She rolled her eyes at me before she said, “Dude, chill out. I’m going because my mother got married yesterday and didn’t tell me. So I’m going to go surprise her and her latest dupe.”
I breathed a deep sigh of relief, which she noticed. Then I asked another important question. “So how old are you?”
“I’m twenty-one. You?” she countered.
“Twenty-nine,” I replied. Yes…she wasn’t too young for me. Hell, when it came to her, legal was all I needed. I’d never dated anyone that much younger than me before, but she was my downfall and I knew it. She’d be the one I’d make all the exceptions for, to do stupid shit I wouldn’t do for anyone else. She would own me. I was on my way to stop my brother from marrying a stranger, but who was going to stop me? Who would even be able to stop me? No one.
The stewardess came back to see if we needed anything else. I needed something else, but it wasn’t anything the stewardess could give me.
“So do you usually wear that much makeup?” I wanted to know what I had to deal with and how hard I’d have to get her to get rid of the ridiculous look. My woman wouldn’t need to hide her face in all that war paint.
“Are you always a dick?” she replied indignantly. She said dick. I’d just got my boy to settle down, and it was like she was calling to him. He heard “dick,” and he was back up and panting, begging to be petted.
I gave her a shrug because a lot of people thought I was a dick, and even Ted called me a dick at least once when I talked to him yesterday. “Sometimes. Why do you wear all of that? It takes away from your naturally pretty face.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes I do. I can see your eyes just perfectly. All that black shit around your eyes is unappealing,” I informed her.
“Yet you haven’t left me alone, have you? My boyfriend doesn’t mind my makeup either, so I guess it’s not so unappealing,” Angel said spitefully.
“You’ve got a boyfriend?!” I asked with shock and a touch of hatred for this unknown POS. The information was a big blow. I was going to have to do something about that, and do it really quick. I wanted her without a doubt. Once we were off the plane, I was checking into my hotel, and then I was getting in her pussy. Fuck, I still had to check in with my brother and stop him.
She returned to her book, and I went back to looking over her shoulder. A minute in, she put it in the pocket in front of her and stretched, then she unzipped her sweater. Fuck me! She had a low-cut shirt on. Her cleavage was teasing me, like it was a perfect place for this ready-to-explode cock.
“You did that shit on purpose,” I accused.
“Did what on purpose?” she asked, knowing full well what I was talking about since I didn’t take my eyes off her tits.
“Unzipped your hoodie,” I growled.
“Yes, my purpose being that I’m hot.” The girl had an attitude. I’d fix that with a nice orgasm or two later tonight.
“That you are,” I said, unconsciously adjusting my uncomfortable erection.
“Are you playing with yourself?”
“Damn, sweetheart. Did you need to say that so loud?” I hissed as I looked around to see if anyone heard, but thankfully they hadn’t. “Actually, if you must know, you’ve got my dick so hard it’s become uncomfortable in its current position, and I needed to readjust. I would walk to the bathroom and adjust it there, but someone just walked in there and her husband followed her, so it will be a while.”
She blushed in mortification. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You can’t help that you’ve got me fucked up without doing anything special. Although undoing the hoodie didn’t help my predicament.” I tried to change the subject. “Are you a big Bulls fan?”
“Yes, I am, actually. Do you like basketball?” she asked me.
“Yeah, but we’re rivals. I’m from Boston, so of course I’m a Celtics fan. So taking off that hoodie was a plus too. My woman can’t be sporting Bulls gear. It would look bad,” I said, feigning mortification.
“Well then it’s a good thing I’m not your woman because I love my Bullies!”
“So you think,” I challenged.
It was then we were told to fasten our belts for landing. Once we landed, I lost sight of her. I let her get up first, but then some guy bumped past me, chasing after his kid. Who brings a kid to Vegas? I hoped they lived here. It wasn’t the ideal place for a vacation with kids. Damn it. She managed to slink through the crowds, but it was at the luggage carousel that I spotted her again. There was some guy talking to her, but he noticed me approaching and moved his ass along.