Gravity (Wilde Boys Book 1)

by Sara Cate

  “Fuck, I want to kiss you right now,” he growls into the mic. My heart practically flies out of my chest. His hand is kneading my inner thigh, and I can’t stop shifting in my seat. When his mouth lands on my bare arm, planting warm wet kisses against my skin, I let out a strangled cry.

  “Keep us steady,” he commands again as his lips move upward, moving one side of my headphones aside so he can kiss my neck. I can’t breathe anymore. I’m fairly certain at this point we’ve already crashed and I’m dead.

  Alistair is kissing me, his lips on my body, and God, I wish I could feel them on my mouth. The risk and the danger only makes this passion burn brighter.

  “Move your hand up,” I gasp, and he does, as if he was waiting for permission. He groans through the mic as he slides to the apex of my thighs, massaging his fingers against the moist fabric of my underwear. A high-pitched moan flies out of my mouth. Am I dreaming?

  “Are you still scared?” he asks, his mouth next to my ear. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head from the deep rumble of his voice and the taunting tone of his words.

  I shake my head.

  “That’s my girl.” He keeps up his touch over my panties, finding my clit and rubbing soft circles there to tease me.

  “Take the controls,” I gasp, ready to let go.

  “You’re doing great,” he replies before kissing my neck with such force, I nearly scream.

  “Wait, can people...hear us?” I ask in a breathy cry.

  “No, it’s a closed system.” Then, he pulls my panties aside and slowly pushes a finger in my soaking heat. I barely manage to hold the helicopter steady as a pleasure-laced cry leaves my lips. “God, I wish they could,” he says as he pumps his finger in and out.

  “Alistair, let’s land this thing, please,” I beg, my hips nearly lifting off the seat.

  “And miss the chance to see you come at ten thousand feet?”

  His lips are still on my neck with an eye on the instruments as we course through the sky, making slight turns to circle the island, which I assume he’s controlling since I’m so focused on keeping us level.

  I figure out that I can handle the controls with one hand and I quickly move the other to the front of his pants, desperate to touch him. The thick bulge in his pants makes me gasp as I start stroking him over the fabric.

  He lets out a husky groan that I feel vibrate through my body from the contact of his lips on my neck. Pulling my hand away from him, he picks up speed with his fingers on my clit.

  “Keep it steady, Zara,” he repeats, and I feel myself tensing, struggling to keep my eyes open as my climax races toward me.

  “Oh fuck,” I cry as my body fights against the seatbelts, and I slam a hand against the door to gain leverage, coming hard on his hand.

  “Holy shit, that was beautiful,” he moans while I try to regain the ability to breathe. We’re still level, in the air and not dead. The adrenaline runs through my body as I reach for him again.

  “Take the controls. Do it fast.” I’m manic now. The shake in my hands is intense, and as much as I love him touching me, right now I need him to put this thing on the ground so we can touch each other without dying.

  “Okay, let’s land this fucking thing,” he barks before grinding hard against my hand. The helicopter starts to turn, moving us in an easy rotation and circling back around until we’re going the same way we came.

  The spark in my belly is now a raging fire. What is going to happen when we land? I know what I want to happen, but I’m not exactly making clear-minded decisions right now.

  Once we’re back to going straight and the controls are in his hands, I can spot Del Rey in the distance, and it’s my turn to do the torturing.

  My hands roam over his slim fitting shorts, searching for the button while rubbing the bulging erection at his groin. He groans into the headset.

  We’re hauling now. I didn’t realize helicopters could even go this fast, and if I wasn’t so busy trying to free Alistair’s cock from his pants, I'd be terrified.

  “Jesus fuck,” he shouts once I get his zipper down and my hand around him. His hips jerk as I pump him from the base to the head.

  This is happening. I can’t believe this is fucking happening. I’m holding Alistair’s cock in my hand, marveling at how fucking beautiful it is, so smooth and the perfect shade of pink. Does it look like Nash’s?

  No, fuck that. I can’t think that.

  Is he thinking that? Is he thinking about the fact that I’ve fucked his son twice on top of giving him the wildest blow job of my life? No way. If he is, he’s handling it well.

  “Please don't stop,” he groans, and as we approach the house, a sad feeling hollows out my stomach. Nash is down there. Once we land, we will no longer be in this safe space where only we exist. Nash could see us.

  Will he even care? He’s said himself this thing between us is not real. But we’ve grown so close this month, I’d hate for him to be crushed by seeing me with his dad.

  I almost panic when it looks like we’re going to fly into the helipad way too fast. But we soar right over the house. Then I remember there’s a small landing pad on the opposite side of the island by the hangar where Alistair keeps a whole fleet of aircraft.

  When he starts to bring the helicopter down, my stomach flies up to my throat. “Okay, lean back.” he says, pushing me into my seat. Letting go of his cock, I do as he says. The landing is fast and not as soft as last time, but he brings it down with skill. Once we’re on the ground, he does a few quick things, flipping switches as the motor stops and the blades slow.

  “Take those fucking shorts off,” he barks at me, and I’m quick to obey, shimmying them down my legs in anticipation.

  Finally, he reaches for me, and I jump into his arms. The aircraft is tiny, but I’m barely able to climb over until I’m straddling him in his seat. His hands gather my face and he pulls my lips to his in a crushing kiss. It steals my breath as our mouths meet. The soft friction of our tongues sends a rush of heat to my already burning core.

  The sudden intimacy of our first kiss stops my frantic heart. We may no longer be in the air, but we’re alone in this kiss, and that’s all that matters.

  My hands are back on his cock, and I squeeze tightly, pumping my hand just to enjoy the way it makes his hips jerk and twitch.

  “Fuck, Zara,” he pants.

  “I need you,” I answer him.

  “We can’t,” he grunts, his mouth against mine.

  I don’t stop working his cock as he reaches his hand under my ass to peel my panties aside. As his finger sinks inside me, I rocket my hips toward him.

  “Please, Alistair,” I cry.

  With his mouth devouring my neck and chest, he lets out a low growl, pulling out one of my breasts out and running his tongue over the pink bud of my nipple. At this point, I’ve soaked my panties, and he keeps up his movement with his finger, coating me with my own arousal.

  “I’m gonna come in your hand right now,” he says in a breathy gasp.

  His thumb finds my clit, running furious circles that make it hard to breathe. My mouth never wants to leave his lips, loving the way he tastes and the gentle scratch of his beard on my skin. Two fingers dive deep from the back, and I’m no longer swimming slowly toward my second orgasm. I’m flying full speed, accelerating with every touch.

  He takes a gentle bite on the flesh of my breast, and I come again, my legs seizing and my spine curling. My body wrestles against the tight space while the prickling heat of pleasure takes over, cascading over every inch of my skin.

  Alistair is kissing me, my lips, my neck, my face. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles.

  Resuming my work on him, I feel him tighten up, and I know he’s close too. He clutches one hand around the back of my neck pulling me close. It only takes a few more eager pumps of my fist around him before he’s coating my hand and the front of his shirt. Still I can’t stop kissing him, eating up every groan of pleasure on his lips.
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  When we both come up for air, we look around and see that the windows are fogged up and the cab is now hot and stifling. Alistair pops open the door as fresh air hits my lungs, cool against the sweaty, goosebumps on my body.

  We carefully climb out, and he walks me silently to the garage where we take turns cleaning up in the small bathroom. When he comes out with wet spots on this shirt where he had to wipe off the evidence, his eyes meet mine for the first time.

  I want him to kiss me again. Instead, regret colors his features, and his shoulders tense, loading up the burden of what we did.

  “Alistair,” I mumble, reaching for him.

  He simply straightens his shoulders and puts up the wall between us again. Looking away from me, he says, “You’ll need to study the manual, learn those terms—”

  “Alistair,” I call, trying to interrupt him, but he doesn’t respond.

  “We’ll meet up again tomorrow and go over maneuvers.”

  Then he stares at me as if he’s daring me to bring up what just happened again. It cements this idea that I am nothing but a distraction to him. He probably thinks all women are distractions. If that’s how he wants to treat me, then what do I care? This is a job. I’m not here to get caught between two men.

  I clench my jaw and nod. “Fine.”

  He turns away and walks back to the helicopter. When he reaches the aircraft, he turns back to see if I'm going to follow him.

  “I’ll walk,” I call as I take off for the beach, which I know circles round to the house. He doesn’t try to stop me, and right now I’m so fuming I could use a long walk. I don’t know if I’m mad at Alistair for dismissing what we did or if I’m mad at myself for wanting anything more.

  19

  The day before the crash…

  Her eyes follow me wherever I go. Those emerald green pools and dark lashes haunt me in my sleep. I usually don’t accompany my boys when they have their friends or girlfriends over, but I make an exception when Preston’s girlfriend brings her sister to Del Rey.

  Who could blame me? She’s gorgeous, somehow even more than her identical twin. It’s the intensity in her stare and how she always seems to look content without even smiling. It’s in those fucking eyes.

  There’s a new app launch for the company this week, and I should be focused on work, but I can’t seem to get shit done when she’s around. I never should have let her come this week.

  I notice how she watches Nash. With all of his charisma and charm, it’s no surprise. But I need my son to focus on work too. He and Preston should be heading to the launch party in a couple days and this will be their first time appearing as the face of the company together. I need his head in the game. Trying to make Preston focus is pointless. He’ll be more interested in the party either way.

  While the kids are out in the pool, I head over to the garage on the north side to clear my head. Besides, I was starting to feel like a fucking creep, constantly watching her, waiting for her to look my way. Preston has been bringing Zara and Emma over for almost two years now. I’ve never heard of her with a boyfriend, and trust me, I listen. What am I going to do about it? Nothing, but I still want to know.

  There is a ton of work to be done in the office, but I can’t be there right now. I need a break. So I’d rather be out here sweating my ass off while I sweep out the bays and hose down the aircraft.

  Before long I spot movement on the beach, but I ignore it, thinking it must be the kids going for a walk around the island. It’s only a two mile stretch. Easily walkable from the north shore to the south on a nice day. Then I hear footsteps come closer.

  Spinning around, I try not to stare at Zara walking up to the garage in nothing but a pair of denim shorts with the button open and a bikini top. She freezes when she sees me like she always does, chewing on her lip and avoiding my gaze as if she isn’t comfortable with my eye contact.

  “Oh sorry,” she stammers, turning away.

  “It’s fine. Come get out of the sun,” I tell her. She walks into the hangar, keeping her gaze away from me.

  “Did you walk all the way over here?” I ask.

  “Yeah, the rest of them are on their way. They stopped to swim for a bit.”

  “And why aren’t you swimming?” I ask, trying not to look at those long legs and imagining them wrapped around my waist or my ears.

  Stop it.

  “Wasn’t really interested.” She walks toward the back of the hangar, her mouth hanging open as she takes in the site of the fleet of birds parked away. “I’ve never been in here before.”

  “Come on, then.”

  I walk behind her, showing her each aircraft, until she reaches the one in the far back, my first little bird. The original design. She seems to pick up immediately the sentimental value of it as she runs her hand along the nose to the tail. “I read about this in an article online when Preston and Emma started dating.”

  My eyes widen, watching her eyes scope every inch of my first helicopter. “You started designing helicopter models at twenty, and this was your first real build. Your own design...and you named it after your first son.”

  I hold back any real reaction although my head is spinning, imagining her reading about me, seeing pictures of me online—especially pictures of me twenty years ago. “It’s a modification. I mean, I didn’t do it alone. And my dad was already an aviation engineer. I had a foot in the door.”

  “It’s still impressive. Your dad didn’t build a billion dollar empire. You did.”

  My eyebrows knot together as I stare down at her. I get interns and fans who love to suck up to me and tell me these things that are supposed to sound impressive, but Zara isn’t any of those things. She’s just a beautiful, smart girl that I don’t hate hearing talk about me like she’s impressed.

  “Do you want to learn to fly?” The words fly out of my mouth, and I realize how badly I want to teach her.

  She reacts like I expected her to. A smile stretches across her face, but she bites it back then curls her dark blonde locks behind her ear. “Maybe.”

  “I’ll teach you.”

  Those emerald orbs gaze up at me like a child’s. “You will?” She puts the emphasis on you, as if I’d let anyone else.

  “Of course. I’ll take you up while you’re here. You guys have a few more days here, right?”

  “Yes,” she answers with light in her eyes.

  “Perfect.”

  There’s commotion outside the garage and soon, the rest of the kids are flooding the space. Emma is walking a little farther from Preston than she used to. When he first brought her around, she was latched onto him at all times.

  “Hi, Alistair,” Emma greets me with a bright smile. She doesn’t bite hers back like Zara does.

  “Hi, Emma.”

  “You should come swimming with us.”

  Emma is always inviting me to join like I’m one of them. It’s sweet. I think she’s worried I’m lonely out here. She’s asked me before why I never have any women over like the boys do. Unlike her sister, Emma doesn’t bother with the denim shorts. Instead, she prances around the island with just that bikini on, and I know that if I were Preston, I’d be bugging her a lot more to cover up.

  Emma and Zara link arms, and the boys try to give the girls a tour of the facility, but Emma is less than impressed. I decide to head back to the house, but before I leave, I look back at Zara.

  “Bright and early,” I say, pointing to her. “Flying lesson for one.”

  Nash steps in. “Preston and I are flying to the city tomorrow to set up for the launch party. You’ll have to take out one of these.”

  My heart sinks. Fuck, I forgot. Preston wants to be the one to give the presentation on the new app. And I’d rather teach her on that bird than any of these.

  As my gaze travels over to Emma with her bright smile and photogenic presence, I realize she should really be the one going with Preston. Hell, she works for the company that coded the app anyway. Let her sit on his arm and th
e two of them could be the face of the company for one day. I’m lost in my own head when she catches me staring.

  I notice Emma blush, biting her lip and curling her hair behind her ear.

  Looking at Zara, I reply, “Fine, another time then.”

  “Can’t wait,” she answers with a smile.

  20

  The guilt doesn’t hit me all once. It creeps in like water slowly soaking the fabric of my heart. Everything in the moment with Alistair was so intense that it felt unstoppable. It wasn’t just lust. It was so much more.

  It was need.

  It was fate.

  It was inevitable.

  Once I get to my room, I immediately put on my bathing suit and walk back out the pool. Diving into the water feels like another form of escape. If I could stay under to avoid Nash and Alistair and all of these growing, confusing feelings, I would.

  The cool water does nothing to calm the hunger in my body. Alistair may have gotten me off with his fingers, twice, but it wasn’t what I wanted. It was beautiful and perfect, but at the same time, I craved something harder, deeper, rougher.

  Fuck.

  This can’t be happening. I can’t really be lusting after both of them. I try to talk myself down. This doesn’t change anything. I’m still here to do a job, to help Nash. Whatever happens between Alistair and I when Nash isn’t around is irrelevant. It doesn’t matter.

  Floating on my back with my eyes closed, I keep replaying the whole thing in my head. How it started, how it ended, how it felt. My god, it felt so good.

  I didn’t even know I could be so attracted to a man twenty-five years older than me. I knew Alistair was good looking. I knew he was sexy as fuck, but I had no idea we could connect on such an intimate level. I just assumed there were too many years between us. He’s out of my league—on another fucking planet, but we connected anyway.

  Why did I have to start things with him? I was the one who opened the door. I invited him to walk through and there is no going back now.