by M T Stone
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.
CHAPTER 7
L aGuardia Airport - Eight Hours Later
Mandy
It feels strange to be sitting on a private jet without Trey. Even though it’s only been a matter of minutes, I already miss him. That’s sad. I don’t know how I got so obsessed with him in such a short period of time. I glance out the window and begin to think about the wild turns my life has taken since I had embarked on a mission to implicate Trey for his business dealings. I feel like I need to pinch myself as I recline my chair and wait for our departure. It’s a far cry from the cramped coach flight I originally took from California to New York. Harris always insisted on buying the absolute cheapest tickets, just one more perk of working for a government agency that is despised by the rich.
“Welcome aboard, Miss Grayson,” a smiling Captain comes out of the cockpit to greet me. “Is there anything I can get you prior to departure?”
“No, I’m fine. Thanks.” All I need is a nice, low stress flight so I’m not overly emotional when I see Dad. With all of the feelings that I’m harboring, things could escalate quickly if I don’t keep my emotions in check.
“What time will we be landing?” I ask, realizing that I need to send Dad a text.
“Let’s see,” he says, looking down at his watch. “We’ll gain an hour, so that should put us in at about four forty five local time.”
Wow, gaining seven hours in the air makes for a crazy long day. We left Monaco a little after noon and after eight and a half hours of flying it’s only three thirty. It’s no wonder our bodies get so messed up by jet lag. It makes it hard to even keep track of the days. After the wheels leave the tarmac and we experience the initial thrust into the sky, I close my eyes and quickly begin to drift off. My mind really needs a break.
Trey
After getting Mandy to her connecting flight, I jump back in the limo and instruct the driver to head for Bellevue Hospital. I call Mom’s phone, but it goes right to voice mail. I hang up and call Vanessa’s phone, but hers does the same thing. That’s fucked. I call Mom’s house in hopes of at least talking to Charles.
“Silvia Addison residence, Charles speaking,” he says, answering the phone much more formally than I had expected. He actually sounds as if he is her butler.
“Hi Charles, it’s Trey. I’m trying to get ahold of Mom, but neither her or Vanessa are answering their phones,” I explain in frustration.
“Hi Trey, I’m really sorry about Tyler,” he says in a tone that makes me fear the worst.
“Is he still alive?”
“Oh, yes, but there has been no change. Both Silvia and Vanessa are with him in ICU. They probably don’t allow phones in there.” He clears his throat nervously. “The police found a suicide note. It doesn’t look good.” His voice trails off.
“A suicide note?” What the fuck Tyler? I think back to how erratic he was acting following Dad’s death. What the hell has he done? “Okay, well I’m on my way to the hospital, so if you hear from Mom, just let her know.”
“He’s in room 311,” Charles says obviously struggling to keep his emotions in check.
I have to fight back the tears as I hang up and shove my phone back into my pocket. My mind rewinds to when we were kids and how we had been each other’s best friends up until the time when he went off to school in upstate New York. It’s hard to believe how fucked up everything got after that. It’s as if we both continued to find new reasons to hate each other. Now I’m going to lose him, too. I drop my face into my hands and hot tears stream through my fingers, dropping to the floor. This can’t be right. There has to be something that we don’t know. Tyler was messed up, but he certainly didn’t seem suicidal.
“How’s he doing?” I ask Mom when I run into her in the hallway outside of Tyler’s room.
“Oh, Trey,” she weeps, taking me in her arms and squeezing tight. “I’m so sorry I didn’t take his addiction more seriously.”
“So he intentionally overdosed?” I ask. “Charles said something about a suicide note.”
“They found hydrocodone and all kinds of weird drugs in his system, along with over five hundred milligrams of something called pentobarbital. The doctor said it’s rarely prescribed to humans anymore. Vets use it for euthanizing animals.” She bursts into tears once again.
“Where would he get something like that?” I ask, still unable to fathom why Tyler would intentionally try to kill himself.
“I have no idea, but apparently some people use it for insomnia and Vanessa said he’s been having a lot of trouble sleeping,” she relays, shaking her head in utter sorrow.
Punching pentobarbital into Google, I see that it can be used for anesthesia and extreme cases of insomnia, as well as putting down animals. The maximum dose is listed at one hundred milligrams for adults. “If he took five hundred milligrams of this stuff along with pain killers, he’s lucky they found him. He definitely would have died.” I shake my head and give Mom a kiss on the forehead. “Go get some rest, I’ll sit with him for a while.”
“Vanessa is in there too,” she says, before turning and beginning to wander down the corridor.
I pause, close my eyes and take a deep breath prior to entering Tyler’s room. Who am I trying to kid? I pull a Xanax out of my pocket and pop it into my mouth. I knew I should’ve taken one on the way to the hospital. I have always hated hospitals and between seeing Tyler in a coma and having to deal with Vanessa, my anxiety levels are off the charts. I draw one last deep breath before entering the room.
Mandy
When the pilot says, “Prepare for landing.” I begin to prepare myself mentally for seeing my parents. It has been a long time and I’m not sure whether it will be harder to see Mom or Dad. I’m not even sure that I can look Dad in the eye without having my expression give away my thoughts.
“Hello Darling,” he says coming to meet me on the tarmac. “When was the last time you were home?”
“Hi Daddy. Last Christmas, I guess. I’ve been pretty busy with everything.” I reach out and give him a hug. “How is Mom doing?”
“She’s doing better today. She perked up quite a bit after I told her you were coming home for a visit. She’s looking forward to spending some time with you.” He grabs my bags and we head toward his pickup truck. He has driven the same old blue and white Chevy truck ever since we moved to Tennessee.
“I can’t believe this thing still runs,” I comment, jumping up into the passenger side.
“Oh shit, she’s barely broken in,” he says with a grin. “It’s only got a quarter million miles on it, so she’s got lots of life left.”
With a quarter-million miles, he could have driven coast to coast a hundred times but nearly all those miles are within fifty miles of home. I gaze out the window taking in the beautiful Tennessee countryside. Everything moves at a completely different pace out here. We cross over an old bridge that reminds me of the creek where Mom and I used to go. I hope she’s strong enough to go for a ride, because I would love to take her there again.
“It’s been hot and dry all month,” Dad says making small talk. “We could use a little rain to green things up.”
“Yeah, well things are pretty green here compared to most places I’ve been.” I gaze down the length of the creek and notice how beautiful the sparkling blue water is against the dark green trees. “I think you have forgotten how beautiful it is here.” I glance over at him to see his reaction.
“It is beautiful, but it’s also pretty damn quiet. I don’t think I can sit around out here after I retire.” He glances over at me with a scowl on his face.
“Are you retiring?” I ask, a little surprised since he is only fifty-six.
“No, I just like talking about it.” He laughs and slaps the steering wheel. “Keeps me sane, you know?”
“I know.” We all have those little things that we think or say in an effort to convince ourselves that life will be better one day. My favorite is, one day when I meet the man of my dreams. I smile, suddenly thinking about the fact that Trey could easily be that man. Of course, right now he is probably with
Vanessa.
“How was your trip?” Dad asks, never one to let the silence linger.
“It was fine except we had to cut it short when Tyler overdosed,” I reply flatly.
“Yeah, that’s too bad. First Victor is gunned down, now Tyler. I should call Silvia and see how she is doing,” he says with a thoughtful gaze on his face. “It looks like Trey is the number one suspect again, so that has to be hard too.”
“I’m sure.” I roll my eyes and glare out the window. “It’s those fucking tabloids. They just make that shit up!”
“They have to sell magazines and nothing sells better than a scandal,” he quips. “Especially if it involves a rich family. We all like to see the rich get shredded. You know that as well as anyone, right?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I reply, wanting to change the topic. “On an upbeat note I won a million and a quarter euros at the Monte Carlo casino last night!” I perk up, suddenly reliving the thrill of winning all that money.
“Holy crap! What’s that in dollars?” Dad sputters, sounding as if he had actually chocked on something.
“Trey says it will be about a million and a half dollars.” I beam.
“Jesus, that’s amazing, girl!” He shakes his head and looks over at me with wide eyes.
“Yeah, Trey and I were playing Baccarat and we just kept on winning. I was betting against Tommy Fowler and we won three times in a row. He was so irritated by the end… it was awesome!” I explain, still reveling in how it felt to beat him.
“Tommy Fowler, huh? I really liked his TV show,” Dad says, with a sigh. “I suppose a million and a half dollars doesn’t seem like anything to guys like them. Trey will soon have more money than anyone could spend in ten lifetimes.”
“I don’t know, it seems that he has had a pretty tough road since finishing college. He wanted to prove to Victor that he could make it on his own, but I don’t think it has been as easy as he had hoped,” I confide.
“It never is, pumpkin,” Dad replies, shooting me a knowing smile and shaking his head. “It’s a dog eat dog world out there. There’s no place for the weak at heart.”
