California Nights (Rich Boys of California Duet 1)

Then the door swung open.

Jace stood there, holding a bobby pin.

“You do know you are marrying a former criminal, right?”

I gasped and he grabbed me, carrying me to the bed.

“Stay.”

I tried to catch my breath but the way he was looking at me made it impossible.

“Tsk tsk, Francine. You just made this so much worse on yourself.”

“I – I did?”

He nodded, walking towards me.

“So much worse…”

He didn’t tie me to the canopy again. He tied me to the bed posts. And then he kept me up and half crazed with lust until almost dawn.

By the time Jace me sleep, I’d made all sorts of promises.

I’d promised him a quick wedding.

I’d promised him never to lock another door between us.

And I’d promised to let him tie me up whenever he wanted to.

He said increasing my frustration was the only thing that helped with his frustration. He said that whenever he wasn’t touching me, he wanted to be touching me.

And he told me he loved me at least a dozen times.

The night was long, but I still fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Nev was right. This whole marriage thing had its perks.

Definitely.

Chapter Ninety-Five

Jace

She was reading. Again. Frannie put her forearm on the book and used her free hand to turn the page.

I only let her have one hand.

The other one was intertwined with mine.

“Would you like a drink? Cheese and crackers?”

I nodded to the stewardess.

“Jack and coke.”

Frannie shook her head.

“Nothing for me right now, thanks.”

We were riding first class to Tokyo. It was the first time I’d been on a plane. Ever. And I was riding in style.

Neither Frannie or I had paid for it though.

No one had really.

Apparently, Clay’s family owned stock in an airline.

Rich people were weird. Not all of them were bad though. This was a pretty nice engagement gift, I had to admit.

I rubbed my thumb over the back of Frannie’s hand. She looked at me, concern in her eyes.

“You bored?”

I shook my head slowly. My eyes were on her lips. I watched a blush steal over her pretty face.

“I’m never bored around you,” I said, rubbing a thumb across her fun bottom lip. “I’m just planning.”

“Jace… what are you?”

I leaned forward and kissed her.

“As soon as everyone goes to sleep, we are joining the mile high club.”

“What!”

“You heard me,” I said with a smirk.

The stewardess brought my drink over and I smiled at Frannie, taking a sip. She was staring at me nervously. Clearly I had her wheels turning.

Good.

Mine had been turning since we boarded.

What else was there to do on such a long ass flight but get some quality humpitty bumpitty time?

Soon enough the cabin was quiet, with all the first class people sound asleep. Even coach and business were quiet, with the lights dimmed throughout the plane. Frannie’s head was on my shoulder, her book closed in her lap.

I lifted it slowly, placing it on top of her carry on bag.

She had two actually. One bag for her and one bag for me to carry on for her. Both of them were almost all books.

She’d packed us some healthy snacks too. And travel sized toiletries. And pajamas. So we could climb into bed clean when we arrived.

I shook my head.

My Frannie was a funny girl.

I pushed her hair back and whispered in her ear.

“It’s time.”

She blinked at me, looking like a sexy little owl. Then she blushed and nodded.

I could tell she was nervous.

That was okay.

She would get over it.

I led her towards the bathrooms up front. No one was around so I slipped inside, pulling her behind me.

Finally, we were alone.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” she said shyly.

I rubbed my thumb over her lip before I kissed her. My hands were on her ass, wasting no time in bringing her against my throbbing cock. I was hard as a rock.

After all, it had been almost twelve hours since I had her.

I felt like I was going to explode all day. All the blood rushed to my dick every damn time she reached over for something. Dealing with luggage and tickets… taking off her shoes.

She had been bending over a lot.

Hmmfffff…

“Take your pants off.”

She laughed nervously and did as I asked. I pulled her shirt and bra up to her armpits. Now I had full access to her goodies.

And I damn well used it.

My hands and lips touched her sensitive spots, making sure to get her as amped up as I was.

I pulled my cock out. It was already glistening with my precum.

She ran her hands over it, leaning down to lick the tip.

“Unffff… Fuck, Frannie. No time.”

I hoisted her hips up so her thighs were on my hips. Pushing her so her ass rested on the edge of the sink, I held my cock at the sweet spot where her pussy lips met.

I pushed forward slowly, my cock thanking me instantly.