“I’m going to the bathroom,” I whispered, slipping my hand out of his shorts. “The one on the right side.”
Confusion furrowed his brow as he stared at me, panting. “I mean, really?” he said, looking down at his lap. “You couldn’t hold it for like thirty more seconds?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m telling you so you can follow me, idiot.”
“Really?” Colt looked around to be sure that no one was paying us any mind.
“Unless you’re scared,” I said as I stepped into the aisle and headed for the restroom without waiting for his reply.
Closing myself in the closet sized restroom, I sized it up, trying to formulate a plan of action. If we were going to join the mile-high club, we had to be quick about it. And smart. We basically had two options. I could ride him, reverse cowgirl on the toilet seat...ew. Or, I could sit on the edge of the sink, and by the looks of it, be at the perfect height...Yeah, that was definitely the way to go.
When the door started to push open, I had a moment of panic, hoping that I wouldn’t have to explain to some stranger why I was propped up on the lavatory, because, well...I had absolutely no possible explanation other than the obvious. But that panic was short lived when I saw his mop of golden brown hair squeeze through the crack in the door.
“Are you sure—” I shut him up with a finger on his lips, shushing him.
Gripping a hand full of curls, I pulled his face to mine, pressing my lips right to his ear. “No noise,” I hissed, barely above a whisper. “Get in, get out.”
He nodded, biting his lip with a smile and a shake of his head.
Every part of my body prickled with desire as he slid his shorts just low enough for his erection to spring free. Colton wrenched my legs apart, pulled my panties to the side, and positioned himself right at my entrance. Heart racing, I gripped the edge of the counter as he looked to me for permission. With a slight nod of my head, Colt gripped my hips and thrust forward, and, my God, I saw fucking stars as he pulled out, slamming into me over and over. Just as I felt him spasming inside, just as I was on the cusp of what I knew to be the best fucking orgasm of my life, there was banging on the outside of the door.
“I’m going to need you to open this door. Only one person is allowed in the restroom at a time.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I mouthed to Colt as he pulled his shorts up and righted my underwear, helping me to stand on wobbly legs. I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror as Colton unlocked the door before quickly turning away. Every person on this plane would have zero confusion as to what we were just doing.
“I’m sorry,” he said, sounding completely unaffected by our current case of blue genitals, as he pulled the door open. “She isn’t feeling well.”
“Colton?” The blond flight attendant’s hand went to her chest. A slow smile spread across her face. “It’s been a while.”
Colt’s eyes darted to the side to look at me as he answered. “Yeah, it has...How’ve you been, Jill?”
“I’m good. Looks like you’re, umm...doing okay yourself,” she mused, eyeing me.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, this is Allie, my girlfriend. Allie, this is Jill.”
I nodded, trying to force a smile and keep my lunch down at the same time.
“So, it’s so good seeing you again, but you’ll have to go back to your seats.” Her cheeks flushed as she batted her lashes at Colt like I wasn’t standing right here.
“Sure, no problem,” he said, starting for our seats before turning back. “Hey, Jill. You think we could get our wings?” he winked. “We earned ’em.” I hated him.
When we returned to our chairs, I was humiliated, horny, and fuming. “Really, Colton?” I asked, shaking my head when he looked at me with his shit-eating grin.
“It was a long time a—”
“Don’t,” I said, cutting him off. “I can’t even deal with you right now.”
Colt’s lips pressed into a flat line, his body shaking with suppressed laughter as he rested his head against the window and left me to stew by his side.
“Welcome home, Lexi!” Finley met us at the door to the apartment with a grin that spread clear from one ear to the other. My heart was racing with nerves. I knew that Colt had said they were fully onboard with my moving in, but it’s not like he’d have told me if they weren’t. After slapping Colton on the back, he reached for my arm, pulling me into his chest and squeezing the breath from my lungs. “I’m so happy you’re back,” he said, rocking us from side to side. “It’s been so much less sexy around here without you!”
I snorted out a laugh, my jitters already beginning to dissipate. “Missed you too, Finley.”
“Should I be worried about the two of you?” Colton teased, lugging the suitcases in from the porch, his eyes bouncing between us.
“Duh,” came Finn’s response as he waved his hands over his body. “What girl wouldn’t want this?” He was joking. But with that blond hair, those crystal blue eyes, and a body like his, he’d be hard-pressed to find one. Finley was going to make some girl very happy someday.
“It’ll be hard to refuse,” I answered, unable to wipe the smile from my face, and I didn’t want to.
“So, don’t fight it, sexy.” He winked, bursting into laughter when Colt shoved his chest, knocking him off balance.
“Pistols at dawn, motherfucker.” Colt made one hand into the shape of a gun, aiming it at his friend and cocking it with his other.
“Hey, new roomy,” Blex called, walking in from the kitchen, dismissing the other two idiots in the room with a shake of his head as he passed them by. “Don’t you ever disappear like that on us again, young lady...You caused quite a commotion around here,” he said, enveloping me in his arms as he placed a kiss on the side of my face.
“Right?” Finley agreed, jumping in on our conversation. “Had Colton here so fucked in the head, he was licking on man titties and shit.”
“Oh my God!” I busted out laughing. “I forgot all about that message.”
Colton’s face blanched. “Guys, seriously, that’s enough.”
“Don’t listen to him...Tell me everything.”
Every so often while Colt and I were unpacking my things, I’d burst into hysterics, picturing his run-in with the cross dresser. Let’s just say Colton was highly unamused. It was quite possible he was already regretting his decision to invite me to move in.
“Colt?”
“Yeah?” he called from the dresser, where he was busily arranging all of my underwear and bras by color.
“If I ask you something, do you promise to be honest with me?”
He stopped what he was doing, looking back at me with a nervous frown. My heart skipped beats at the sight of my man with his mussed hair, furrowed brow, and his fingers draped in satin and lace thongs. “Sure, what’s up?”
“Whose tits are better?”
Next thing I knew, I was flat on my back on the floor beside the bed, Colt’s hard body towering over mine. Shrieking with laughter, I slapped at his chest. “What’re you doing, maniac?”