I sit down next to her and cup her cheek. “Yes. I’ve asked her to stay here today while you’re ill. I have a couple of meetings that I cannot miss, and I wanted you with someone that I trust implicitly.”
“Oh,” she murmurs and pushes herself to sit up.
“God, you are beautiful.” The words unwantedly spill from my mouth. She cannot know how she affects every inch of my body yet. Not when I haven’t had her.
A warm blush kisses her cheeks as she leans into me. I take her lips, not giving a fuck if I get ill because of kissing her. I’d rather risk my health than not kiss her at this moment.
I feel her smile cross her lips before I pull away and hand her phone to her. “Text me today when you’re awake. I need to know that you’re all right.”
“I will.”
“Good. Feel free to grab anything from my closet to wear. I’ll see you later, Rye.”
“Bye, Whiskey.”
I haven’t been able to check my phone all morning, and it’s burning a hole in my desk as I finish up this meeting. I’ve heard it vibrate more than once, and as tempting as her texts are, I cannot risk losing these properties.
It starts to vibrate again as I’m going over the last contract for the day. Instead of a short vibration it keeps going, making itself known to the man across from me. He glances down at my desk before looking back up at me, and I’m waiting for him to say something, but he keeps his words to himself. Smart man.
I ignore it and finish up this damn meeting. By the end of it, my phone has gone off another three times. I’m sure it made me look fucking pathetic to the man in front of me, the man whose business I am purchasing, a small clinic, for the charity I am setting up in Sydney, Australia.
I walk back into my office once I’ve seen him out and I notice that Adriana is not at her desk. I glance at my watch, and it’s almost one in the afternoon.
I walk meaningfully to my desk and pull open the top drawer where I have my phone charging. There is a couple of missed calls from my mother and one from Isla. I chuckle to myself when I pull up the one text from Hadley.
Hi, Whiskey.
I type out a reply to her: How are you feeling, Rye?
It takes her a few minutes to reply and when she does I’m finalizing my Australian itinerary.
I’m hanging in there. I think that it’s just a cold, but your bed is keeping me warm.
I glance at the document in front of me before making an instant decision. I call her instead of texting her back because I need to hear her voice instead of reading it. She answers on the fourth ring. “Hi.”
“Rye. I need you to answer two questions for me, all right?”
“Uh, sure.”
“The first one is in regard to us. Did you mean what you said last night? That I don’t have to share you with another man?”
“Uhm, yes.”
I turn my head away from the phone and let out a breath of air. “Good, so then I can call you mine, correct?”
“Yours?” I hear the hesitation in her voice, but I keep pushing her regardless.
“Yes. You’re my girl. Do you agree to that?”
“You’re asking me this over the phone?”
“Not entirely. I’m simply clarifying.”
She giggles and I cannot wipe the smile off of my smug face. “Okay. Well, I hope that it’s clear now.”
“It is. Now for my second question, Rye.”
“Hit me with it,” she says. I can imagine she’s smiling.
“What are you doing in three days? And the week that follows it?”
“I guess I’ll just be getting into the swing of my new job. Why?”
When the fuck did she get a job? I ignore my controlling ego and take a seat at my desk.
“Do you have a passport?”
“I do. What’s going on?”
“Cancel anything you have planned for the next ten days. You’re coming with me.”
“Oh? And where, pray tell, are you dragging me to? A sex dungeon?”
“Sydney, Australia.”
“What?” she squeals loudly into the phone, causing me to pull it away from my ear.
“I’ll pay for anything that you need to get there, and we’ll fly out on Friday.”
She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds before I hear her clear her throat. “Okay.”
“Okay? I was expecting a fight about how little you know me.”
“I told you that I would try, Wade.”
The excitement that I hear in her voice is something that I haven’t heard before, and the knowledge that I put that there lights me on fire.
“Thank you. I have to go, and I’d like to see you later if you go home.”
“Goodbye, Whiskey.”
Seventy-two hours pass in the blink of an eye.
We’ve just boarded my private jet and Isla seems pissed as fuck at me. I’ve been all too consumed with Brass Global and spending my evenings talking to Hadley to remember to call Isla and inform her that Hadley would be joining us on this trip.
Isla takes a seat in one of the leather chairs and Hadley takes the one next to me. “Brass, when did this become your big idea?”
I glare at her, daring her to do this in front of Rye. “Big idea?”
“Yeah, bringing some woman you know next to nothing about on an overseas trip. These trips were supposed to be our thing.”
Hadley shifts uncomfortably in her seat, and I reach for her hand. I don’t need Isla’s bullshit right now. “Listen up, Madden. It was my fault for not telling you about her coming, but she’s with me, and you are well aware of that.”
“Mmm-hmm,” is all I get in return from Isla.
“It’s okay, Wade,” Hadley offers, carefully speaking without emotion lacing her words.
“The fuck it is,” I boom, anger rolling off of me in waves. “Isla. Quit your shit and accept it. Pull the dildo out of your ass and enjoy the goddamn trip.” The muscles in my neck strain as I fight the spat of words that I’d like to shove down her throat.
“Fine, but you owe me . . . again.”
“All right,” I say and reach for Hadley’s hand again, intertwining my fingers with hers. She’s looking out the window in an attempt to separate herself from my and Isla’s argument. Rage consumes my body knowing that Rye is now uncomfortable being here with us. It’s easy to tell: the subtle way that she angles her body away from me, and the fact that the corners of her lips are downcast.
I’ve been patient with Isla giving me shit regarding Rye, but enough is enough of this hot and cold behavior. I will not stand for it any longer. This onslaught of fury reminds me just how much I need Isla to support my decision to be with a woman. If I’m going to fight my battles, then she needs to be my goddamn cheerleader. The tension is palpable in the cabin; suffocating might be a better way to describe it.
The jet is stunning, designed in dark wood paneling and white leather seats with maroon accents around the interior. Everything feels extravagant when I’m around Wade as if this air of luxury follows him around constantly.
This is not normal.
I went from wanting sex with a normal dick to being on a private jet without sex. I won’t say that I haven’t brought on my own orgasm more than twice a day since I said that I would be exclusive with him, but he still hasn’t touched me—not since his hands roamed all over me in the shower.
I’m desperate for it, though. Anxious to fuck. I want to drown out the pain and stress of my past with sinking down on a dick and riding the hell out of it. It’s the only thing that works for me to get away from the demons in my head.
To say that I crave the man sitting next to me is an understatement because it’s much more than that: it’s a physical and mental need that I have to have met now that I’m his. He should be simplifying my life and my needs with being a constant, but he’s like water, slipping through my fingers.
I haven’t slept in the same bed with him since I had that cold because of how busy he’s been. I�
��m not looking for love: it’s inconvenient, consuming, and pointless. I’ve only agreed to be his in the sense of fucking him and only him because I don’t think that I’ll be able to take another cock without thinking about what he would feel like.
Deep down, though, I know that I’m lying to myself, but I allow myself to believe my own lies for now.
I look over at him after looking out of the window. I tried to distance myself after Isla made those comments about my interrupting their trip. I really don’t have a problem with her, but I think she might hinder any sexual activities that could occur on this trip.
I just want his hands on my body and his lips roaming over my burning skin. I sneak a glance at Isla, and she’s passed out for the moment. I unbuckle my seatbelt and stand up before straddling his lap. His eyes open, sleep filling them, but I can see the blizzard that he tries to hide from me. I can see his hard, cold need for me in those ocean-blue eyes. He’s my vitamin sea. I need him to maintain my health: my emotional, mental, and physical wellbeing.
“Rye,” he says with a raspy voice. It’s the sexiest sound.
“Shh.”
I run my hands over the back of his hair as his hands drift to my hips, settling me against him. Once he’s content with my position, he splays a hand at the small of my back to keep me in place as his cock hardens against my pussy.
My heart flutters and I’m completely unprepared when he thrusts his hips up to meet mine. He torments me with his lips brushing against my neck and across my shoulder. He makes his way back up to my jaw, which sends tingles of desire through my core until his lips finally find mine. Lust blooms in the place of desire as I circle my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss against his hungry mouth. His mouth is warm, and the caress of his tongue against mine is far more wanton than what he’s shown me before.
This kiss. It’s a promise to me that he’ll soon be burying himself in me, claiming me.
Warmth radiates between my legs as his rigid cock presses against my clit again. I stare at his seaside eyes the moment our lips part. Those perfectly soft lips of his have stolen my words and have coaxed a shiver to run down the length of my spine.
His hands move over my back, and I shut my eyes in preparation for another kiss filled with euphoric bliss. He captures my lips again, and pure, raw elation washes over me. He tastes like crisp fall air, spice, and whiskey. His hand moves up and clasps gently into the back of my hair, holding my lips to his.
The confidence that he bestows upon me is one of the few reasons why I’m trying this for him. I open my mouth against his firm lips, and his tongue takes full advantage of the move. The kiss changes from rough and hard to a soothing one. One that is slow, inexorable.
The kiss lingers between us for a few moments until he shifts sideways to look at me. He runs his thumb over my lower lip, making me squirm on his lap.
“Do you have any idea how much you turn me on? Ever since the first time I saw you in the elevator in Vegas, I haven’t been able to think of anything but burying my face between these thighs of yours and eating you until you lose control again and again. You’re intoxicating, Rye.”
The current between us burns me as he moves his hands to my thighs.
“I know the feeling, Whiskey.”
“I’ll be making you mine on this trip. Truly mine when I take what I’ve wanted to take over three weeks ago.”
I start to quiver in his lap just thinking about him penetrating me and sending me to a much-needed vaginal orgasm. I don’t know if my emotions are capable of handling what will happen between us afterward, but I cannot deny myself.
“You need to understand that I won’t fuck you just for pleasure. I’m going to fuck you to build this relationship and keep our souls content. I want it to be adventurous and a hit to your addiction that you won’t be able to get over. This won’t just be for fun; it will be to show you just how I feel about you.” His eyes never stray from mine as he tells me this.
“That sounds . . . intriguing.”
“I’m sure it does. Aside from my taking what belongs to me on this trip, I want you to accompany me to a few social events that I will need to attend.”
I glance over at Isla and frown. “I thought that she would be going with you.”
“I’d prefer to have my girlfriend on my arm, but if you’d rather not attend, then I can take her.”
Girlfriend? I decide not to question him, but I let the word soak in while I get lost in his gaze.
“Oh. No, I want to go, but won’t she be upset?”
“No, she prefers the beach and bikinis to my high-society functions.”
“If she doesn’t want to go, then I would really like to attend something with your fancy-ass.”
He chuckles and kisses me innocently before lifting me off of his lap and standing. “Good. Can I get you a whiskey?”
“Please. A rye if you have it.”
“Mmm, I’ve got all the Rye I need right here, baby,” he says, and he wraps his arms around my waist and presses his lips to mine again.
Isla clears her throat, and I quickly stop kissing him and glance over at her. I’m sure that I am the deepest shade of crimson. A sure-fire thing. I have no doubt about it, considering my cheeks feel like I’m burning under her gaze.
“I’ll take a rye too, please, Brass.”
“I think I’ll hog all of the Rye,” he says playfully while he lowers his hand to my ass.
Why the hell am I blushing like it’s going to wreck me? Holy shit. This man does something to me, and I’m not sure if it’s even natural.
Wade lets me go before walking across the cabin to pour three tumblers of whiskey and handing one to each of us.
“Hey Hadley?” she says as she takes a drink. “I want to apologize for being a bitch earlier. I’m just not used to having to share my best friend is all.”
I’m almost positive that my face has gone from a deep blush to a pale ghost white. “Uhm, it’s okay. Thank you for apologizing.”
“Sure thing. If I’m going to be stuck with your cute ass for the week, then I might as well get used to you now.”
I half-smile as Wade brings his arm around my waist. “I suppose that we are.”
He kisses the back of my head, and I relax into his touch, leaning a little closer to him, wondering what comes next in this relationship.
She smiles at the two of us. “You know . . . as much as I’m a bitch and I will probably continue to fight this relationship you two have . . . you do kind of look good together.”
He spins me around in his arms and locks them around me as I look up at him. He seems content and relaxed. “Come,” he says as he leads me to the back of the plane. “We need to adjust our bodies to the different time zone.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. We need to sleep in order to do so.”
“I’m not really someone who can sleep on a plane. Where are we going?”
“To the bedroom. Isla, are you good with the pull-out in here?”
“I sure am. ‘Night, you two.”
“’Night,” he says to her, and I notice that his speech is different around her. He’s not the billionaire and fancy-ass when he’s around Isla, and it makes me smile, knowing that there is something more behind his CEO façade. Sure, I’ve seen bits of it, but I don’t think that he has completely turned off his demanding CEO role around me as of yet.
We walk into the bedroom at the back of the jet, and it’s a lot more spacious than I thought it would be. I sit down at the end of the bed and watch as he undresses and hands me the shirt he was just wearing.
I take it willingly and see it as my cue to undress as well. I do so and fold my clothes, placing them on the side table before slipping his shirt on, not caring to button it up as I get under the sheets. He’s already in the bed and reaches for the light switch once I get settled.
“Tell me something that no one else knows about you.”
“Right now?”
“I don’t see why not,
” he says as he reaches for my hand under the sheets.
“Uhm . . . my . . . uh, my mother killed herself when I was ten,” I say softly, “but I don’t think that counts, considering Lola knows.”
“It does, yet doesn’t. You owe me another then.”
His arms come around me as he shifts to my side of the bed.
“Okay. I’ve never been outside of the United States before.”
“I think I’m going to enjoy being your first, Hadley.”
“For some reason, I really don’t doubt that for one second.”
He basically attacks me and rolls me onto my back as his body moves over mine. He seems to know that once he kisses my neck, I will crumple underneath him because it’s the first thing that his lips touch when he brings them down to my skin. One of his hands slides down to my waist as his lips move up and along my jaw.
His fingers trail down the side of my ribcage, and I’m suddenly ecstatic that I didn’t button up his shirt. I can hardly bear it as he caresses me, slowly and gently. He’s been making me wait for what seems like an eternity before he’ll touch me. He’s the only one that will be able to quench the thirst he has instilled throughout my body.
“You taste so good, Hads.”
“Wade . . . please.”
“Mmm. You know that I’ll put you first, and that’s what I’m going to do. I know you need me, but I’m not willing to strip you down bare yet. Not sexually anyway. When I have you away from the States I will, because you won’t have anywhere to run but back to me.”
“I wouldn’t run, Wade. You have to know that.”
“You can prove it to me when I finally sink into you.”
I moan at the thought of him inside of me and shift underneath him, looking for some kind of pressure to relieve the ache between my legs.
“I know, gorgeous. Resisting you has been the hardest thing I’ve done. You’re a temptress and one with my name written on your skin.”
“Please, just . . .” I plead with him, needing to feel more than what my heart is expelling, which is turning out to be more than I am able to handle.
“You haven’t begged me for anything in a while, Rye. Why? Is it because you’re accepting the fact that I won’t give it to you unless you give me what I want from you?”
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