Her hand wraps around and grabs my ass, pulling me closer to her. "You want me to come on command . . . you know what to do."
I thrust harder, using her breasts to keep steady. She inches up on her toes when I hit deep. "I love you. Only you. Always."
"Fuck." On the next thrust I start to come, before I even make it completely inside. I stop when my dick makes it all the way, letting myself finish. She turns her head to look at me. Grabbing the underside of her chin with one hand, I force her to look harder, and then kiss her deep and hard. "I love you too, Kambry. Even in my fucking weakness I still want only you. There is no moving on from those types of feelings."
I slowly pull out and pull my pants back up my legs. She turns around as she does the same with her underwear, and then adjusts her dress back into place. "I'll be your strength when you're weak, just like I did this past weekend. Just don't leave me again. Yesterday was hell. I know we haven't really talked it out since we got into the house last night because we were more worried about making up from being apart, but I'm going to risk killing our mood to say this."
She wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me closer. "I love you, Sax. It's not just words to me. The feelings are very real. You hurt me. You walked out on us without even talking to me. I could've been harder and made you grovel more, but the fact is that you've been through enough in the past with a girl. I'm not going to add to it. That's not me. In the future, promise me you'll talk to me before you make a decision again that could alter both of our lives. Things are going to get harder at some point. We've been in a honeymoon phase since we met. This is the beginning of real life. This trip. We're bringing family into this now, and I'm sure it's not the end."
"Sometimes men are idiots. That's all I've got. But, the important thing is that when you force yourself into a decision, you're also forced to live as if it were real, and I know for a fact I don't want a life without you. Worst two days of my life. I was a drunk the entire time, so that I promise."
Her demeanor changes, as if we didn't just have a completely serious conversation, and a smile emerges from hiding. "How are we supposed to discretely make our way back to our seats?"
"Do you want the good news first or the bad?"
"There's bad?"
"Okay, well, maybe just not so good."
She breathes out. "Uh, bad."
"There's about a ninety-eight percent chance everyone will know we just fucked in the bathroom. Welcome to the mile high club, baby." I shine a completely synthetic grin.
Her eyes widen. "And the good news?"
"We'll be in New York by this afternoon and we'll never see any of these people again."
"Nothing good ever comes from our rendezvous in public."
"That's not true," I say as I open the door. "One hell of an orgasm comes from it. I would say that's a damn good outcome."
"Of course you're going to find the simplest response," she retorts as she inches past me.
"Nope, just the most logical."
I follow her out the door, the flight attendant turning her head toward us as we make our way down the aisle to our seats. She just shakes her head and goes back to what she was doing.
I take my seat beside Kambry and wrap my arm around her, pulling her into me, and then spread the blanket over her. "Be thinking of a New York bucket list."
She settles against me. "I'm just thankful to be going. I don't care what we do as long as I'm with you."
"I still want to know at least one thing you've always wanted to do there. It can be anything, big or small. Okay?"
"Okay," she says with a sleepy voice. Can we take a nap?"
"Sure, beautiful. Jet lag will set in before long."
I lay my cheek on top of her head and close my eyes. "Sax?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks for bringing me along. There's so much I've already gotten to experience because of you."
"I'm the one that should be thanking you, Kambry. I promise I'll show you the world before I die, one way or another."
She says nothing more. I'm guessing she's already dozing off.
New York here we come. Be good to her . . . She deserves the best that you have to offer.
Chapter Two
Kambry
Saxton wraps his arm around me as we walk side-by-side through the terminal: the final one. Thank goodness. I'm just going to throw it out there that layovers suck. I'm tired and excited all rolled into one, and that is not the best combination. I feel like I'm spracked out on shots of espresso, yet my mind is telling me to calm the hell down. Changing time zones twice can be draining.
"You feel okay?"
I look up at him and he kisses me. "Yeah, just a little physically drained, but not sleepy."
"Good, because someone looks excited to meet you," he says with a smile on his face.
I look out in front of me as we make our way into the waiting area. A beautiful girl with long, chocolate brown hair curled into bouncing waves hitting mid center of her back is standing with a purse hanging in the bend of her arm and a grin on her face, waving. All of her features are darker than his like her skin-tone, her eyes, and her hair, but she has the dimples to match Saxton. She's a little shorter, and has the perfect figure. She's fit, like she works for it, but has curves that would make any girl jealous. My stomach is working overtime. Why am I so nervous?
I glance back at Sax and he has that panty-melting smile on his face that he graces me with every once in a while. It makes my heart skip a beat. He's happy, and that's easy to see. "What if she doesn't like me?" I whisper in question.
"That's crazy. No one would dislike you."
I clutch the strap of my purse into my fist, trying to calm down. This isn't easy for me . . . meeting someone new. I lack necessary skills to feel comfortable in the presence of unfamiliar people, at least on a personal level. I hate that about myself. I take a deep breath, trying to even out the nerves shooting off like firecrackers in all directions.
Saxton releases me as we close in on her, and then he grabs her in a tight hug, leaving me standing here . . . awkwardly at that. He rocks his body side-to-side, clearly trying to take his time. I feel like an intruder. I glance to my left and right, taking in all of the people in each direction. "Kambry," he says.
I glance back at him, now looking at me. "This is Tynleigh, my sister."
"Hi," I state, awkwardly. "It's nice to finally meet you."
Her smile continues to grow from the original, and she walks toward me, her arms outstretched. She wraps me in a hug, squeezing tight. I return the gesture, trying to be polite. "Thank you," she says in my ear, for only me to hear.
Thank you? "For what?"
"Being someone different, for loving my brother, and for making him happier than I've seen him in a long time. That's clear just by looking at him."
"It's pretty easy, honestly. He's an amazing guy."
"Well, it takes a special girl to pull his attention still, so I think we will be great friends, Kambry. Welcome to New York."
She releases me and looks between the two of us. "What's first on the itinerary?"
Saxton is still gleaming, looking between the two of us. "Me - I don't care. My two best girls are in the same place. We could stare at pigeon shit in silence and I'd still be happy. It's up to Kambry. She's never been here before. I have."
Tynleigh looks at me. "Never?"
I shake my head. "I didn't really get out much until I graduated. My parents weren't really the traveling kind."
"Well, Kambry, it's a good thing I'm your tour guide, because I rock, and I know all of the best kept New York secrets. Come on, let's get the baggage and then go hail a cab and we'll decide the first course of action."
"Okay."
Saxton grabs my hand as she turns and walks away, leading us. "Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"You didn't say she looked like Miss America. You could have warned me."
He laughs out loud. "I'm sure her ego would love that. If y
ou've ever thought I'm cocky, she's about a hundred times worse. It's actually concerning at times."
"If I looked like that I'd be cocky too."
He stops, pulling on my hand as I keep going. I look at him. "What?"
"You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you?"
I squint my eyes. "I mean, I would say I'm a hard six."
His eyes widen, bigger than I've ever seen them. "A six? Are you fucking kidding?"
"Uh, no. I wasn't. Too high?"
He rubs his hand over his face, and then looks at his sister, that has now stopped, most likely because we have. "T."
"Yeah."
"On a scale from one to ten, what would you classify Kambry?"
"Hard nine. Eh, easy ten. Why?"
"Because Kambry seems to think she's a hard six."
"Six? Oh no, girl. Your rack alone puts you at an eight. Then factor in the small figure and model face, and we're looking at a nine." She tilts her head right and then left, before speaking again. "That's without factoring in your lips - what we call dick-sucking lips. The blonde hair and blue eyes give you a bonus, because it makes guys think of Barbie. Easy ten."
I glance at Saxton, whom now has a heated gaze as he stares back at me, his sight directed at my lips. Of course all he heard of that was dick-sucking lips. Are we really having this conversation? He shrugs his shoulders when his eyes finally set on mine. "What? You weren't going to believe me. I'm fucking you."
I smack his arm. "Would you be a little quieter?"
"Uh, no. When you're fucking the hottest girl on the planet, you don't strive for privacy, because there are most likely already handfuls of guys in this airport that has thought about it upon glancing at you, so as your boyfriend, I make that shit known. You're off the market."
"You're ridiculous. Y'all are related. It's a biased answer."
"If you were a hard six she would have told you. She doesn't give a shit about feelings . . . most of the time. She's blunt. How the hell do you think she has the job she has? You don't make it in New York being nice. People here are a different breed than what you're used to."
"You're freaking me out."
"It's the truth. It's just a different world here. It's fast paced. People have no choice but to be that way. There are too many people and it's constant competition."
"We need to get to baggage claim if the two of you want to have your clothes."
He grabs my hand and pulls me along behind her. I can't believe I'm in New York. My parents would be livid if they knew what all I was doing; yet still, I don't care.
We stop at a rolling belt, spitting out pieces of luggage one after another. I watch each one, waiting on the bright pink one to emerge. Saxton's black rolling suitcase comes out and he grabs it off the belt. Several more come out after his, but not mine. I'm beginning to get concerned when it finally does. As it circles around Saxton grabs it, setting it upright for me.
"Thank you."
He kisses my lips and then grabs my hand. "Be thinking about that bucket list."
We walk through the airport that resembles an ant colony to me: everyone running in different directions, passing each other by. We follow behind his sister. "There is this one thing."
He smiles at me. "It's about time. Tell me."
"Okay, promise not to laugh?"
"I promise not to laugh in a cruel manner. Tell me."
"Okay, so, when I was in fifth grade, I had this teacher. I remember she took a trip here, and when she came back she spent a small period of class telling us about it. The way she described it was so vivid and colorful. It was almost like being there. The thing that stood out the most, though, was when she spoke of this toy store - FAO Schwarz I think was the name. The details just made it seem like something you couldn't pass up. She brought back these candy bubbles. They were edible. I remember thinking that was the coolest thing I've ever seen. I've wanted to go there since."
His hand moves to my shoulders, wrapping around me. He kisses my temple. "That may be one bucket list wish I can't give you."
I look at him, and the look on his face shatters my soul. I didn't even know there was such a feeling. "Why the sad look? It was just a thought."
"Because I want you to be able to do everything, and something like that is such a simple request. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it shut down, baby; just last year at that. I went once. It was pretty cool. It had this huge floor piano that you could step on the keys. Cool as hell. Massive place full of high-end toys, but mostly just a tourist attraction. It's really a shame it shut down."
We finally make it outside the main doors, stopping curbside next to a yellow cab. Tynleigh opens the door and pokes her head inside, and then the cab driver steps out as the trunk opens. Saxton grabs my bag from me and lowers the handle, before putting both inside the trunk and guiding me to the door.
I scoot along the leather seat, stopping in the middle next to Tynleigh, and Saxton gets in beside me, shutting the door. "Why don't we go to my apartment and the two of you can relax while I go finish some stuff at work, and then tonight I'll take you both somewhere. Plus, I know you guys will want some alone time anyway to explore while you're here. I've managed to get some time off, but I still have to be in and out of the office a little bit each day. Will that work?"
Saxton wraps his arm around me and tugs on Tynleigh's brown hair. "I'm good. What about you, beautiful?"
I look up at him. "Sure. That's fine."
Tynleigh rattles off an address to the cab driver that doesn't mean a hill of beans to me, given the fact that I don't know where anything in this city is. The cab pulls out into the street. The further we get into city traffic, the more things start catching my attention. It's like nothing I've ever seen before.
Incidentally my body starts drifting toward Saxton, my face headed for the window. My hand perches on his thigh as I glance out, building by building passing us by. Okay, well, I guess technically we're the ones doing the passing, but I've never physically seen buildings this tall and close together. Sure, Los Angeles is huge and has similarities, but this is just . . . different somehow. They go on and up for miles, most full of glass windows from bottom to top. I feel like an emoticon right now: a happy one with a gaping mouth.
An arm loops around my waist. "Come here, baby. Sit in my lap."
I glance at Saxton, just now realizing I'm completely invading his personal space. "I'm sorry. This is rude."
When I try to back up to my space of the bench seat, he pulls me toward him. "Don't be crazy. I should have offered you the window seat. Come here."
He forces me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist to hold me here. "This is awkward. I'm sure your sister doesn't want to see me sitting on top of you."
She glances up from her cell phone as the words exit my mouth. "Nope, not bothering me." She winks. "I kind of like seeing him like this. Gives me blackmail material for later. Hell, who knows . . . I may even get a little inspiration for an article."
I laugh. "Well, we probably won't be that entertaining."
I look back out the window, traffic moving slower now. Saxton sits up and aligns our bodies together. "I love seeing you like this," he whispers into my ear.
Chills travel down my body, my eyes closing, but only for a moment. "Like what?"
"When you fall in love with something for the first time."
I stop breathing. My throat feels closed off, and my attempt to swallow is unsuccessful. The way he says it is with so much reverence it's terrifying. "You say that like you've witnessed it before."
The words came out before I instructed them, but he doesn't seem bothered by them. "I have. I just didn't recognize the action then, because the blinders were in the way. I'll never forget it, though, and each time I witness it again, it makes the memory of the first time so much stronger."
"And the first time was when?" I continue looking out the window, the two of us speaking lowly back and forth, no longer paying much attention to o
ur surroundings. My heart stopped beating in a steady rhythm. He does this to me. It never dulls from the last time either. I feel completely out of control in his grasp. His chin is pressed forward over my shoulder so that we can talk without everyone hearing us.
"When you fell in love with me."
"You could tell?"
"Yeah, it just took me a little while to understand what I was seeing. You have this look about you when your heart is falling for something. It's indescribable. I knew it was different at first, but like I said it took me some time to catch on. I don't know. It sounds fucking corny unless you see it I guess."
I will not cry like a damn sappy girl. My god, who says stuff like that and looks like him? He puts most guys to shame. In moments like these, I feel like a writer sat down and wrote out a list of the perfect guy to capture the hearts of women all over the world, and then like the fairy godmother on Cinderella, Bibbidi Bobbidi booed him to life.
I want to kiss him so bad right now, because I'm the one lucky girl that gets to kiss him anytime she wants. I want to commit his lips to memory over and over again, so that he never forgets how much I love him. "It's not corny. Not to me. At least you know that I am . . . in love with you."
"Our stop," Tynleigh says, reminding me that it's not just the two of us in this cab. He nibbles on the lobe of my ear and runs his lips down the length of my neck. My body jerks to the point I feel like someone about to have a seizure. I slide off of him and he lets me. My body is reacting to him. Instead of exiting on his side, I follow Tynleigh, leaving Saxton where he is. I hear a deep-throated laugh behind me, causing me to flip him the bird over my shoulder. Asshole.
Standing on the curb, I look up at the tall building before me. Wow. Vertigo starts to set in from looking up too long, causing me to sway. Tynleigh loops her arm around mine. "Come on. I'll show you to the place you'll call home when the two of you come to visit. On the mental count of three, add some sway in your step. It's clear you're fresh meat. You're hanging with the big girls now, so you'll play like one."
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