“Nothing. Everything I need's already right here.”
One embrace changed my mind. I meant what I said. I'd miss the windy city, but it hadn't exactly been good to me. Chicago chewed my family up and spit me out a different girl than I'd been a couple months ago, and now I was ready to discover what kinda badass bitch the new Sabrina was.
It was a long couple days. The ship that took us across the great lake was more like an old freighter, and the waters were definitely frigid with November around the corner. Anton held me on his lap the entire time, whispering how amazing it was gonna be when we hit land again.
It seemed like we sailed forever, rocking in the cold, chaotic waves, all through the deep dark night. When the churning motion stopped, I woke up from the long nap I'd been taking with him.
Shoreline. Upper Michigan.
From there, it was a short drive to the border, and then one more boat ride across to foreign soil. We finally got to the airport in Sault Sainte Marie a day later, where the private jet was waiting for us on the Canadian side.
I'd never been on one before. Papa and my uncle could certainly afford it, but I'd never boarded one until now. It was strange to think the luxurious cabin with the big bed and the comfy chairs was a one-way rocket for taking us halfway around the world.
Half an hour later, we took off, on our way east for one last refueling stop before we crossed the wide Atlantic.
I stared out the window, gazing at the endless Ontario forests below. Anton slid into the seat next to me. “How you feeling, babe? Better than the boat ride in?”
“Yeah,” I said, surprised my excitement cut through the melancholy tugging at my heart. “It's like the other night with Gioulio never happened at all...they said it should take a week to get over the poison. It's gone, all of it.”
He smiled. “Course it is. You gave me one fuck of a scare, but I knew you'd get over that shit in the bottle. It was the motherfucker we finished off who was really dragging you down.”
“I know,” I said, reaching for the small glass of mineral water at my side and taking a long sip. “I keep wondering what's next. I've never been so far from home before.”
“Shit, neither have I. Well, not that I remember. My old man always meant to fly us back to the motherland when we were kids, but it got to be a dangerous place after Soviet power crumbled. The seedy fucking underworld we both grew up in was a hundred times safer than that shock and awe shit Russia went through in the nineties.” He grabbed me then, pulling me onto his lap. Instant heat. “You worry too much, babe. It's cute, but you shouldn't be wasting your precious energy. Long as we're together, it's gonna be amazing, wherever we end up. You know?”
He couldn't hide the raging hard-on against my thigh. Didn't think he wanted to. I looked down knowingly, a little smile curling my cheeks.
Okay, I was definitely feeling better than I thought, even with all this jet lag. Muscles clenched inside me, already drunk on his sultry touch. He reached for my thighs and squeezed, making me jerk on his lap, perfect for feeling the stiff rock beneath his trousers.
“Oh!” I whimpered. He silenced me with a long, deep kiss before I could say anything else.
“Quiet, babe, unless you want the crew to hear,” he whispered, making me blush. “Honestly, I don't give a shit. It's about damned time we picked up where we left off. I know how much you like to fuck underneath the stars.”
“Anton!” I was about to protest, but he reached up and pinched my nipple beneath my blouse.
Damn it. Just how thick were the walls on this plane anyway? The thing was airborne, so it couldn't be like a well built house. If I panted and moaned and came a little closer to screaming wrapped around him, I knew we ran the risk of the four man crew near the cockpit hearing everything.
He really didn't care. He flipped me over, meshing my legs around his waist. His friction hit my clit through our clothes, and I couldn't do anything but melt while he popped the buttons on my blouse.
“Keep making that beautiful music, Sabrina. You fight me, I'll rip your panties off and stuff them in your sweet mouth. We're fucking right now regardless, and I don't give a shit if you're gagged or howling like crazy when I'm emptying myself in your cunt.”
He rubbed harder, faster. Jesus. I loved him, wanted him, and he was still a total bastard.
Naturally, I fucking loved it.
He did me a favor by clapping his hand over my mouth while he worked off my pants. A little turbulence jostled us when he slid down my panties, swinging them around my ankles like a pro. I watched them crumple in one hand.