Only One Love (Only One 7)

“They were going to my parents’ house today,” Michael says. “I’m supposed to head over there. Alex and Vivi are still in town. They leave tomorrow.”

“Alex filled up my phone with videos,” Cooper says, laughing. "The last picture I got was of Erika learning some dance on the floor about a bucket and a mop."

I laugh, thinking about the dance he’s talking about. The plane starts to move, and I lean back, closing my eyes, and all I can see is Franny. Except it was from that night, the night that replays over and over in my head.

“Fuck, your cock is good," she panted out as she rode me in a reverse cowgirl position. My hands held her hips as she leaned forward and held my knees. Her ass bounced every single time she sat down. Her long hair hung down her back and swayed back and forth. I sat up as she sat down on my cock, both of us moaning as I got even deeper into her. My hand went into her hair as I pulled back her head to devour her mouth. She rotated her hips as she tried to lift herself to slam back down on me. My hand went around her and pinched her nipple. Her mouth let go of mine as she moaned, "So full." Her own hands came up to cup her tits, and my hand slid to her clit, going in little circles.

I pushed her forward, and her hands flew out. My cock never left her pussy as she squeezed it. "Your ass." I slapped one ass cheek as I pulled my cock out of her and slammed it back in. "Looks good riding my cock." I felt her hand on my balls and looked down to see one hand playing with her clit. "It looks better with my mark on it, though." I slapped her again, and this time, her pussy convulsed all over my cock.

"I’m coming." Her head fell forward, and I felt her coming all over my cock. Her pussy squeezed my cock every single time. She looked over her shoulder. "Thought you would be able to fuck me harder." She smirked at me and pushed back on my cock. I placed my hands up in the air and watched her fuck me. I couldn’t look away as her pussy swallowed my cock. "If you want it done right, you have to do it yourself." She pulled herself off me. "Time for me to ride." She tilted her head to the side and pushed me back. She threw her leg over me as she held my cock in one hand and aligned it with her pussy. She sank down it, and both of us moaned.

The plane landing wakes me up, and I look around, shaking the sleep away but not the memory. I can still hear her whispering in my ear. Everyone shoots up as soon as the plane stops, eager to get home to their families.

I don’t say anything to anyone as I walk over to my Land Rover and head home. Parking my truck in the garage, I get out, grabbing my bag, and making my way into the house.

The blinds are closed as I walk up the steps to my bedroom. I dump my bag in the closet, unpacking it. I change out of my suit and grab a pair of jeans with a T-shirt.

I walk back downstairs to grab something to eat. Opening the fridge, I see that the cleaning lady did the grocery shopping for the week. Nothing catches my eye, so I grab a water bottle and walk toward the family room. I turn on the television and sit down, flipping through channels, and all I can think of is Franny. I wonder if she got drunk with the girls. I wonder if she did the dance. I wonder about all of it and look at my watch to see it’s just past six.

Grabbing my phone and my keys, I walk out to the garage and make my way over to the Chinese restaurant. Walking in, I spot the menu and order five chicken dishes, five beef dishes, and five shrimp dishes, egg rolls, crab rolls, four different noodles, fried rice, shrimp fried rice, and chicken fried rice. The lady at the table just looks at me with her eyes wide.

"Lots of people," she says. I don’t tell her that it’s just for two or maybe even one. I sit down and wait. My head tells me this is a bad idea while my heart tells me to go get her. The lady comes out with four white bags filled with stuff. "Chopsticks inside," she tells me, and I nod, walking back out to the SUV.

I drive to her office and take a deep breath before getting out of the truck with the food. My palms are sweating, and I have to wonder if it’s the heat coming from the bags of food or if my nerves are taking over. There is no one in the lobby, which irritates me since anyone can get to her. I press the number for her floor, and the nerves come in tenfold. The last time I was this nervous was the time I played my first NHL game. And even then, I think I was less nervous. I don’t have any time to think. When I step out of the elevator, my stomach rises up, and I literally think I’m going to barf all over the place.