Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
More passengers board the plane. It doesn’t take long for people to realize first class is full of professional hockey players. The poor flight attendants keep redirecting people to their seats, and boarding takes way longer than it should. Women and children shriek, and men turn into starstruck fools. It’s quite the experience.
Eventually everyone is where they’re supposed to be, and the flight attendants pass out glasses of champagne to our group, except for Shilpa and Lexi, who accept orange juice and crackers. People keep trying to use the bathroom at the front of the plane so they can get things signed.
Once we’re in the air, it turns into a freaking party. The girls clean them out of sparkling wine. I’m half-hoping they get plane drunk and all need a two-hour nap once we land in Vegas.
Rix gets up to use the bathroom.
I connect to the Wi-Fi so I can get free messaging and warn my brother to keep his mouth shut, but I have new messages from Essie, so I check those first.
Essie
This is super suss.
Did you find my travel plans while I was cleaning your jizz off my hands?
I shoot her a look.
She bats her lashes and refocuses on her phone.
Essie
Where are you boys staying?
Nate
Why?
Essie
Nate
You want me to play with your clit ring again?
I want to play with her clit ring again. And I want to get my mouth on her nipples.
Essie
My clit could be persuaded.
But also because Kodiak can’t be separated from Lavender.
Nate
I’m not telling you.
Essie
Hard for you to find out how pretty I look with my mouth full of your cock if you don’t.
She pockets her phone when Rix returns to her seat.
“What hotel are you guys staying at?” Rix asks.
I shake my head. “I’m not telling you.”
“The Drake,” Flip says at the same time.
I shoot him a look.
“They were going to find out eventually.”
He’s not wrong, but still. And Essie is right about not being able to play with her if I don’t know where she’s staying.
“Seriously?” Essie narrows her eyes. “How is this even possible? Did you go snooping around when you stopped by the other night?”
“You stopped by Essie’s?” Flip leans forward. “I keep telling you, I could be the one.”
“The one I don’t need,” she quips, batting her long lashes.
This trip is turning into a shitstorm. “Can you two stop talking around me?” The last thing I need is Flip flirting with Essie all weekend. “I had to drop something off because apparently it couldn’t wait twenty-four hours. I wasted a whole night running around,” I grouse.
But mostly I’m frustrated that I can’t get the sound, smell, and feel of Essie coming for me out of my damn head. And I really, really want to do it again. Soon.
“I really appreciated your dedication to seeing it through, though,” Essie says sweetly.
I give her a look.
She winks.
My dick wants to get involved.
This is going to be a long-ass flight.
CHAPTER 13
NATE
The text conversation keeps rolling over in my head. It doesn’t matter how many vodka sodas I consume, they don’t dull my awareness of Essie’s proximity and all the things we could do this weekend when no one is looking. The memory of her hands on me and the taste of her mouth is all I can think about.
How good would it feel to have those pretty, soft lips of hers wrapped around my cock? How much would I love to suck on her clit piercing while I bury my fingers inside her? How much do I want to be the one to make her come?
“Are you a nervous flier?” Flip asks.
“Huh?” I drag my brain out of the gutter and look his way.
He glances at the armrest, which I’m gripping so tightly my knuckles have turned white. “Oh. Yeah. Sort of.”
I stop drinking and try to ignore Essie. I’m zero percent successful.
She spends the entire flight fully focused on making sure everyone is comfortable, being sweet to the flight attendants, and reviewing her unbelievable spreadsheets. The more I see Essie in action, the harder it is to ignore what’s right in front of me. Yes, she’s otherworldly gorgeous, but she’s also thoughtful, amazingly organized, and intelligent.
I’m relieved when we finally land and are forced to take separate limos to the same hotel. “You and Essie for sure didn’t plan this?” Tristan asks for the tenth time.
“No, man. This is supposed to be your bachelor party, not a couples’ retreat.” I thought I’d have a three-day reprieve from Essie—not because I don’t want to see her, but because I do.
I had this idea of who she was and what mattered to her, and the more I learn, the more I realize I was wrong about all of it. Except for her obsession with love and weddings. But that makes her an outstanding maid of honor and the main reason I put this much effort into Tristan’s boys’ weekend.