Virgin Flyer

“Ughgod,” I gasped. I folded my legs around the back of him and pulled his face down to kiss me. We were breathing so heavy, it was more like holding our mouths together as we fought for oxygen, but it still gave me the intimate connection I craved.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmured before kissing me more fully. “So hot.”

I felt half-conscious, like I’d melted into the bed and would never be able to get up again. I’d been awake now for over twenty-four hours, and the adrenaline spike from the crash had made the exhaustion even worse. Would it be rude if I just closed my eyes and slipped away?

Jack began murmuring to me again, but I couldn’t catch the words. At one point a warm wet cloth cleaned me up like something out of a Disney movie where objects were animated and sentient. Or maybe that was a dream.

When I woke up sometime later, I was plastered against a solid, masculine body that smelled like hotel soap and sleepy man. Would it be considered strange if I sniffed his armpit? His arm was bent up over his head, exposing the sexiest dark pit hair ever. Just as I was inching up to sneak a whiff, the phone rang, splitting the silence of the dark hotel room.

10

Jack

Watching Teo orgasm himself into a stupor had been intoxicating. The noises he’d made, the flush on his chest, and the way he’d clung to me had made me feel like some kind of sex god. He was so beautiful when he let go. I wanted to see it a million more times.

But when the phone woke us up, I knew we had a long day ahead of us that didn’t include more shared orgasms.

“Hello,” I croaked into the room’s headset.

“Morning, Jack,” Nate said. “I need to get the keys from you and head back to the airport. The mechanic and investigator are arriving soon, and I need to be there.”

Teo began to shift away from me, but I pulled him back to my side and pressed a quick kiss against his messy hair.

I glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost ten. We’d only managed about four hours of sleep. “Yeah. Give me five minutes to shave, and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

After I hung up, I put both arms around Teo and squeezed gently, wanting to imprint the feel of his body against mine on my memory.

“I have to go to the airport. Stay here and get some more sleep.” I kissed the top of his head again before letting go. He reached out to grab my hand.

“Wait. Um… will you… what should I…” He winced and looked everywhere but at me before continuing. “Do you need help? I mean, not that I would know how to help with an airplane or anything, but… never mind.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Never mind. That’s stupid.”

God, he was so vulnerable and sweet. Naive, almost. Or… something. Something that brought out an unexpected tenderness in me.

“Actually, yeah. You know what would be a huge help?” Teo’s face lit up when I spoke. “Find out where we can meet for lunch in a couple of hours and text me? I think there’s a restaurant here at the hotel, but I’m not positive. If Nate and Brenda come with us, we’ll need a table for four.”

He nodded and smiled in relief. “Got it. I can do that. Do you want me to pick something up and bring it to the airport?”

“Probably not, but I’ll text you if things change. I don’t want you to have to try and find a ride in this place. It’s not the kind of town you can hail a cab in.”

After making myself somewhat presentable in the bathroom, I raced to get dressed in the warmest clothes I had before meeting Nate in the lobby.

“How’s Mr. Banks?” he asked, handing me a paper cup of coffee and a granola bar.

I updated him on everything that had happened overnight, including the family’s decision to send him on home.

“Does the other gentleman still need to go to Frankfurt?”

I glanced at him as we hopped in the borrowed truck. “I… I don’t know. I mean, I assume not because he was traveling as Mr. Banks’s nurse, wasn’t he?”

It was only a couple of miles to the airport, but since the roads had patches of snow and ice on them and I was driving a borrowed vehicle, I was extra careful. I’d driven plenty growing up in Indiana, but once I’d moved to Newark, there’d been years where the most driving I’d done was on vacations and visits home.

“No. It was my understanding he’s a consultant for the company and they were headed to Germany to close a deal. If that’s the case, we may need to make arrangements to charter another plane. Either way, we can’t expect the guy to stick around here while we assess the engines.”