“You’re not serious!”
The words are barely out of my mouth when Cormac opens the car door and offers me his hand. As I reach for my small suitcase that sits at my feet, Dale is one step ahead of me and has already taken it out from the other side. I take Cormac’s hands and let him guide me out of the car. The second I step onto the tarmac, my heart begins to flutter.
A few feet away sits a gorgeous black jet with gold ink swirled across the wings, making it look like some kind of golden butterfly. As the sun beats down from above, creating a slight shimmering hue across the tarmac, I tighten my grip on Cormac’s hand. When Dale told me Cormac was taking me somewhere safe, I thought he meant a hotel.
“What?” Cormac asks innocently. “Never been on a jet before?”
I shove at him slightly as we walk toward the jet. “You know I haven’t. I don’t even have a passport!”
“Don’t need one,” Cormac replies. “We’re not going international.”
“Are we going somewhere that’s within driving distance? Because this feels like a huge effort if we’re just going to the other end of the city.”
Cormac snorts softly, amused when we reach the bottom of the steps leading into the jet. “No, Evie. I promise we’re not going to the other side of the city. So can you please get inside?”
My mouth twists as I debate the risk of climbing onto this jet with Cormac and his team—family? It can’t be any more dangerous than the last few weeks and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited. A private jet suddenly makes all the drama worth it.
“Fine, but know that the environmentalist in me is protesting.”
“Protest away.” Cormac sweeps an arm to the side and steps back, allowing me to climb the stairs at my own pace. I remain slow, forever conscious of how even the simplest of movements can pull at the muscles of my abdomen and thus, my stitches. You never realize just how everything is connected until something hurts.
The pain fades the instant I step into the jet and the beauty takes my breath away. Large cream seats offer the highest level of comfort regardless of the length of flight. Each comes with its own table where glasses rest and are secured with rubber bands. The sparkling black curtains wink at me as I walk cautiously over the plush gold carpet. Dark wooden paneling runs parallel to my eyes as I walk, and I glimpse my suitcase disappearing behind one of the slats as Dale tucks it away.
“Wow,” I breathe, turning to face Cormac. He’s watching me intently. “This belongs to you?”
“Yup.”
I shake my head. “I can’t even fathom having this amount of money.”
“This isn’t even the expensive jet.”
“How many do you have?”
Cormac lightly grasps my shoulders and slides my jacket from my shoulders. “Four.”
“Four?” My eyes widen. “Care to donate to a girl in need?”
Cormac snorts softly, draping my jacket over one of the chairs then indicating for me to sit. “You want a private jet?”
“If I had the money, I’d definitely have four,” I say, sinking down into one of the chairs. It’s like resting my ass on a cloud and I sink into it until it feels like every inch of me is perfectly supported. “Y’know, it’s a huge risk for me to get on a plane with someone I barely know.”
“Is that a complaint I hear?” Cormac asks, taking the chair next to mine.
“Maybe,” I say, closing my eyes in bliss. “I can be persuaded to just… roll with it.”
“Rolling with it is good,” Cormac replies. “Besides, isn’t this more exciting? You have nothing to tie you down, so why not enjoy some reckless luxury?”
I crack open one eye and watch as Dale passes and sets a glass of scotch down on Cormac’s table. He places sparkling water on mine and winks—it’s bubbly, so drinking it from the fancy glass will give me the same experience without messing with my medication.
“I have stuff to tie me down.” I crack open the seal on the water and pour it into the fancy champagne glass as the steps are retracted and the door closes with a soft hiss.
“Like what?” Cormac prompts.
“My mom. And my job.”
“You lost your job.” Cormac watches me steadily over the lip of his glass. “Hardly tying you down.”
I pause with the glass halfway to my lips. “How do you know I lost my job?”
For the first time since we met, Cormac almost looks embarrassed. His eyes flicker and then the faintest hint of a smile crosses his lips. “I kept an eye on you.”
“Clearly,” I scoff. “Some people would call that stalking.”
“Is that what you would call it?”
“I dunno.” Even the water is the freshest, crispest water I’ve ever drunk in my life, and two sips become several gulps as if I’ve just stumbled in from the desert.
“I did tell you I was keeping an eye on you, so it shouldn’t be a shock.”
“Dale outside my apartment, you mean?”
“Among other things.”
“Other?” I shift in my seat, drawing one leg up to my chest. “Did you bug my phone like in the movies?”
Cormac doesn’t reply.
“Holy shit, you did!”
Again, that faint hint of a smile appears on his lips. I’ve never seen him smile. Even his laugh is like a bark of air rather than real softness. “I protect my assets.”
“This is insane. I shouldn’t be on the plane,” I joke. “I need a new phone.”
“You’ll have to wait until we land.”
During our conversation, somehow, the jet took off without my noticing. I turn to stare out the window and am greeted with fluffy white clouds, an infinite blue sky, and the city stretching out like a toy model. It’s stunning and my stomach lurches faintly. Maybe I should have told him I’ve never actually flown before. It speaks to the luxury of the jet that the engines are so quiet and I never even felt us leave the tarmac.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out in a whisper. “This can’t be real.”
“The plane? The view?”
“All of it,” I say softly. “How is this my life?”
“Worth getting stabbed for?”
I turn back to Cormac and laugh. “How many times before you just give me the jet?”
The flight is smooth, and after I finish my water, I’m confident enough to get up and walk around. It’s surreal to be moving about while being thousands of miles up in the sky. The rest of the jet is just as phenomenal as the front, and Dale shows me the entire drinks cabinet, a fridge stocked with food, and even an entertainment system with every game or movie I could possibly think of. Dale tells me he’ll warn me before we land, and I find myself half-hoping that we will never do so.
This little bubble of luxury gives me the same high as spending obscenely on my credit cards with the bonus of knowing I don’t have to pay anything at the end of it. After exploring, I return to my seat and find Cormac buried in his laptop. There’s a strange pull of yearning in my chest as I stare at him, wanting him to look at me and give me attention. Unfortunately, he’s completely drawn into whatever he’s looking at so I boldly try a new tactic.
“Dale?”
“Yes Ma’am?”
“You make me feel so old saying that.”
“It’s only in respect, I promise.”
“Can you make yourself scarce?”
Dale looks at me with confusion in his eyes, but when I waggle my brows, he seems to get the hint immediately. With a small smile and a nod, he stands. “I should check on the pilot.”
“Good idea.”
Cormac seems oblivious to the entire exchange and doesn’t look up as Dale moves past us to the cockpit, then vanishes behind the security door.
Perfect.
I give it a few minutes just in case, by some terrible stroke of luck, there is an issue with the pilot, and then I stand and step across the aisle. In one move, I close Cormac’s laptop and drop into his lap just as he looks up with a deep frown across his forehead.
“Evelyn.”
“Ooh,” I tease, pressing my fingertips against his chest. “No Evie this time?”
“I’m working.”
“And you should be looking at me.”
His eyes dart from my eyes down my body, then back up. “Are you telling me you desire my attention?”
“Do I need to spell it out for you?” I don’t know if it’s the wonders he worked yesterday with that devilish tongue of his or the excitement of the jet and the lavish air I’m surrounded with. Being in Cormac’s lap makes me hot and I want to feel his hands all over me just like before.
“Maybe,” Cormac replies. “I’m illiterate.”
“Oh, really?” I chuckle softly, amused. “Well then.” Adjusting myself in Cormac’s lap until I’m straddling him, I lean forward and bring my lips to his ear while rolling my hips down against his crotch. “I want you to fuck me.”
Cormac’s hands land on my waist and grip. “You’re still injured.”
“And?” I lean back, rocking down slowly. “I know my limits.”
“But I do not,” he says, his voice growing husky. “You think you can give me a taste and expect me to stop?”
A hot thrill shoots through me and I bite my lower lip, continuing to roll my hips down. It doesn’t take long until I feel his cock swelling beneath me.
“You think once you start fucking me, you won’t stop?”
“I know I won’t,” he says, his palms flexing around my waist. “So be very careful about what you do next.”
His warning doesn’t pause my hips, and my pulse quickens as his eyes grow darker with every passing second until his pupils are so blown with desire that all color has vanished.
“I think,” I say softly, drawing out the words, “you need to just sit there and let me do what I want.”
“You think?” he asks.
“I do. Because I’m the one with the stitches, I’m in charge.”
Cormac’s hips twitch upward and a coy smile forms across my lips. He doesn’t strike me as a man willing to give up control, but the prospect clearly excites him.
“And if I can’t let you be in charge?”
I place both my hands on his shoulders and push him back against the chair. “Then I’ll go back to my seat and finger myself instead.”
Cormac’s grip becomes like iron and a red flush sweeps up his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs hard when he swallows, and I can see the debate raging behind his eyes. Then he nods.
“Fine. Your rules.”
I kiss him hard, finally giving in to the heat rushing through my body with every rapid flutter of my heart. My core clenches and I grind my hips down, riding the thick ridge that’s grown rapidly beneath me. Never have I known a man to get turned on so quickly by me, not without the promise of a blow job, at least. A few seconds and Cormac hungers for me.
Back in the car, he told me he’d ruin me for anyone else and he’s right. After something like this, how can anyone else compare?
His hands roam over my back, pulling me close and tugging at my shirt so he can slide his hands underneath. When his palms slide over my bare skin, I shiver and allow his tongue to slip into my mouth while my mind turns south. He keeps his touch to beneath my bandages, and I busy myself with undoing my jeans. Rising only to my knees, I deepen the kiss and keep him pinned there. Thankfully, he helps me out of my jeans with his strong hands as I clutch at his bulging arms, and I’m back in his lap within moments.
My world narrows to just Cormac. We kiss like each is the air the other desperately craves. His hands roam my body, and I tear open his shirt to expose his gloriously sexy chest. Soft curls of hair brush against my fingertips and a softer, needier moan escapes him when I roll my panty-clad hips down on his slacks.
I need him.
I need him now.
Cormac’s teeth snag on my lower lip, and he cradles the back of my head with one hand while I unzip his pants, fight with the fabric, and draw his thick cock out for me. The crown glistens with pre-cum and my pussy clenches eagerly. Knowing he’s already bursting for me and I’ve barely done anything is enough to send my mood sky high. I smile against his mouth and stroke his thick cock with one hand. Dampness soaks into my panties so when I next roll my hips down against his bare cock to tease him, Cormac’s head thumps back against the seat.
“Holy shit,” he gasps as I kiss his lower lip then nuzzle against his fuzzy chin. “You’re killin’ me.”
“In a good way?” I tease, lifting myself up until we’re face to face and pulling my panties to the side.
He cups my face with one hand and the other cradles my hip. “The best way.”
That’s what I want to hear as I line his cock up with my entrance and slowly let my body weight take me down. The first touch of his crown against my pussy makes us both whimper, then my mind runs blank as his impressive thickness slowly pries me open inch by glorious inch.
Both of Cormac’s hands move to my waist, but he doesn’t force me in any direction. He merely guides me while panting heavily. My lips part and my eyes roll back as he stretches me wider and wider, reaching deeper and deeper inside me. It’s not the first time I’ve felt his cock, but I almost forgot just how delicious it is to feel him reach every single inch inside me.
By the time I’m fully seated, it feels like his cock reaches right under my ribs, and I press one hand over my abdomen, panting. “Holy shit,” I gasp weakly. “I feel so full.”
“Your insides won’t be the same after,” Cormac says breathlessly, and I laugh then cup his face.
The moment we kiss, I start to move. Rising up onto my knees, the movement pulls a long, low moan from the depths of my soul as his length strokes my walls and caresses my G-spot, sending a flurry of pleasure shooting through me like sparks. They ignite along my skin and by the time I rock back down onto his cock, my skin is on fire. I need to feel him everywhere, need to feel his cock as deep as it can reach, and I need Cormac imprinted on my body.
He holds me as I begin a slow rhythm that gradually picks up as my body relaxes and eases around his cock. Each stroke and slide becomes easier until I’m openly panting and moaning, riding him for all I’m worth. My hands sink into his hair as he kisses my chest and throat, lavishing me with attention while keeping his hands around my waist to support me. Pleasure consumes me, clouding my thoughts and my senses. All that matters is using Cormac to chase my orgasm. Faster and faster, I fuck myself down onto him, using him for my pleasure until Cormac drops one hand between us and teases my clit.
Pleasure jolts through me like a bullet and I cry out, tightening around his cock. I come with a scream of delight, pulling on his hair as I ride him rapidly to catch every delicious, sweet drop of that powerful orgasm. Cormac comes a moment later, grunting out his pleasure and sinking his teeth into the meat of my shoulder. We remain like that for a few moments, suspended in the onslaught of pleasure. Once it passes, I collapse into his arms, panting heavily, and Cormac presses one hand over my bandages.
“You’re okay?” he asks, his voice husky.
I nod against his chest, smiling, and wipe a few beads of sweat from my upper lip. “I’m amazing. Promise.”
It’s sweet that even post-orgasm, his thoughts immediately turn to making sure I’m okay, and I hold onto that for the rest of the flight after Cormac helps me clean up. I end up falling asleep curled up in my chair and wake in the late evening to a warm setting sun streaming through the windows and a blanket over my shoulders. I blink groggily and yawn, then sit up to see Cormac rising from his seat.
“We’re here,” he says and he offers me his hand.
“Where is here?” I ask, taking his hand and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Cormac guides me through the jet and then ushers me in front of him when we reach the door. I squint in the sunlight and walk out onto the first step, then pause.
Stretching out for miles around is more greenery than I’ve ever seen in my life. There are miles of forest surrounding countless fields of crops and animals, and in the distance sits a gigantic ranch house that glows amber in the setting sun.
I breathe in, and the sharp sting of cool, clean air bites at my lungs. An array of scents follows, and I can barely decipher them while trying to take in every beautiful sight before me.
“Where are we?” I ask when Cormac’s warm hand presses against my lower back.
“Home.”
