Tomorrow: Kingsley series book 1

by Haylee Thorne

  “We just need a quick moment if you don’t mind,” Jill says in an overly sweet tone as she smiles big and begins to drag me toward my bedroom.

  “Take all the time you need. I’ll be in the car.”

  Mika winks at me and turns on his heel.

  Jill drags me into my bedroom.

  “Raeva Lindsey Ray, what in the actual fuck?”

  I raise my eyebrow.

  “What?”

  “Oh no you don’t! Don’t you dare ‘what’ me! You seriously downplayed whatever is going on between you two.”

  Her voice sounds annoyed. She assesses me for a moment like only she can.

  “Holy crap on a cracker. Baby girl, what I just witnessed, that was…that was something else.”

  For some reason, until she stood before me and pointed it out, I thought I was exaggerating this thing in my head. I simply nod at her statement.

  “Rae, that man is intense. And the way you react to him…I have never seen you like this. And honestly, I’m not sure if I should be elated or worried as hell. But shit, if you don’t get your ass in the car with that sexy ass man, I will!”

  She throws her arms around me and hugs me hard.

  “Now go!” she barks. “Before I throw you out.”

  I kiss her cheek, grinning widely as I turn to leave.

  I take a deep breath before I step out of the front door. Here we go.

  We are enroute to the airport and I cannot deny or hide the fact that I am nervous. Excited…but nervous. But, as Mika’s hand finds mine, I feel better. He pulls me toward him and I rest my head on his shoulder. Mika plants a gentle kiss on my head. My nostrils are tickled by his scent; a combination of his earthy cologne and an incredible smelling laundry detergent. I close my eyes and let the smell of him wash over me.

  “I can’t begin to tell you how elated I am that you are joining me on this trip.”

  He gently strokes my cheek and guides my head to face him. Our eyes meet and in that instant, every last sliver of doubt vanishes. The tender look in his eyes as he gazes into mine is my undoing. My mouth finds his and takes it in a gentle kiss, shivers running down my spine as his big hands frame my face. He kisses me back with an intensity that leaves my head spinning, preventing me from overthinking. We don’t let up—or come up for air—until we reach the airport. The sound of Sean clearing his throat effectively brings us back to reality.

  “We have arrived at the airport, sir,” he says, clearly unable to hide his amusement.

  “I’ve taken the liberty to call ahead and everything is ready to go. We are cleared for takeoff.”

  I cannot see my face but I can feel myself turning bright red. I can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed about our make out session in front of Sean. Why is it that my inhibitions go straight out the window where Mika is concerned?

  “So are you going to tell me where you are taking me?” I ask, trying to change the subject.

  Mika’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree and I watch his beautiful mouth curl into that sexy as sin smile. My knees instantly become weak and a blissful sigh escapes my lips.

  “I could tell you…but why spoil the fun?”

  I can’t help but giggle when he bestows me with a giddy, boyish expression. Somewhere in the back of my mind I slightly start to panic. I’m about to get on a plane with this man—whom I barely know—to an undisclosed location. Am I nuts? What in the heck am I doing? Anxiety washes over me. Mika seems to have an uncanny ability to detect my feelings. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.

  He kisses my temple sweetly before he whispers, “I promise you, it will be okay. I will take good care of you, Sweet Pea.”

  I feel some of my anxiety melt away.

  “How about I text Jill and let her know exactly where we are going to be? Will that make you feel better?”

  I nod my head. Mika fishes his phone out of his pocket and punches in a text. Smiling brightly, he says, “Done, feel better now?”

  I plant a kiss on his cheek to let him know that I indeed feel much, much better. Mika takes my hand in his and leads the way. I look around and notice that we are not at the main entrance of the airport. It seems to be a private entrance.

  “Hey wait, what about our luggage?” I ask.

  “Sean will get those, Sweet Pea,” Mika says as he gently pulls me along.

  I look back at Sean, who is gathering our luggage onto a cart.

  “Wait! My purse…”

  “You won’t need it, baby.”

  “But it has my…what about my passport?”

  Mika gently caresses my face with the back of his hand. “Trust me,” he replies. “Sean has everything under control.”

  We go into a separate entrance where we are greeted by a very attractive stewardess. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a tight bun, which brings out her amazing cheekbones and her teeth are pearly white and perfectly straight. Her uniform is almost too tight to be considered professional, and her skirt is very short. I can’t decide if her skirt looks so short because she has amazing legs that go for miles, which only seem longer due to her four-inch heels.

  “Hello Mr. Kingsley, welcome,” she greets Mika brightly before turning to me.

  She nods her head slightly.

  “Hello, welcome Miss... ?” she says, her tone a few degrees from arctic.

  It dawns on me then that the reaction women have when I am with Mika is quite astonishing.

  “This is my girlfriend, Raeva Ray. Ms. Ray and I are ready to board. Is everything ready for us, Claire?”

  Mika releases my hand and places his hand on my waist. He pulls me closer, and kisses my temple.

  Whoa! Did he just say girlfriend?

  I sheepishly smile at the stewardess, who at this point is blatantly shooting daggers from her eyes.

  “Certainly Mr. Kingsley, Ms. Ray. Follow me, please.”

  We follow Claire and bypass customs, where I’m surprised nobody asks for my passport. I wonder if I look as out of place as I feel. Did he actually just introduce me as his girlfriend? It’s only minutes later when we board the plane and I’m positive I’ve never set foot on anything as luxurious as this before.

  “Oh wow…a private plane…” I breathe.

  I look around the impressive vessel, wide-eyed.

  I find myself overwhelmed with all the extravagance surrounding me. This is too much. I mean…a private jet?

  “Sit, Sweet Pea,” Mika tells me, his tone both gentle and commanding.

  How does he do that?

  I peek up at Mika, who flashes me a sweet smile. I oblige and lower myself into a beautiful—and comfortable—oversized white leather chair. Mika takes the seat beside me. He studies my face intently.

  “What’s wrong, Raeva?”

  Without thinking I answer. “You told that woman that I’m your girlfriend.” I can barely look at him so I look down at my feet.

  “Raeva, look at me,” he urges. “Did you not like me calling you that?”

  I look up and our eyes lock. The flash of hurt I see in his eyes, causes my chest to tighten. “I…I liked it…a lot,” I stammer.

  I feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I cannot deny that it felt good. I wanted that stewardess to know that I had some kind of claim on him, even when I wasn’t sure that I did. But of course, I don’t tell him all of that.

  “Good. That’s settled then,” he says, smirking.

  Wait…what?

  My eyebrow raises up. “What is settled?”

  He chuckles. “I already told you sweet Raeva, you are mine. I’m not letting you go and I want everyone to know that you belong to me and with me.”

  I look at him, dumbfounded. Mika leans in and, just before his lips touch mine, he whispers. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

  “Oh, now you ask? Isn’t that point moot now since you’ve already introduced me as such?” I snicker.

  The grin that paints his face makes my heart quiver. “Just a formality, Sweet Pea.”


  I silence the little voice in my head that tells me to be rational, to get to know this man better, but all logic goes out the window when it comes to Mika. My heart wins out. I return his smile and answer him. “Then yes, Mika. I don’t think I’d love anything more than being your girlfriend.”

  Our lips collide and I’m wallowing in what I can only describe as euphoric bliss.

  Mika’s excitement is evident and infectious. We have been on board for about twenty minutes and although I never been a fan of flying, I feel safe and at ease with Mika.

  “So, Sweet Pea, would you like a tour? I think we still have some time before takeoff. Sean will let us know when he’s ready to fly.”

  “Sean is flying us?”

  “He has many talents,” Mika chuckles. “Besides, he’s excited. The Gulf is his baby.”

  “The Gulf?”

  “The jet, Sweet Pea. It’s a Gulfstream 5 / V / SP / 500. This baby has a range of 6,500 nautical miles and it’s been completely customized.”

  “I really have no idea what any of that means. Well, I understand the customized part…”

  Mika leans in and plants a kiss on my forehead.

  “That’s what’s great about you. You’re always honest…no pretenses. So refreshing,” he says as he gently strokes my cheek with his thumb.

  “Come, let me show you around.”

  Mika leads me around the very spacious jet. The jet seats eight people quite comfortably and I find myself studying the beautifully designed cabin. The plane’s interior is done up in several shades of white, which would be clinical were it not for the bursts of color provided by the art displayed generously, but not overwhelming, all over the cabin. In fact, had I just seen pictures of this beautiful space I would have never guessed it was a plane.

  “I don’t know much about planes but this one is quite exquisite,” I tell him.

  I detect more than a hint of pride in his voice when he answers.

  “Mikaela designed the interior. That’s what she loves to do, decorate and design. You should take a look at her clothing line. She designs stunning clothes. In fact, the dress you wore the other night is one of her designs.”

  “Wow! Color me impressed! I absolutely adored that dress!”

  The mention of her name brings up the question.

  “Will you be okay leaving Mikaela? I mean, I know it’s just for a few days but…”

  The rest of my thoughts die on my lips when I see the look on his face. It’s so tender, so loving, that it floors me into silence.

  Mika cups my face with his hands and gently brushes my lips with his. He rests his forehead against mine, his beautiful blue irises piercing into my dark brown ones.

  “Hardwick will be at her side while we are gone, Sweet Pea. We all grew up together. He will take excellent care of her,” he says as he pulls me toward the back of the plane. “Her best friend Becky will continue to sit with her at night and Sasha, her other best friend, will be there too. She’s been out of town—I’m sure she has told me where—but, well, you’ll see what I mean when you meet her. She’s kind of intense.”

  I chuckle because it is clear to me that she makes him uncomfortable but he accepts her for his sister. He adores Mikaela, that much is obvious.

  There is a small, fully stocked bar with two high chairs in front of it. There is tiny a bathroom right across from it, which Mika quickly shows me. He seems impatient as he pulls me along a little further.

  “Now this is my favorite part of the Gulf,” Mika says as he winks at me.

  We enter a surprisingly spacious bedroom. There is enough room for a king size bed and I immediately notice the silk sheets. The room is aesthetically pleasing and bursting with color. Different shades of teal and yellow make it feel homey while the décor keeps things elegant.

  “There is a bathroom back there if you want to freshen up in a bit but I think it’s time for us to sit down now. We should wait to get to about 10,000 feet up in the air before we walk around.”

  Mika takes my hand and leads me back to our seats. When I sit he expertly buckles me in, all the while his eyes never leaving mine. His beautiful lips curl into a sexy smile and all I seem to be able to think about is how much I want to kiss that amazingly talented mouth of his. He grants me my unspoken request and leans down, capturing my mouth with his. The kiss is passionate and wonderfully deep, but unfortunately cut short. The stewardess approaches and clears her throat.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Kingsley? Sean told me to inform you that we are about to take off. Are you ready to take your seat?” She smiles brightly at him, not sparing me a glance.

  Mika bites my bottom lip playfully before he pulls away. I’m already putty in his hands; I begrudgingly think to myself.

  Mika sinks into the seat beside me and as he buckles himself in he looks up and tells the girl, “Okay Claire, let him know we are ready for takeoff.”

  Before I even look at her, I know she’s blushing heavily.

  “Certainly, Mr. Kingsley.”

  She turns on her heel, looking flustered, and disappears into the cockpit. This man has an inconceivable effect on the female species. For reasons I cannot explain, I feel myself getting highly annoyed with the girl. Am I jealous? I force myself to look out the window and pretend to be engrossed with what’s going on out there. Mika takes my hand in his and gives it a little squeeze.

  “Is everything okay, Raeva?”

  I smile and simply nod my head. Mika winks at me and leans in to whisper in my ear. “Don’t worry baby, we will pick up where we left off soon enough.”

  And just that simple statement sets my loins on fire.

  It isn’t long after we reach 10,000 feet when the stewardess reappears to announce we have reached altitude and to ask Mika if she can get anything, anything at all, for him. I immediately love Mika’s response. With his gaze fixed on my face, he responds.

  “I have everything I need right here, thank you.”

  She smiles tightly when she turns to face me and begrudgingly asks me the same. Why does this woman get under my skin? I break eye contact with Mika and smile at her with all the friendliness I can muster and decline.

  “I have exactly what I need, too. Thank you, Claire.”

  She just nods and takes her leave. I watch her walk away and when I turn to look at Mika he’s right in front of me. He unbuckles me and in a hot second I’m pulled into his strong arms. He wraps my legs around his waist as his lips find his favorite spot on my neck. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” he whispers into my nape.

  “And I love the easy access…” he growls as he destroys my panties.

  He rips them apart in one fluid motion with such amazing ease. My heart catches in my throat as he lifts the shredded garment to his face and fully inhales the scent of me, all of my day long pent-up desire for him, his eyes closing as hunger spreads across his face.

  One hand fists into my hair while the other holds me up and simultaneously caresses my backside. Our mouths find each other and our tongues collide. The kiss is passionate and frantic, as if we are on the verge of starving, and need to sate our hunger for each other. And I am. I am truly starving for him, in every sense of the word. I have lost all track of external awareness and everything falls away. My hands fly up into his hair, stroking and pulling, as we continue our passionate osculation. I feel the evidence of his want pressing against me, which only fuels my fire. The sudden shock of a cold surface threatens to rudely awaken me from the fog I’m in, but before I can even fully comprehend his intent, he deposits me on top of the bar. His hands pull the most intimate part of me to his mouth roughly and with determination. I moan quite loudly as he takes that little bundle of nerves between his lips and sucks—hard. He’s licking me thoroughly using lengthy, quintessential strokes, claiming his prize with his eager mouth. It’s not long before he brings me to an earth-shattering orgasm. He doesn’t give me a second to recover as he continues his sweet oral assault. Suddenly he thrusts two fingers in
to me and I gasp vehemently in pleasure.

  “Yes, Sweet Pea, let me hear you baby,” he growls as his fingers stroke my walls. He’s plunging in and out of me while his delicious mouth is paying equally perfect attention to my clit. He finds that special spot deep within my walls and strokes it with unmatched determination and, all too soon, I am screaming his name as I come again. Somewhere in the background I hear the unbuckling of a belt.

  “You have no fucking idea how badly I want you, we need to get on some kind of birth control. I want to bury my cock in you bare so that I can feel every perfect inch of you,” he says as he teases my opening with his member, stroking along my sensitive folds.

  I can barely stand it, my need for him putting me on the edge of desperation.

  “I’m on the pill,” I whimper.

  Mika’s eyes light up light a kid in a candy store with access to unlimited amounts of candy.

  “Thank fuck,” he growls as he plunges into me with one fierce stroke, filling me up completely to the hilt.

  I gasp, not even caring that the sudden invasion slightly stings. Instead I welcome the pain, relishing his fullness completely.

  “Holy fuck, you feel amazing Raeva,” he breathes.

  He pulls out slowly and then thrusts into me again ferociously, never faltering in his sweet, agonizingly fast rhythm. My nails are digging into his back as I desperately try to absorb the multitude of his strokes by meeting his thrusts. I whimper as he moans. The sounds he’s making are only turning me on more. I feel the now familiar tingle of a spectacular orgasm building inside of me when my eyes suddenly lock onto a pair of icy irises. Behind a privacy curtain on the other side of the cabin stands Claire, the stewardess, staring at us in shock. Envy is written all over her face and instead of feeling mortified, I feel justified. I have this overwhelming need to make her understand that he’s mine.

  I delay breaking eye contact and in a snap decision—one that I would never have guessed I’d make—I look her straight in the eye as I tell Mika, “Yes…oh god Mika…don’t stop.”

  He obliges, pumping into me harder, faster. My eyes roll to the back of my head and all I can focus on are the glorious waves that wash over me. Mika loudly follows me seconds later, my name falling from his lips like a serenade. When I peek, Claire has disappeared, but at this point I’m too deliciously delirious to even care. Mika scoops me up and carries me to the bedroom, taking me straight into the bathroom.