“Me. You. Wet.”
I mentally undressed her and felt a straining against my trousers. “When you put it like that…” Suddenly it seemed like the best idea ever, even if the timing was a little off.
She started unbuttoning her shirt. “Good. I’ll rub you down if you rub me down.”
Oh fucking hell. I felt my eyes dilate so much I could barely see.
Nell
So we were flying to Scotland in a plane that looked like a toy. The anticipation of my steamy weekend away had turned into pure fear of crashing in that tiny tin can. And not even Chloe shared my fears.
“Nell, will you stop looking at the plane. Everything’s going to be fine,” she said, stirring her cinnamon spiced latte.
We had thirty minutes before we needed to board and were spending it drinking coffee in the café. My cappuccino was doing nothing and nowhere in here sold alcohol. I was screwed.
Damon put his hand on my thigh under the table. “Relax. It won’t crash.”
“And how do you know that?”
“I just do. We’re going to be fine.”
“Okay, I’m gonna need a little more than that.”
He sighed and squeezed his hand. “Alright, if we crash I’ll lay under you so I break your fall. Happy?”
Happy? “No, not happy.”
“You’re being impossible, has anyone got a Valium?”
“I don’t need drugging, Damon.”
He flashed me a smile as his hand travelled higher. “It’s not for you.”
“Oh how very funny you are,” I said, catching his hand before it went to the inside of my leg.
I could see Chloe grinning at us out of the corner of my eye. She was obsessed with the idea of me and Damon being a couple. In an ideal world that would be great. I really liked the guy; he was fun and killer in bed. But we didn’t live in an ideal world.
“I wasn’t joking, Nell,” he replied. “The plane is fine and we’re going to be fine.”
“Okay, but when it’s plummeting out of the sky and we’re hurtling to our death I’m so saying I told you so.”
“Go for it. Jesus, I think I’m just going to have to fuck you in the bathroom for the whole hour it takes to get there.”
Logan and Chloe laughed, but I wasn’t so sure he was joking on that either.
I held my hands up. “I’m letting it go. I’m sure the tiny, rickety old plane will get us there without a hitch. Are we looking around the castle first, Chlo?”
“No, we can check-in first and then meet up afterwards, save lugging our stuff around. I hope it’s as nice as it looks in the pictures.”
It was a castle in Scotland. How could it not be?
“I’m sure it is. Are you setting a date this weekend if you love it?”
Logan looked at Chloe for the answer. Bless him he would do absolutely anything to make her happy. I bet he didn’t care where they got married. I bet Chloe didn’t either actually but they deserved their dream wedding, they’d been through a lot to get together.
“I think so, if we’re both set on it.”
“Still summer this year?” I asked. That got a negative reaction from Logan. He wanted to marry her immediately but Chloe was a little more traditional than that and wanted to plan a big wedding and celebrate with all of their family and friends.
“It depends on the dates. Maybe spring if we can.”
“Better,” Logan mumbled. It was February now so they really didn’t have long, but that was what they both wanted. I was so damn excited for them, they were adorable together. It was sickening really.
Our flight was called so my telekinetic powers obviously hadn’t developed enough to seriously damage the engine. I took Damon’s hand and followed an excited Logan and Chloe to our gate.
“Focus on getting hot and sweaty in the hotel room while the snow falls outside,” Damon said, trying to loosen my death grip on his hand. That did sound romantic. Our sex was usually dirty, frantic and needy, so romance actually sounded…nice.
“Sounds perfect,” I replied.
A little too perfect.
We had to walk to the plane and climb the steps. The fucking thing was only about three of me long. Okay, I was exaggerating slightly but I didn’t think commercial planes could be so tiny. Not even fifty people could fit in here.
Damon and I took our seats behind Chlo and Logan. I made the mistake of sitting next to the window so I could see the rickety wings moving in the icy February wind. Thankfully there was no snow or ice but what about the other end? Scotland was notoriously colder than England. What if our pretend plane hit ice on landing? We’d have no chance.
Note to self: If they choose this castle I’m driving up.
“Do we fly over the sea?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. Why?”
“Just trying to work out our best chances of survival. The plane is small so could make an emergency landing in a field but surely the best chance is on water?”
“Alright, I’m banning you from talking about the plane.”
“You can’t ban me from anything.”
“Maybe not but I can make it really annoying if you try.”