Ride With Me: A Possessive Cowboy Romance

The stewardess led me to the front of the plane. They were already preparing to taxi to the runway so they couldn't be kicking me off now, could they? The door was sealed. Unless they planned to eject me mid flight.

Now that would be a proper ending to my failed trip to America.

I almost laughed at the thought of skydiving but I was too depressed. I followed the stewardess to a seat at the front of the plane… They were putting me in first-class. Me, the girl with holes in her shoes. What the hell was I doing in first-class? I looked at her suspiciously. That was when I noticed him.

There was someone in the seat next to mine. A man wearing ripped jeans and a leather jacket. A man who was staring at me with a wry grin.

Jake Bloody Delancey.

"Please take your seat now, Miss Gavin."

I stared in shock at the gorgeous man staring back at me. My heart thumping in my chest. He was here. I had never been so happy to see anyone in my life. Happy, and mortified at the same time.

"Sit down, Elle,” Jake said calmly, in an authoritative voice I had never heard before.

I sat.

"Enjoy your flight, Mr. Delancey,” the stewardess said with a hint of wistfulness. I would have glared at her if I hadn’t been so discombobulated.

I looked straight ahead. Jake was probably mad at me. I realized I was afraid to look at him.

Coward.

"Put on your seatbelt, Elle."

Slowly I reached out and slid the buckle into place.

"How is your father?"

Silence.

I held my breath, feeling like the worst kind of heel for leaving him with a family crisis at hand.

Then Jake shifted in his seat. He was staring at me. I still couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

"He's alright actually. He seemed to turn over a new leaf when I promised him I'd stay in Brentwood."

I closed my eyes. I knew what big concession that was to him. He’d never wanted to be a part of the machine that was Delancey Stables.

"Do you know why I promised him that, Elle?"

I shook my head. The plane was picking up speed as it taxied down the runway. The tip of the plane began to lift.

"Look at me, Elle."

I turned my head sideways and stared into his beautiful blue eyes.

"I did it because of you."

Chapter Twenty-One

Jake

This was it. At long last, I had the upper hand. And I planned to savor every moment of it.

I leaned over Elle's beautiful, helpless, naked body. She was tied spread eagle to the hotel bed. The very, very large hotel bed.

"So, Elle. Tell me. How are you enjoying your trip to New York City?”

She moaned as I traced my fingertip down her body.

"Please Jake…”

“That’s Mr. Delancey to you.”

“Please… Mr. Delancey.”

I smiled at her and continued the teasing strokes. I’d been at this for over an hour. It was probably time to let her climax. That would be the kind thing to do.

But not quite yet.

I leaned down, my breath fanning her skin with warm air. She was cool to the touch, thanks to the hotel's air conditioning. Slowly I stuck out my tongue, making a point. I dragged it across her skin, skimming her nipple.

"Ohhhh…"

I kept going, sliding down her body, licking and teasing as I went. Then I started at her ankles again and worked my way up. She was shivering by the time I’d kissed my way back up her body to her flushed face.

"Had enough?"

She nodded breathlessly as I started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Hmmm… should I untie you?"

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please. Mr. Delancey” she added breathlessly.

“Are you sure?”

"Whatever you want– just–"

"Just what? Just fuck you?”

She moaned as I rolled her nipple lightly between my thumb and forefinger.

"If I give you what you want, you have to promise me not to run away again."

I stood and took my pants off. Her eyes were glued to my body. She looked hungry. Famished really. I grinned. Jesus, she was gorgeous. And very, very responsive in the sack. My little kitten was a wildcat when it came to alone time. I was a lucky man.

I’d never had more fun in my life.

She whimpered in pleasure as I lowered my naked body on top of hers. I felt my cock jerk, eager to get on with it. But I needed to hear her say it first.

Down boy, not just yet.

"Elle. I need your word."

"Yes. I promise… I–"

“You promise what?” I said, dragging the tip of my cock up and down her soaking wet pussy lips, both of us moaning in anticipation.

“I promise not to leave.”

“You promise not to leave who?”

“I promise not to leave you again, Mr…. ahhhh… please Mr. Delancey.”

“Close enough,” I allowed, giving her a kiss kiss before giving her what she wanted. What we both wanted.

I thrust into her, holding perfectly still while we both adjusted to the sudden onslaught of sensations. I grinned down at the dazed looking beauty beneath me. I kissed her lips, pulling her juicy bottom lip into my mouth for a nip.