Blaze by Teagan Kade

Author:Teagan Kade [Kade, Teagan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Teagan Kade
Published: 2017-08-17T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CAYDEN

“Not just any plane,” I tell her, pulling into the hanger. “It’s a Cessna 175 Skylark.”

“It’s your Dad’s?

I cut the ignition. “My grandfather’s, actually.”

Her eyes open wide in surprise. “Your grandfather’s?”

“Dad wouldn’t be caught dead in a plane like this. He’s all about show, sitting plush in his Gulfstream. Fuck that. That’s not flying.” I open my door and wave her out. “Come on.”

She steps out, looking around. “Where’s the pilot?”

I throw my hands out. “You’re looking at him.”

She points to the plane. “You are going to fly that thing?”

“Well, it’s not going to fly itself to New York, is it?”

“New York?”

I expect surprise, but she almost looks… scared. “You don’t want to go?”

I can see her thinking it over. “No, I just…”

I come closer, rubbing her arms. “I’ve been flying since I was sixteen. I’m fully licensed.”

Her eyes dart away. “It’s not that, it’s…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. Trust me.” I hold her gaze and see her commit to it. “Okay, but if we go down I swear to god I’m going to haunt the hell out of you.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

*

The last guy who sat in the seat beside me was a very drunk Hunter who found himself somehow two states over without his ID, a car, his pants. That was quite a night. Suffice to say, Indy, sitting there with her oversized headset on and childish glee on her face, is a big improvement.

We soar into a smattering of periwinkle clouds, conditions near perfect.

There’s not much space in the cockpit, the 1958 aircraft shaking around us. We’re literally side by side. I can smell her, that scent I know so distinctly now, the one that comes to me at night, that makes my cock hard and muscles stiff with need.

“It’s beautiful up here,” she says, her voice laced with static but no less perfect.

I look across to her. “It sure is.”

She points ahead. “Can you concentrate on the road, please?”

“Some road,” I laugh. “You don’t like flying?”

“My idea of flying is cattle class with a rubbery steak. This is new.”

“But better right?”

“Only because you’re here. How long’s the flight?”

“We should be at Newark Liberty in about two-and-a-half hours, more than enough time to get better acquainted.”

“Did your dad teach you to fly?”

That provokes another laugh. “Dad’s never flown a day in his life. No, it was all my grandfather—the love of machines, of things that fly in the air and on the road. The man had gasoline in his blood, and so do we, or most of us. Colton’s pretty useless when it comes to the practical stuff.”

“What did he do, your grandfather?”

I can’t help laughing again, until I see she’s serious. “You don’t know? He was the original Beckett in ‘Beckett & Latham.’ He started the firm.”

“Oh.”

“But he was nothing like my father,” I continue. “He valued his clients. He fought for the little guy. He’d roll over in his fucking grave if he found out what’s become of the place.” I let my anger pass.

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