The Preacher's Son #3: Unbroken (Erotic Romance) by Wilder Jasinda

Author:Wilder, Jasinda [Wilder, Jasinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-10-22T23:00:00+00:00

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The Gulfport-Biloxi International Airport was hot, humid, and crowded. Tre had parked Dan's Aston Martin in the farthest corner of the bottom level of a long-term parking structure. The top was up, the doors locked. We took the key with us and locked it in a storage locker. My plan was to fly to Nassau and contact Dan there. I'd sent the key for the storage locker, which in turn had the key to Dan's car, by mail to Dan's casino in Atlantic City.

It wasn't a great plan, and I could see a lot of flaws in it, but it was the best I could come up with at the last minute.

We paid cash for two first class tickets to Nassau. The first class lounge was an amazing place, to a backwater country kid like Tre. We didn't dare entirely relax, yet, though, so we didn't drink. I'd feel safer once we got to Nassau.

The plane boarded, and we took our seats. It was crowded flight, every seat filled. Once we were airborne, Tre looked at me, and then the small bathroom, and then back at me. He wiggled his eyebrows. I looked around me at the packed seats, all the people. I felt a rush of excitement at the thought of sneaking into the bathroom with Tre. I'd never done anything like that before. For all my life experiences, I'd never done anything risky or potentially embarrassing. I'd run away with a perfect stranger, but that was different. I'd been suffocating in Savannah. Sex with Tre was always great, and I could imagine the thrill of doing it in a public bathroom.

The "fasten seat belts" light was off, so I stood up and moved past Tre to the aisle.

As I passed him, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Wait a few minutes, then come in."

We'd both changed clothes in the airport, and I was wearing a calf-length skirt with a sleeveless blouse. I made my way to the bathroom, closed the door behind me, but didn't lock it. I slipped my panties off and balled them in my fist, then waited for Tre.

Was I really going to do this? In the bathroom of an airliner? Oh, my lord, yes. I most assuredly was. I felt a wet heat spreading between my thighs, damp desire. I lifted the hem of my skirt up and pressed my finger to my clit, and a lightning bolt struck. I pictured Tre, naked and eyes blazing, defending me. My circling finger sped up, and I had to lean back against the wall for support, my knees buckling from pleasure.

I was near climax when I heard the door latch moving and dropped my skirt, in case it wasn't Tre. It was, and his eyes were dark with desire. He locked the door behind him, and I wasted no time getting his shorts down around his ankles and his already-hard cock in my fist.

I turned him to sit on the toilet, hiked my skirt around my hips and lowered myself onto him, facing away.

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