Double Time (Sinners on Tour #5)(52)

"We're now at cruising altitude," the pilot said over the intercom. "Feel free to move about the cabin. Help yourself to anything in the galley."

Reagan removed her seat belt and slid onto Trey's lap. "Do you count as something in the galley?" she asked. "I'd like to help myself to you."

"Technically I'm not in the galley, but you can still help yourself."

Reagan stole a kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. "I'm so lucky," she whispered in his ear.

His hand slid up her shirt to slide over the bare skin of her side.

Brian sighed. "Don't mind me."

"In the good old days I would have asked you to join us. Now you're all married and boring," Trey said, peering around Reagan to see if his taunt had wiped the scowl from Brian's handsome face.

"What I wouldn't give for a time machine," Reagan said.

Brian smirked and shook his head. "Go on. Have fun. I'll sit here and mope a while longer."

Reagan unfastened Trey's seat belt and climbed to her feet. She leaned over him and spoke into his ear, not quietly enough to exclude Brian, so Trey could only conclude that she was trying to tease Brian out of his funk. "I'll go into the bathroom. You come join me in a couple of minutes so no one will suspect anything."

"Yeah, okay. Good plan," he said with a chuckle.

He watched her walk down the wide aisle and close herself in the bathroom.

"She's cute," Brian said. "Kind of a tomboy, but I can see why you like her."

"Does it bother you?" Trey asked.

"Does what bother me?"

"That I have a steady girlfriend."

"It's a little sudden, but of course it doesn't bother me. I'm happy for you. I hope it works out. You deserve the love of a good woman."

Trey wasn't sure why that made him a little sad. He wanted Brian to like Reagan. He also wanted Brian to be insanely jealous and tell him he wasn't allowed to love anyone but him. He knew it was fucked up to still feel that way, but at least he no longer wanted to feel that way. That was progress, wasn't it? 

"I'll try not to make her scream too loud."

Brian chuckled. "Fuck her brains out. You know I wouldn't consider your misery if our positions were reversed."

Positions reversed? Trey pictured himself dragging Brian into the bathroom. Shoving him against the wall. Taking everything he wanted from him. Trey bit his lip and rose from his seat, hoping Brian didn't notice how hard he was all of a sudden. Of course, Brian would probably think he was hard for Reagan, not him. Trey's desire was as fucked up as his feelings were. He had a lot of work to do.

He retrieved a strip of condoms from a box in the paper sack he'd brought onboard and headed for the bathroom. He knocked and then opened the door. Entirely naked, Reagan reached into the corridor and jerked him into the small bathroom before securing the door behind him. The lavatory was a bit larger than a standard airplane bathroom, but not by much. Trey pressed her against the wall behind the door and claimed her mouth with a deep, seeking kiss. He needed that senseless, disconnected release he was accustomed to. He didn't give her time to draw him out of his shell this time. He squeezed her breasts and then released his belt and the fly of his jeans. He tore his mouth away from hers long enough tear a condom open with his teeth.

"Trey?" she gasped in question.

He silenced her with another kiss. He just wanted to come. He didn't want to talk. And he didn't want to think about Brian. Or even Reagan. He just needed a body to lose himself in for twenty minutes. Was that so wrong?

He pushed her up the wall and struggled to hold her there with one hand while he used his other to guide his cock into her receptive body. Once inside her, he shuddered with delight and shifted both arms to hold her securely while he thrust up into her. Things were going exactly as he'd envisioned until she began to touch him with a tenderness he didn't deserve. He tore his mouth from hers. "We need to hurry," he lied to explain his need for impersonal urgency.

"Look at me, Trey," she said.

He buried his face in her neck. "I need to concentrate."

She grabbed two handfuls of hair and jerked his head back. "Look at me," she demanded.

He opened his eyes and then his mouth to tell her she didn't have a right to treat him so harshly, but before the words even formed he got lost in her loving gaze.

"There you are, lover," she murmured. "That's what I want."

They stared at each other as their bodies moved together with an increasing tempo. Reagan's cries of ecstasy started as a soft coo and soon escalated to screams of enthusiasm. Trey got caught up her vocalizations and started answering them with shouts of his own.