Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection
“If my ex could see me in here with the both of you, she would die,” Amber moans loudly.
Without any further delay, she shoves her head between Ivana’s legs as Ivana curses at her, begging her to suck her pussy and stick her fingers deep inside. I’m at a slight loss for what to do, caught up in the excitement of it all. But time is of the essence because this plane isn’t going to stay in the air forever.
My cock is throbbing, the blood pumping hard as I restrain myself from blowing too quickly. Knowing I don’t have a rubber on me, I settle for a blowjob while Amber finishes Ivana off. It doesn’t take me long—two women staring up at me with wild eyes, fighting to suck me off the hardest.
Fucking. Suck. Harder.
“Sir,” a voice calls to me. “Sir, please fasten your seatbelt. We are descending into LAX.”
Startled and confused by my surroundings, it takes me a moment to realize it was only a dream. And Ivana, ironically, is the one who bursts my pornographic bubble. Still standing over me, she notices the hard-on and walks away with a satisfied smile.
Cock tease.
The girl beside me begins a conversation, introducing herself as Erika. Funny, I didn’t peg her for an Erika. Much like my warped dream, she asks the same questions, buying time with mundane topics. When the wheels of the plane begin to drop, loudly echoing through the cabin, Erika drops the bombshell.
“I broke up with my boyfriend because he cheated on me with one of my friends. And you know what makes it worse? They’re still together!” she cries loudly.
I want out of this plane.
Out of this conversation.
So, being the dick I am, I don’t say anything else and pretend to be enjoying the view through her window as the plane hits the ground and screeches to a halt.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Los Angeles,” the pilot announces.
I give myself a moment to take it all in. The fact that I’m here, beginning something new. Embarking on a new adventure. It would have been nice to have a moment of serenity as we taxied into the terminal, but Miss Chatty next to me takes the opportunity to go on about her ex-boyfriend.
She turns to face me, staring me down behind her glasses. “Give me your honest opinion, you’re a guy, I need a guy’s perspective. If I hooked up with someone else, say, like a rebound, would that make him angry, you think?”
Oh, sweetheart. You’re asking the wrong guy.
It’s like dangling a bottle of scotch at an AA meeting. Here she is, dangling her frigid little pussy in front of me. Clenching my fist, I try my hardest to answer her question without insinuating we should meet up so I can show her a real man wouldn’t be cheating on her sweet, pretty ass.
“Erika,” I say, standing up to open the overhead locker and remove my bag. “Do whatever it is you need to do to move on. Don’t waste your time worrying about someone that doesn’t feel the same.”
Pat on the back for that mature response.
The chaos begins, passengers scrambling to grab their belongings to exit the plane. Erika thanks me for the advice and I say goodbye, following the line that begins to move toward the exit.
Along with everyone else, I walk through the corridor, then turn the corner and see the crowds of people waiting at the gate.
Charlie’s standing at the front with one of her daughters. I immediately recognize her even though I hadn’t seen her in years. Her normally brown hair is slightly darker, chopped into a shorter style that reaches her shoulders. Back when we were younger, she was a lot paler, but I’m assuming living in California is why her skin is so olive. She’s always been a beautiful girl, a reason why every boy in town wanted to date her when we were young.
I wave hello, distracted by a tap on my shoulder. I turn around as Erika hands me a piece of paper. “My number. I’m taking your advice. Make sure you call me, okay?”
Wow! So even when I’m trying not to be sexy, I must come across that way. Talk about an ego boost. I wink back at Erika, following it up with a smile, shoving her number into the pocket of my pants.
“Uncle Noah!” The little girl runs toward me, wrapping her tiny arms around my leg. What the hell was I supposed to do? I don’t even remember her name. She looks exactly like her dad—mousy brown hair with bright green eyes. I’d expect a little girl should be dressed in some sort of frilly dress, but not her. She’s wearing a white T-shirt with #Superhero printed on it in bright green, along with a cape. Okay, seriously, the kid already rocks.
“Well, well, well… look who finally made it to LA.” Charlie grins.
“Hello, cuz.” I smile back, placing my bag to the floor then leaning in to hug her.
I may have left my mom behind, but Charlie is family. A sister-li
ke figure who I grew up with until my mom and I moved when I was fourteen. Something about her makes me feel at home. Perhaps it was the years of torture she inflicted on me when we were growing up. Tea parties, wedgies—you name it, she made me do it.
Pulling away, she holds onto my arms to look at me. Her eyes glass over, she’s on the verge of crying.