Caught in the Storm

by Brownell, Rachael

  My heart aches as Johnathan guides me to the car and helps me in, sliding in behind me. It's a silent ride back to Houston. I want to apologize to him for my parents’ behavior. Whether they like him or not, there’s no reason they couldn't have been nice to him. Or even just cordial.

  As the car comes to a stop, I attempt to clear my thoughts. The look on my mom and dad’s faces is all I could focus on the last hour. I'm still in a state of shock, and when I glance out the window, it intensifies.

  "Ready?" I hear Johnathan ask. Looking over my shoulder, I find him reaching his hand in the car to help me out.

  "That's how we're getting to your house?"

  "Unless you want to spend all day on the road."

  "I'm just surprised, that's all," I reply, composing myself.

  "Did you think we were flying commercial?"

  "I guess I didn't really think about it. I didn't think we were flying on a private plane, that's for sure." Taking his hand, I step out into the bright afternoon sun.

  Garcia is waiting at the bottom of the steps leading into the plane with our luggage at his feet. Per usual, his arms are crossed over his chest and there's a sullen look on his face. It makes me wonder if the man ever smiles. Not that it matters.

  According to Jonathan, he only travels with him. Once we're at his place, I shouldn't have to see him. He won't be there every time I turn around. A few more hours with him.

  As I step into the cabin of the plane, I'm blown away by what I see. It's like in the movies. A seating area on my left with two white leather recliners, situated on either side of a dark wooden table. On my right is a cream couch with two more dark wooden tables, one at each end. There's a TV on the wall with the news already streaming.

  Behind the sitting area are a mini bar and two closed doors. I’m hoping one is the bathroom.

  "This is nice," I say to Johnathan, dropping my purse on the table closest to me. "Which way to the bathroom?"

  "The door on your right," he replies, stepping around me and taking a seat in one of the recliners.

  He appears stressed all of a sudden, a change from his mood only moments ago when we got out of the limo.

  "I'm going to use the restroom before we take off."

  He doesn't reply, turning up the volume on the TV.

  I hear voices as I wash my hands, drying them on the soft black towel hanging in the bathroom. Everywhere I look, I'm in awe. High-end fixtures. Soft textures. Even expensive hand soap in what looks like a sterling-silver dispenser.

  This is just a plane. I can only imagine what his house looks like. I'm going to feel out of place, I can already tell. I don’t need a fancy soap dispenser that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe to confirm that.

  This was a bad idea. No, this was a really bad idea.

  My attraction and fascination with this man are all-consuming. So much so that I let my body make this decision instead of my mind.

  It’s not too late to fix that, though. The plane hasn’t taken off yet. I'll grab a cab back to my apartment, and Johnathan will be a fun memory. That's probably what's best, anyway. I mean… how far was this really going to go? A few more nights of fun, and then I’d be right back here, struggling to find another club to sing in.

  Opening the bathroom door, I'm greeted by a smiling Gina. Only, it's not a pleasant smile. It's forced, hateful. If it wasn't clear before that she didn't like me, it's perfectly clear now.

  "Johnathan would like to see you in the bedroom," she says, motioning to the other door.

  A bedroom. On a plane.

  I'm way out of my league.

  Twelve

  Johnathan

  I've had a hard-on for what feels like twenty-four hours. It was amplified when she sat in my lap as we bounced along the shitty road her parents lived on. Over and over again, her perfect ass rubbed against my cock, sparking a fire inside me. One that only she can put out.

  What a dump.

  Her parents either don't care what their home looks like or they don't have the money to care. Regardless of the reason, I was relieved when we didn't go inside the tiny cottage. Until I thought about what else she might show me. The barn? The pastures?

  I knew our visit was going to come to an abrupt halt the moment her father and I locked eyes. His were filled with hatred. Not the kind you see in an overprotective father. No, his hatred ran deep, and it was focused solely on me.

  That was fine. Let him hate me. It'll be better this way. Once I get what I need from his daughter and send her packing, he'll feel validated in his hatred. Amelia will have someone to run to when this is all over.

  Gina appears in front of me as Amelia closes the bathroom door.

  "Did you have a nice visit?" she asks, a knowing look on her face.

  "It was short."

  "Obviously."

  "Take a seat, Gina. We're taking off in five minutes," I state firmly. She forgets she works for me sometimes and needs to be put in her place. "Send Amelia to see me when she's done."

  Standing to my full height and looking down at her as I wait for a response, she takes a step back and reluctantly agrees. It's not often I get irritated with her, but when I do, she knows to stop pushing me.

  Right now, she needs to retract her claws. I'm not in the mood.

  What I am in the mood for is hearing Amelia sing my name at the top of her lungs as I stroke in and out of her. Over and over again. Until she comes harder than she did the other night. I want to bring her more pleasure than she's ever known. The sight of her when she climaxes will push me over the edge I've been teetering on since the last time I had her.

  It's been too long.

  Never gain.

  I plan to have her as much as possible for the next two weeks. When I wake up in the morning and before I fall asleep at night. Twice a day, every day. More on the weekends. Hell, depending on my schedule, we may be able to spend an entire day in bed.

  More importantly, she needs to be seen by my side. According to Gina, she's organizing a few functions where she knows the press will be. She wants our picture on the front-page news.

  Which means I should probably tell my parents about her. They've seen the news, I'm sure. My mother will want to meet her, and if she finds out Amelia came home with me, she'll be upset if I keep her away too long.

  "Hey," Amelia says as she walks into the bedroom, stopping just inside the door and taking it all in.

  "Close the door behind you," I reply, standing and starting to remove my shirt.

  "So I was thinking," she starts, closing the door and leaning against it. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

  Shit! I'm losing her. Why the sudden change? Is it her parents?

  "I think it's a great idea." I hurry across the room and take her hands in mine. "In fact, I have another great idea."

  A weak smile forms on her face as I step closer, pressing my body against hers.

  "Whatever is holding you back, let it go."

  Pulling her face to mine, I smother her response. I need to keep her occupied long enough for the pilot to close the door and taxi to the run way. After that, there's no turning back. We'll be on a one-way flight to South Padre. If I haven't changed her mind by the time we land, I'll send her back on the next commercial flight.

  I won't force her to be with me, but I will do everything I can to convince her she should want to be. This may only be for show, to ensure my approval rating goes up enough to win me reelection, but that doesn't mean I won't treat her like a princess.

  As long as she follows the rules.

  She'll learn about those tomorrow. For now...

  Kissing my way down her neck, I slowly undress Amelia. She returns the favor, removing my shirt and popping the button on my pants. Just as she's about to step out of her boots, the plane lurches forward, and she falls onto the bed. I fall on top of her.

  Not because I lost my footing but because I want to feel my body pressed against hers.

  "Shouldn't we buckle up or
something?" she asks, pressing her lips to the side of my neck.

  "Don't worry. I'll keep you safe," I whisper in her ear, nibbling on the lobe before sucking it in my mouth, eliciting a moan from her.

  The plane speeds up, forcing our bodies together just as I slip inside her from behind. Amelia pushes back against me when I don't move or a few seconds.

  Always hungry for more, isn't she. Well, I'll give her what she wants.

  Slowly pumping in and out of her, Amelia begins to pant as she falls in rhythm with me, pressing back at the perfect moment, allowing me to slip even deeper inside of her.

  "Johnathan," she begs. "Please."

  "Please what?" I ask, slowly pushing into her again.

  "I need more."

  "More what, Amelia? Tell me what you want."

  God, I feel like a dirty bastard sometimes. Not that I plan to change my ways. I like her beneath me, begging for more.

  "Harder."

  "What do you want harder?"

  "Fuck. Me. Harder," she demands, enunciating each word.

  If that's what she wants, that's what she's going to get.

  Grabbing onto her shoulders, I go to work making Amelia scream and moan. Only, instead of my name slipping past her lips, every other word is fuck or shit. My girl has a dirty little mouth.

  I want to see it wrapped around my dick. Those luscious lips stretching as I bump into the back of her throat. The feel of her teeth as they graze the underside of my cock.

  Just the thought has me so close to blowing.

  "Oh, God. Johnathan," Amelia calls, breathless.

  I feel her explode around me and pick up the pace, pulling her body back as I slam into her. Over and over again until I fall over the edge myself.

  Sliding out of her easily, I lay next to where her limp body is on the bed. When she turns to face me, still breathing heavily, her face flush, I smile proudly.

  "So you have a bedroom on your private plane. Any other surprises?"

  If she likes my plane, I guarantee she's going to like my house. It's even more extravagant with more bedrooms for me to take her in. A counter in the kitchen that will look fantastic with her seated on it, naked, legs spread for me. A shower with glass tile that will cool her heated cheek as I fuck her against it.

  Then there's the water.

  Just outside my back door with a private beach. A place I plan to have her multiple times as the sun is setting. When the stars are above us, the light of the moon reflecting off the water.

  The thought has my dick standing at attention, ready to go again.

  This time, I want her mouth, though. If she'll let me.

  "Come here," I say, pushing myself off the bed and reaching to help her up. She comes willingly and drops to her knees when I press on her shoulders. "I want to see how he looks in that beautiful mouth of yours."

  Without any hesitation, Amelia reaches up, wraps one hand around him and takes him in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. Her tongue massages the underside of my cock as she bobs her head, bringing me close to release in only a few minutes.

  Taking her head in my hands, I pull away completely and prepare her for what's next.

  "I'm going to fuck your mouth, Amelia. I'm not going to be gentle and I'm not going to stop until I'm finished." Her eyes grow wide, and she licks her lips in anticipation. Her willingness will always surprise and excite me. "I want you to touch yourself while I fuck your mouth. I want you to come with me."

  Spreading her legs slightly, Amelia slides her hand between her wet folds, the beautiful sound bringing a satisfied grin to my face.

  Pulling her head back between my legs, my dick bumps her chin before sliding home, all the way to the back of her throat. I hold it there for a minute before pulling back and pumping quickly. Every time my dick slides deep, cutting off her air supply, she moans.

  Are you close?" I ask. I'm rewarded with the tip of her head as she looks up to me, a smile in her gorgeous hazel eyes. The way she's looking at me, with trust in her eyes, should concern me, but all I can focus on right now is how close I am to going again.

  And I do.

  Amelia swallows, the sensation causing me to stroke in and out a few more times before leaving her mouth with a pop.

  Stepping back, I notice she’s still l working herself up, so I reach down, grab onto her hips, and lift her to the edge of the bed. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I admire the view for a moment before leaning in and licking her from back to front. I feel Amelia begin to shiver against my lips when there's a pounding on the door followed by Gina's voice.

  My gut instinct is to reach through the door and strangle her. She knows better than to interrupt me when I'm behind closed doors. It doesn't matter what doors or with whom. If the door is shut, it's the same as putting a do not disturb sign on the door.

  "What is it?" I call, my irritation clear.

  "You're on the news," she says simply as I slide my finger between Amelia's pink lips, stroking her until she's close again.

  Her wanting me to watch the news is never a good thing. There are only two other times I can recall her interrupting me when she knew better. One was when the story broke about my father's affair and how it turned into speculation about my promiscuous ways. The other was when the first accusation came out about the scandal.

  She caught me in a compromising situation that day as well.

  So whatever has her concerned enough to interrupt me is going to be bad. No matter what it is, I'll deal with it. I always do. I can handle anything the press wants to throw at me.

  "You wait here. I'll be back in a minute," I say to Amelia, kissing the inside of her thigh before pulling the blanket over her naked body.

  Stepping into a fresh pair of slacks, I open the door a crack and slip into the main cabin.

  "What?" I snap at Gina as soon as she looks in my direction.

  "They know it's a sham," she states, motioning to the television.

  Headline: Lang's new fling

  The anchor is talking about an anonymous source that knows the entire story. The fake relationship. The fact that we've only known each other for two days. How we met.

  Who the hell would know all of that besides Garcia and Gina? Neither one of them are talking.

  It can't be her parents. They think the relationship is real and they're not happy about it. I'm sure they would be less than thrilled they knew it was fake, not that they can dislike me any more.

  The only person I can think is her roommate. I’m sure she tells her everything. I know they're close.

  "We need to make a statement as soon as we land," Gina says from behind me.

  "Let me talk to her first. Find out who she told and what she told them."

  "You have fifteen minutes. I'm sure the press will be waiting when we land."

  Fuck. I promised her there would be less cameras. I swore life was different for me outside the big city. It's all about to become a lie.

  Slipping back inside the bedroom, I find Amelia right where I left her only she put her boots back on. And nothing else. We're going to have to finish this another time but those boots are sexy as hell on her long legs.

  "We have a little problem," I start, reaching for my shirt and sliding my arms through. "There's going to be press when we land. Someone leaked the true nature of our relationship to the press."

  "What?" You can hear the panic in her voice as she scrambles around the tiny room looking for her clothes.

  "Who all did you tell about us?"

  "Just my roommate, but I didn't tell her anything that couldn't be repeated."

  "Did she know that our relationship was fake?"

  "I don't think so," she says, pausing with her pants halfway up her legs while she thinks it over. "I'm pretty sure she thinks this is real. She knew we hooked up the first night, does that matter?"

  "It all matters. Someone shared when and how we met. They know we've only known each other for a few days. They'll take that and sp
in it every way they can."

  Fixing the cuff on my shirt, I see Amelia go stiff out of the corner of my eye.

  "What is it?" I ask when she doesn't move. "Amelia?"

  "Joseph."

  That asshole? I was hoping I'd never have to hear his name again.

  "What about him?"

  "He knows those details. I can see him seeking out the press if he thought it would get in a dig at me. He wants to embarrass me the way I did him when I left with you."

  It makes sense. I can see him as the jealous type. He was possessive of her before I stole her. I'm sure he's trying to get under my skin as much as under hers. After all, I took his woman. Without even trying that hard might I add.

  "I'll look into it, have Garcia talk to him.” Clenching my fists at my side to keep from punching something, I let out a long, slow breath. That asshole. I’ll fucking kill him. “For now, get cleaned up. I'm going to have Gina help you get ready for when we land. She'll walk you through what topics to avoid, what not to say, those types of things. We need to answer questions, both of us. I know you're main concern is what your parents think. Keep in mind, after the way they responded to me today, nothing is going to change their mind about me, but seeing us together, happy, may change their mind how they feel about us together.

  "Smile. Look happy. Try not to wrinkle your forehead with concern. Like you're doing right now. Everything is going to be fine. It's just a quick five-minute press conference. I'll need to make a statement."

  "What are you going to tell them?" she asks quickly as she pulls her shirt on, taking away the beautiful view of her breasts I was admiring.

  "The truth, to an extent. I'm going to tell them that we met on Friday but that we've known each other for years and reconnected. Are you okay with that?" She nods, so I continue. "I'm also going to tell them that you're here to live with me so we can get to know each other again. The goal is for them to approve of our relationship, to like us together after the press conference. I want them to like you."

  It’s more than that, really. They need to love her but I can’t tell her that. That would put too much pressure on her. She might buckle under the stress and say something she shouldn’t. I’ll do what I can to keep her from having to talk but I know they’re going to want to hear from her.