Prince Albert(145)

I'm so caught up in the moment that I don't even register at first that she's slapping me on the arm. "What, baby?"

"Gaige!" she yells. "We're fucking moving."

"Fuck, yeah, we are." My eyes are closed and I have my head buried in her neck, and I'm breathing in her scent, this mixture of sex and summertime that I want to imprint on my brain so I can remember it forever.

"Shit, no, Gaige! We're actually moving! Backwards!" she yells.

I open my eyes, and realized we are rolling backwards, in fact. Rapidly.

Down the hill.

Toward the motherfucking pond.

I fumble for the emergency break, trying to find it with my foot in the dark and Delaney on my lap. That's a lot harder than it sounds, when you're careening backwards down a hill.

When I hit the brake pedal and we stop sliding backwards, we're perched on the bank of the pond, the back wheels dangerously close to the water. The golf cart sits slightly at an angle, and Delaney sits squarely on my cock.

She gasps, her bare breasts heaving, hand over her face. For a second, I think she's crying, but when she looks up, she erupts into peals of laughter. "Holy shit, Gaige, we almost ended up in the lake!"

"We probably should sit here for a few more minutes," I say. "Don't want to shift the weight or anything to accidentally make us roll into the pond."

"Oh my God, will it?" she squeals. Then she looks over her shoulder at me and I raise my eyebrows. "You just want me on your cock longer."

"Smart girl."

"Did you mean what you said when we were in the middle of…you know?"

"Did I mean what I said about us?" I ask.

"Yes," she says. "Do you want this to be more than just a one night stand?"

I pull her against me, one arm wrapped tightly around her chest. "I've never been more than a one night stand kind of guy. All I know is that I don't want to be with anyone else, and that the thought of someone else putting his hands on you makes me want to kill him."

"So, no Chelsea," she says.

"Fuck, of course there's no Chelsea," I tell her.

"No bimbos or groupies," she says.

"There's no one else but you, Delaney." When I say the words aloud, they ring true. The problem is that I thought I was just talking about having her all to myself in the bedroom, but now I'm not sure sex is all I want from her.





CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

DELANEY



I'm stuck on a flight to Japan with Gaige and Chelsea. Not that this is awkward or anything. At all.

Chelsea has been sweet as pie to me, but I'm pretty sure she wants me dead. I think she suspects Gaige and I are up to something, and that's definitely true. We've been sneaking around like a couple of hormonal teenagers. The truth is, I can't get enough of him. I find myself wanting him all the time, and that fact is starting to scare me a little bit.

The flight itself hasn't been terrible. We have first class suites, so I put up the privacy partition on mine as soon as we took off, and I didn't have to even think about Chelsea and how she glared at me from the other side of the aisle when Gaige got into the suite next to mine. It's almost like she doesn't exist. The seat converts into a bed, and I'm lying here on my laptop looking at the schedule, but I'm preoccupied with thoughts of Gaige.

Gaige says he wants us to be more than just a one night stand. But is it only because he doesn't want anyone else to touch me?

I press my finger to my lips, thinking about Gaige's version of owning me. I've never wanted to be possessed by someone before, but that's what I find myself wanting now.

A message appears in my inbox.



Are you sleeping? I'm bored. You should figure out a way to entertain me. That's going to be your job on this trip, right? The flight attendant has been by a million times with champagne, you know. Put down your partition and join the living.



I choke back a laugh and roll my eyes.



I know what your version of entertainment is. I'm sure Chelsea would be thrilled if that happened. Is she still giving me the evil eye through the partition?



I give it a few minutes before I go back to looking at the schedule. Obviously, Gaige got bored and moved on to something else. And that's precisely what I'm afraid of, when it comes to him and women. That's why I keep trying to push him away.

I wonder how much I'm deluding myself by thinking I'm something special in Gaige's eyes. I think I might be letting my past feelings about him affect my judgment now. I'm afraid it might be making me careless.

I have to remind myself that what's between us is just sex. That's all. We're hooking up and that's all it's going to be. It might not be just one night but it's certainly not going to be forever.

I get another email from Gaige.



Chelsea put her partition up and she hasn't poked her head out since. She slept on the flight to Vegas. You should put down your partition and entertain me.