Keeping Gemma (Holiday Cove 2)

Why oh why hadn’t we stayed on the ground?

Talia reached for my hand and placed it back between her thighs. I smirked over at her and began working her clit, using my thumb to draw tiny circles over the tender bud. Talia closed her eyes and lay her head back, even as her body shuddered and squirmed in the seat.

Her eyes popped open with a gasp when I buried two fingers inside her. She shuffled to spread her legs wider. She urged me on with wide eyes and whimpering moans. I toyed with her sweet G-spot over and over until she relaxed back again. Her hands gripped the seat and I watched as her knuckles went white. Her hips began to buck wildly in her seat, rolling in hungry, desperate urgings.

I drove into her harder and harder, until juice was pouring from her. “Oh my—” Her words cut off in another moan. I slowed my pace and she melted back into the seat with a sigh.

“You like that? You’re so fuckin’ naughty, Talia.” I leaned across the seat and nipped at her ear and then licked and nibbled my way down her neck.

“Aaron, make me come. I’m ready,” she begged.

I traced my thumb back over her clit and she shivered and whimpered. Her eyes opened and found mine. They were wide and pleading and I smiled down at her. “You wanna come all over this seat?”

“Yes, Aaron. Please!”

I dove my fingers back into her and rubbed the spot inside of her, my thumb gently tickling her clit, her smile darkening when she swore under her breath, the rest of her words dissolved into a muck of nonsense as she shuddered and came.

Talia moaned, and the walls of her pussy went tight, seizing, before pulsing into gripping waves around my fingers that were still buried inside of her. She bit back the sounds of her pleasure, and I smiled up at her as her eyes pressed tightly closed.

“That was insane,” she panted.

I pulled my fingers from her and pressed a final kiss to her lips.

“Aaron?” Lana’s voice came over the radio, and Talia and I both jerked to attention at the invasion of the intimate moment.

I wiped my hand off on my jeans and grabbed for the radio. “Copy.”

“ETA on touchdown?”

I rolled my eyes. If it was up to me, Talia and I would head up the coast a little longer, maybe touch down a little further, and find some hotel to finish what we’d started.

“Mr. O’Keefe is here,” Lana added, her unspoken meaning obvious.

Henry was back and wanted to know where his girlfriend was.

With a long look at Talia, I pressed the button on the radio. “Ten minutes. Headed back now.”

Talia arranged her dress and fixed her hair back into place as I turned my attention back to the controls.

It was fun, but it was time to go put an end to the fight over the F-4 and send both Henry and Talia back to LA where they belonged.

7

When Talia and I returned to the front desk at the entry of the museum, her entire demeanor changed from the strong, confident, sexy-as-fuck woman I’d just been finger fucking at ten thousand feet into a demur, quiet backdrop character in some soap opera. She melted into Henry’s side, and he automatically wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her in a way that sent a clear message:

She’s mine.

“Aaron, this is Henry O’Keefe,” Lana introduced, her expression something of an innocent, yet overeager, golden retriever.

I’d barely even noticed she was standing there at the desk.

I gritted my teeth into a forced smile and extended my hand—the one that had just been plowing into Talia’s dripping wet pussy—and shook his. “Aaron Rosen.”

Henry nodded, his grip tight and commanding on mine. “I apologize for my absence,” Henry said, his voice the polished, smooth version of his parking lot rumble routine the other day. There was still an edge of hostility to his demeanor. Still, I doubted that anyone looking in from the outside would be able to spot it. He was very subtle. But it was still there. “I trust you showed Talia a good time.”

I dared a glance at Talia, the echoes of her moans still playing through my mind. “Oh, yes, we had a grand old time,” I replied, finding it hard to fight off the grin that was forming.

Henry dropped his eyes to Talia, who immediately plastered a smile on her face and nodded. Her transformation was startling as she smiled up at the asshole with wide, adoring eyes. “It was so beautiful. I think this would be the perfect place to…” her words trailed off as Henry’s eyes shifted from steel to ice.

“Not now,” he said, his voice tight. Controlled.

She smiled over at me again but was visibly shaken.

What the hell is going on here? Something was definitely off. Who was the woman standing in front of me? She looked like the woman who had been so powerful and hypnotic, but everything else about her was different. Even her voice sounded different.