer some questions because Emmy needed some answers.
“Indeed, I will,” Emmy said to absolutely no one in particular.
CHAPTER TEN
Matt Perrier, Lieutenant Commander in the United States Navy SEAL division, thought he was losing his mind. He’d needed a break from the high risk, classified missions he’d been going on and thought that a fun-filled break to Hawaii would be the thing to clear away the cobwebs and rejuvenate his spirit. However, he’d met Emmy Roth—and that one woman with her list of things to do had knocked him for a loop.
Here he sat in the special seat the female flight attendant had given him in the deep recesses of the aircraft, and he could only think of the woman he’d left sleeping in the hotel room back in Honolulu, Hawaii. Emmy—deep brown hair, brownish eyes, and curves to hang onto while he pumped his cock deep into her pussy.
“Is there anything else I can get you, Lieutenant Commander Perrier?” The flight attendant was a blonde woman who had offered him everything from beer and nuts to a pillow and blanket, but they both knew she wanted to ride his cock before the plane landed. It wasn’t going to happen. She was getting on his nerves with her constant fussing over him, but she was also distracting him from the woman he’d swore he wasn’t going to miss when he left.
When he boarded the plane and got the special greeting from Carolyn, the overly eager flight attendant, he could have sworn he saw Emmy. The woman reminded him of long sweaty nights and days filled with her naughty smile and swaying hips. He’d also thought he saw her in the airport, but he knew that the plane she was supposed to be on left hours ago, and since his plane had an issue with the seating, his flight was changed and they offered to let him come on a different night flight. He’d walked around the airport hoping to see Emmy, but he hadn’t, and by the time he’d given in and called her hotel room, she was gone.
There were reasons that he didn’t get Emmy’s cell phone number, just like there were reasons he tried to keep the whole sexy, short-term affair light. He’d been told of his upcoming assignment, and it was going to be a difficult one that was going to take a few months up to a year to complete. He wasn’t into having people wait around for him, which is why he never got serious about anyone. Emmy was trying to find herself and was coming out of her shell. She was a hell of a firecracker, and she needed a chance to be herself. There were some secrets that she didn’t want to let out about herself, and he knew it had to do with the pill she’d taken every day at noon and the almost faded incision line that graced the center of her chest. So he’d kept the questions to a minimum and tried to concentrate on the now. He hoped that he could leave Emmy in the sweet visit of Hawaii and take away a great group of memories to think of when he was sleeping in less than ideal conditions, awaiting the chance to do unsavory things.
Not that the shit had worked. According to how his mind kept placing her everywhere, his Emmy was going to be a semi-permanent fixture for a while. He’d seen her everywhere. In the giggle in the young woman who sat near him in the restaurant, in the back view of the woman standing in front of him in the checkout line, and in the woman who’d stood up in the back of the plane, he’d seen the woman he’d spent the last several days with. He wanted to get off this aircraft and make some changes, like at least finding out Emmy’s phone number.
Carolyn had once again come back to his seat after she had announced him to the rest of the passengers, as if he was going to be servicing women throughout the flight. There was an empty seat next to him, and he thought for sure there would be someone sitting there, but it had remained empty and they were up in the air.
“Did you need anything?” Carolyn leaned down to him, like he was hard of hearing, but he noticed she’d unbuttoned a few buttons and fluffed up her breasts because they were now on full display. If she were any more blatant, she’d have offered up her nipple for him to suck at his leisure. He shouldn’t complain because when things like this had happened to him before he was flattered if not tempted. Women had always liked him, and usually, he would have been more accommodating to the woman who definitely wanted to have some up in the air fun, but he couldn’t get himself to even act interested in her.
“No, Carolyn. I’m good really.” He could see that his words saddened her. What did she want him to say, ‘Well if you’re done getting drinks and snacks I’d like to ding the back of your throat with my cock?’ He chuckled to himself… that is probably exactly what she wanted him to say. He was feeling a bit hungry—and maybe if she had long, dark hair, eyes like bourbon, and full tits that could barely be contained in a bikini top, he’d think about it. But he couldn’t do it… not now…because he only wanted the original—not a knockoff.
“If you need anything. Any…thing. Please let me know.” She stayed bent over him so long he wondered if she was going to say anything else, but he closed his eyes, hoping that she’d get the hint. Sometimes he hated traveling in uniform because it could be distracting and it seemed to bring out the horny in some women. Usually that was great, but right now was just not the time for that.
He could feel her move away, taking the smell of lemongrass and roses away from his nose. Matt was thinking about the smell of Emmy and the softness of her grapefruit-scented skin. He was thanking his lucky stars that he didn’t have to do more to get her to leave because, with his eyes closed, thinking about Emmy was making his cock stiffen. If Carolyn would have been around, she would have thought that her best assets had worked on him. This flight was over eight hours, and he didn’t want to have to deal with a rejected female who was in charge of his snacks for that long.
When someone practically fell into the seat next to him and brought the fresh scent of grapefruit, he thought that his mind may have taken a turn for the worse. His cock sprung up so hard and fast he felt a bit dizzy. What the fuck? Now he was going to have to shield himself from citrus for the rest of his life because the aroma made him spring wood. The guys would never let him live that one down. He opened his eyes to see the woman he noticed when he got on the plane—but he had looked away quickly so he wouldn’t stare at her. This exact replica of Emmy was sitting in the empty seat, and he opened his mouth to say something.
“Ma’am, you have to return to your seat. I was just joking when I was offering him up.” Carolyn looked like she’d run over to where they were, and Matt took a look at the woman who had caused the flight attendant to sound flustered and possessive.
“Emmy?” Matt asked, knowing he sounded like he was seeing a ghost. The masterful commander was missing, and in his place was the guy he used to be. The one before he tried to keep his emotions sealed up and away from his regular life.
The Emmy-clone looked like she didn’t know who to address first for her crimes. Blinking at him once, she turned to the attendant, seeming to figure out the woman needed to be dealt with first. “I need to talk to him for a brief second. There isn’t anyone in this seat, so I assumed I’d be able to sit here—if you don’t mind.”
“You are supposed to sit in the seat you are assigned. Lieutenant Commander Perrier doesn’t need to be bothered while on the plane and shouldn’t have to be held hostage by another passenger who wants to chat.” Carolyn was huffy, and the other passengers were looking over to see what was going on.
“It’s alright. She can stay here,” he said, putting his hand on Emmy’s arm.
Carolyn looked like she was trying to come up with something that would say that a passenger couldn’t be out of her seat, but she dec
ided against it and took her red face and deep angry breathing somewhere else.
It took a few minutes for Emmy to look at him, but he waited quietly until she found her words. Not touching her was killing him, but he was nothing if not patient.
“Why did you act like you didn’t see me when you got on the plane? I know you didn’t want anything to last past the island, but I didn’t know you could just turn what I thought was going on between us off like that.” She looked at him, and he wondered how he was holding himself together for this long. He’d seen her in several different moods—happy, sad, aroused, flirty, frustrated, scared, nervous, enraged, and satiated—but disappointed was one he’d not seen, especially directed at him.
“I actually didn’t know it was you. When I am in work mode, I can turn all the other stuff off. Actually, I thought I saw you twice in the airport and went up to the person to confirm they were you, but I was wrong. I’d given up on the chance of finding you in the airport when I thought your plane had already left. When I saw yet another woman who I thought was you in the back of the plane, I thought my mind was just conjuring you up again, and I didn’t want to gawk. I’ve made myself look crazy enough over you today.” He looked over at her and could tell by the grin on her face that she liked his explanation.
“Did you make a friend of the flight attendant? She seems pretty possessive for someone who should have just met you a few minutes before we took off.” She looked at him like he was hiding something, or it was something that she really wanted to know. Was Emmy jealous? It was ridiculous for that information to make him smile inside, but it did. He may not tell the world what he felt deep down, but he was honest with himself.
“I’m not sure what I did to earn her admiration.” He reached behind her head and pulled her over to him and tasted her lips. It was something that he didn’t think he’d be able to do for a good long while, if ever, but here she was, and he wasn’t going to take the eight hour flight for granted. She tasted like he remembered, and he wanted her like he’d not fucked up into her body non-stop for the last few days. She was like a drug, and he was definitely addicted.
She sighed and opened her lips, as she accepted his kiss and gave a bit of herself back to him. Thank god this was a night flight and they’d dimmed the lights. There were only a few people who had the little spotlights on, and the area where they were was out of the general range of seats. Emmy slid her hand over the hard bulge in his pants, and he held her hand there while he slowly rubbed himself into her palm.
“Your seatbelts need to be on. You probably didn’t hear me, but the captain said there was going to be a bit of turbulence for a little bit,” Carolyn said, interrupting their kiss. Matt could tell Carolyn was happy about it when she saw Emmy jerk away from him. He and Emmy both looked at the woman in the semi-darkness, and Matt figured he would need to say something or this woman would just stand there waiting.
“I’m sorry we didn’t hear the captain’s request.” He leaned over Emmy and fastened her seatbelt before he did the same for himself. He couldn’t see Carolyn clearly, but the fact that he and Emmy both sat before her with their seatbelts fastened—yet she still didn’t leave—told him that she was going to be a pain in his ass.
“Is there anything else, Carolyn?” he asked, as he picked up Emmy’s hand in his. This woman wasn’t going to come between the last few hours he was going to have with Emmy. What they could do on a plane that would help him get her out of his system, he didn’t know, but he knew he was going to try.
The flight attendant’s face looked like she was going to eat both of them up with nasty words and dirty glares. Matt wondered what the woman was going to say next, but the fasten seatbelt light dinged, and she turned around and walked off.
“You’re just Mr. Irresistible, aren’t you?” Emmy smiled at him, and he wanted to do all kinds of bad things. She didn’t get as embarrassed as she did when he’d first met her. Just thinking about how she spilled her coffee drink on him and then rubbed his dick inadvertently as she tried to clean him up made her smile again.
“I don’t know. You tell me.” Matt looked around and wondered why the attendant would have put him so far in the back when it was so private back there. She either meant to do it so he wouldn’t be bothered by the other passengers, or so she could take advantage of the privacy herself.
Emmy had her head down a little, and he knew that she’d come over here for something more than just a quick romp.
“I got your letter, and although I knew you planned for us to have little to no contact after our trip to Hawaii, I guess I expected you to at least say goodbye.”
He picked up her hand and clicked on the overhead light. “I know we didn’t really talk about the end game because there was no good time to bring it up. I wanted to have a great night with food, dancing, and sex, but the meeting with Marcus kind of ruined it all.”
Marcus was a man who had taken quite a shine to Emmy, and he’d known from the way she acted around him that she didn’t like him and something had happened. This woman was independent to her core and wouldn’t tell him what was going on with them, but Marcus kept his shit up until the he pulled a knife on them as they prepared to go dancing. The drama of that night, coupled with them having to make a police report and wait around for a while, made him want to give her the best night he could back at the hotel. It was his plan to talk about how much fun he’d had and all that, but it just didn’t work out that way. He ended up just trying to make the last night not end up on the fucked up note it seemed like it was going to end up on. The sex was intense, and since they both knew the next day would be the day they left the island, he figured that she didn’t want to talk about it that much either.
“That was my plan, but my plans don’t always work out the way I want them to. Our last night together was a cluster fuck with the whole Marcus ordeal. I wanted to make you remember something other than that jackass.” He looked over at Emmy to see what she was getting from all of this because it was something that had run through his mind all day. Who in the hell wanted to wake up to their several-night stand leaving them a note about fate and how it was possible they could meet again? He’d not meant this soon, but he was happy for it.
“So, what now. I realize that if I hadn’t come over here, we wouldn’t even be right here… right now, but I’m hoping that you’ll change your mind about a few things.”
The plane lurched a bit, and Emmy turned a shade of pale that didn’t look good.
“Are you okay?” he asked when she’d stopped talking and looked like she was trying to keep her lunch down.
“Yes,” she whispered, like if she spoke in a normal voice she’d fall apart. “I’m just not the greatest fan of flying.”
“I thought you wanted to go all around the world and see the sights as you found yourself.” He wasn’t mocking her, but he wondered why she didn’t take other means of transportation. “Since time isn’t an issue, why don’t you take a boat?”
“That seems like a logical question, but this is about me pushing my limits and seeing how far I can go alone. I thought you were upset with me when the whole issue of Marcus came out and you’d found out all that he’d done to me, but I needed to be able to say that I took care of myself. People have been mollycoddling me my whole life. It’s important for me to make a different choice.”
He understood what she was saying, and they had talked about that a little, but he wondered how that was going to play out during her travels. Not my monkey…not my circus. That is what my father would have told me in this situation. However, he couldn’t really take that stance since he was talking about Emmy. He didn’t want to own up to the feelings he had for her because that would make it hard for him to leave her and harder for him to not know where she’s going and what she’s up to.
“I can see in your face that you want to be a protector to me. I get it. I bring that out in people, but I don’t want it. I can handle myself, and I don’t need body guards to keep
me safe. If you want to be the knight in shining armor, then we need to stop this now because you’re dealing with the wrong person, but if you want to fuck like we did in every flat or semi-vertical place we could find and suck and lick my body the way you’ve learned how…this could be a fun trip.”
‘The captain has turned off the seatbelt sign. Feel free to move about the cabin,” said Carolyn in a perky voice over the loud speaker. He wondered what kind of drinks was she partaking in, but really, as long as she stayed away from them, he was happy.
Emmy took off her seatbelt and looked at him like she hadn’t eaten in months and he was a good, hot meal.
“I have to go to the bathroom, and I may need some assistance. Think about it and let me know if you want to be a good helper.” She walked down the walkway, stopping to look back over her shoulder and wink at him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Emmy didn’t know where she got the courage to ask for what she wanted or to actually try it. Sex in the tiny bathroom of a 747 jet plane was crazy, but she’d always heard about the “Mile High Club”—and she wanted entrance. This was on her bucket list, but the chance of having sex with someone you’d like to have sex with on a plane was one thing, but actually approaching the subject would have been even harder.
