Contingency Plan(6)

I was startled awake by the sound of the landing gear being lowered and found myself settled on the couch, my clothes back in order and a blanket spread over me. My feet were resting in Brysen’s lap, right on top of his hardened length—a fact I promptly discovered when I stretched out and curled my toes right into his groin. “Sorry,” I mumbled, yanking my legs back and blushing as I remembered what he’d been doing right before I fell asleep—how easily he’d made me come and how I hadn’t returned the favor.

“I’m not sorry,” he quipped, pulling my feet back onto his lap. “Not even a little bit. How could I be when I got exactly what I wanted?”

I wiggled my toes a little. “It feels to me like there might be something you wanted and didn’t get.”

“I hate to break it to you, baby,” he murmured, “but I’m always hard when you’re near. Even after I’ve come in my pants from the flavor of you on my tongue like a teenager who’s never tasted pussy before.”

Brysen Mariano came in his pants because of me. The power I felt at his admission was heady. I hadn’t noticed it before, but he’d changed into jeans while I was sleeping, so I knew he was telling the truth. Not like it was something he’d lie about anyway. “Did I miss the best part while I was passed out? Because I don’t remember having your mouth on me and I’m pretty sure it’s an experience I wouldn’t forget.”

The satisfied smirk he flashed me sent butterflies swirling in my belly. When he dropped my feet onto the couch and shifted until he was braced over me, his mouth an inch from mine, I practically melted into the cushions. “I’m offended you think you’d be able to forget the things I’m going to do to you when I get my mouth on you, but I know I’ll prove you wrong. I got my first taste of your pussy by sucking it off my fingers, and it was so damn good. Just thinking about it gets me harder than I’ve ever been before.” A quick thrust of his hips proved exactly how hard he was and made me drench my panties. “My next taste of you is going to be straight from the source and I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re begging me to stop.”

I lifted my head that last inch, fusing my lips with his. I needed him to stop talking before I did something incredibly stupid, like begged him to show me his oral skills right now. My plan quickly backfired as Brysen took control of the kiss. His hands gripped my jaw and held me in place while his tongue swept inside to tangle with mine. When he lifted his head, I whimpered and tried to pull him back down to my mouth until my brain registered the sound of the flight attendant clearing his throat. The glare Brysen sent his way made me giggle a little this time around when it was irritating a mere six and a half hours earlier. Apparently a mind-blowing orgasm delivered by Brysen Mariano mellowed a girl out.

“The helicopter is ready to go,” the flight attendant informed us.

“Helicopter?”

“What can I say? It’s the fastest way to get to the resort,” Brysen answered sheepishly. “And if I got the timing right, we’ll make one hell of an entrance.”

I felt like Cinderella as he slipped my boots back on my feet and led me off the jet and across the tarmac to the black helicopter waiting for us. The flight attendant followed with our luggage and within minutes, we were back in the air. I’d never flown in a helicopter before and looked out the window in awe as the pilot gave us a running commentary of the landmarks. But the best sight of all was the look on Zachary Wright and his girlfriend Brittany’s face as they stepped out of a Hummer limo and watched me exit the copter. My ex was a pretentious bastard. He was visibly pissed that I’d managed to one-up him, and he hadn’t even caught sight of my date yet.

All my doubts about Brysen’s plan melted away at the surge of triumph I felt. It wasn’t that I wanted Zach back. Brittany was more than welcome to him. It hadn’t taken me long to realize I was better off without him, but I still felt the sting of insecurity whenever I saw them together and remembered how our relationship ended. Catching your boyfriend in his office with his pants around his ankles while getting a blowjob from a twenty-year-old bimbo who couldn’t sell water to a thirsty man in the desert was a hit to the ego no matter how you looked at it. A blindside made worse when he blamed it on me for being a frigid bitch because he had apparently figured out I’d been faking my orgasms on the few occasions we’d had sex. When you added in the fact that we were co-workers, it was devastating. I had to deal with the gossip that followed our break-up while also being stuck seeing the two of them together on a regular basis.