“I will. Be safe,” I say to the dial tone as he has hung up on me again. I sigh and the pang of nerves I get, makes Devon’s eyes narrow in suspicion at me.
Fortunately, he doesn’t ask, so we ride the rest of the way in a companionable silence while Devon sorts out last-minute instructions with his assistant.
A rriving at the airport, we make our way out to the private aircraft that will take us over the Atlantic.
“You, okay?” I ask Cole, as he has been silent for a while now.
He nods and says, “Yeah, I guess the more I think about it, the more nervous I get.”
“It’ll be okay,” I try to reassure him.
He gives me that slow, sexy smile of his and kisses me quickly.
We climb on board the jet. It is split into two sections. The left side houses two seats facing another two seats separated by a table and the right side houses a long bench seat, with another two on opposite sides behind this arrangement. All the chairs are decked out in cream, Italian leather.
“Let me show you the bedroom,” I whisper to Cole as I pull him along the aisle. I push open the bedroom door as Cole snickers. “Nice,” he comments.
A small circular bed takes up most of the space against the far-right wall with a dresser and vanity opposite.
“So, this is yours?”
I nod. “Technically Saxon Enterprises owns it, but yes, it’s mine.”
“Interesting,” he mutters.
I’m not too keen on this tone and want to question what he finds so interesting about it we are interrupted by the onboard staff – another special human aware of our nature – Jenna.
“Whenever you’re ready, Ms. Nelson. Captain Evans is ready for take-off,” she says.
“Thank you, Jenna.” I pull Cole back to the Main Cabin and sit opposite Devon in one of the four facing chairs. Cole sits next to me. We buckle up. Devon finally ends his phone call and does the same.
“All good?” I ask.
He nods curtly. “They have the onboard phone number if there are any problems.”
“Good. Now relax. It’s fun time,” I smile sweetly, and he softens.
“Yes, ma’am,” he salutes and then extends his hand for the drink Jenna has brought him. She looks expectantly at me. “Champagne,” I say, and Cole orders the same.
Soon, we are zooming through the skies to New York. As soon as the seatbelt sign goes off, Devon pulls out his iPad and plugs in his earphones. I know he is suffering and my heart breaks. He catches me looking at him and he smiles in reassurance, so I smile back.
Cole leans over and whispers, “Can we try out that bed now?” A shiver goes down my spine and I nod. Devon ignores us as we rise, but I feel his eyes on us as we enter the bedroom.
I pull Cole to me on the bed, and never taking my eyes off his, I bare my fangs and tilt my head in question. He nods briskly and I duck my head to his neck. I inhale deeply and sink my fangs into his neck. He hisses sharply, then moans with pleasure. It’s been too long since I’ve drunk from him and I feel his blood making me stronger and the intense craving subsides. Knowing I’ve taken way too much, I quickly retract my fangs and swipe my tongue over the wounds.
“Oh, baby, you taste delicious,” I murmur.
He looks startled. “I love you,” he murmurs.
“I love you,” I murmur back before he kisses me.
He pushes his hand through his hair, making it stick up in a really adorable way. I snuggle into him and he pulls me close.
“Cole,” I start, meaning to do some fishing about the elephant in the room, that is the possibility of me turning him. He doesn’t respond. I notice his breathing has deepened and he’s fallen asleep.
Rolling my eyes at the great timing, I climb off the bed, careful not to disturb him. I pull the coverlet over him and quietly sneak out of the bedroom back into the Main Cabin. Still with his earphones in, Devon raises his eyes from his iPad as he senses me. He pulls them out and smiles. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.” I plonk myself next to him and pluck his iPad out of his hands. “What you doing?”