His Forever (His #3) (2 page)

The plane ride back started out tense.  As we boarded, Hayden took my hand and led me to the back of the plane until we were about as far away from his father as possible.  With a touch of amusement and more than a little worry, I noted that Hayden was making no secret of his true feelings for his father.  My handsome, successful, charming boyfriend was acting more like a defiant teenager than a grown man.
  It was a peculiar thing to witness.

It’s funny, the effect that families can have on us, isn’t it?

Slouching down in my seat and stretching my legs out in front of me, I smiled from ear to ear when I realized there were no crying babies aboard the plane.  Oodles of leg room and sweet, sweet silence…maybe I could get used to the whole private jet thing after all.  No matter how much Hayden was sulking, I happened to find the whole thing novel and, well, pretty cool.

“Don’t look so happy,” he muttered.  “I’m sure you think living at my father’s estate will be like winning the lottery, but you’re wrong.  It’s cold and empty there.  Sure, he has a lot of money but so what?  He throws money at his problems to try to make them go away.  He uses money to get what he wants because he has no social skills.  You’ll see.  I know you think I’m exaggerating but I’m just trying to prepare you.”

My hand found his and I squeezed it tight.  “You do understand this isn’t about the money, right?” I asked anxiously, hating the fact that he might think of me as materialistic and easily bought.  “Living on the beach was whimsical and fun but let’s face it – it wasn’t exactly safe.  Your father can protect us.  His estate is private and closed off from the rest of the world.  It can be our safe haven.”

“Or our prison,” Hayden grumbled.

“I’m just trying to protect us.”

Hayden sighed.  “I know.  You’re right.  I just hate that I have to rely on him for…anything.”  He turned and looked at me then and his eyes searched mine desperately.  “I hate that my father brings out this side of me,” he said apologetically.  “And I hate that you’re seeing this side of me.  I’m sorry.”

I kissed him then, a playful peck that landed partially on his mouth and partially on his left cheek.  “Families are complicated,” I assured him.  “Why do you think I moved away from mine?  I don’t understand the dynamics of your relationship with your dad but don’t ever apologize for how you feel.  I want to see every side of you.”

“You’re the best,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair off my forehead with surprising tenderness.  Then after a brief pause, he leaned in closer to whisper in my ear.  “Want to join the Mile High Club?” he growled lustfully.  “It would definitely help take my mind off things.”

I grinned.  “I’d love to help you relieve some tension,” I told him wistfully, my body tingling at the idea of it.  “But we can’t!  If we go into the washroom together the crew – and your
father
– will know exactly what we’re doing!”

“How good of an actress are you?” Hayden asked as he beckoned to the flight attendant.
 

“Uh…pretty pitiful,” I replied
apprehensively, wondering what he had planned.

“Well then you can practice,” he told me, undeterred.  As the flight attendant approached, he
told her, “I need some anti-nausea medication for Ms. James please.  She’s feeling motion sick.”  He nudged me then, silently urging me to do something to support his claim.

At first I drew a blank.  Then I forced myself to let out a burp.  Immediately I regretted it – nothing says sexy like belching, right?  I was sure my face was beet red.  Beside me, I felt Hayden stiffen.  Without even looking at him, I knew he was struggling to maintain his composure.  The flight attendant’s eyes widened and she thrust a barf bag at me before hastily stepping back.  “Right away, Mr. Slate!” she told Hayden and then hurried away to the opposite end of the plane so as to not have to witness me vomiting.

Hayden was shaking with laughter.  “And you said you weren’t a good actress,” he snickered.  “That was a brilliant performance,” he teased.  “I’d do a slow clap right about now but I don’t want to attract any attention…”

“Stop it,” I
complained.  “You put me on the spot!”

“And you stepped up to the plate beautifully,” he chuckled.  “Is it wrong that I’m now even more attracted to you?”

“Yes,” I grumbled.  “You’re a very sick man.”

“I am,” he agreed.  “And you love it.”

Just then the flight attendant returned.  She handed a package of over-the-counter anti-nausea medication to Hayden as though she was afraid to make physical contact with me.  Maybe she had a phobia about germs I reasoned as I fought back a smile. 

There was something juvenile and yet oh-so-fun about playing this silly game – so I let myself sway just a little as though I was dizzy.  She didn’t stick around long after that.

Hayden took the neatly folded barf bag from me and opened it up.  Then he pressed it gently into the palm of my hand.  “You’re going to make a frantic dash for the bathroom as though you’re about to be sick,” he instructed.  “Me being the loving boyfriend I am, I’ll follow so I can hold your hair.” 

I rolled my eyes.  “How noble of you to brave my imaginary vomit,” I quipped.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“No, not yet,” I said, reaching for the champagne we’d been provided with upon takeoff.  I took a long sip but didn’t swallow.  Instead, I held it in my mouth.  Then I unfastened m
y seatbelt, worked up my courage and bolted from my seat.  I paused just outside the bathroom door to spit the champagne into the barf bag before stumbling inside.

A moment later Hayden let himself into the bathroom, locking the door behind us.  “You were fantastic,” he snickered
as we stood there in the cramped little room, our bodies not quite touching.  “The champagne was a nice touch.  I’m impressed.  Those Hollywood actresses don’t have anything on you, Daniella.”

I snorted and opened my mouth to speak, but I was silenced by Hayden’s kiss. 

Just like that, our playful banter dissolved.  In its place was pure, raw passion.  Suddenly we only had one purpose, and that purpose was to be together.  After everything that had transpired, it felt good to just fall into one another.  Hayden grounded me in the midst of all the craziness that had somehow become my life.

His tongue explored my mouth with a familiarity that instantly relaxed me
.  Though the only sound in the small cubicle was our heavy breathing, the kiss spoke volumes.  It said far more than any words ever could, reaffirming our love for and commitment to one another.  Hayden’s lips felt like coming home.

I’d given up
pretty much everything for him but I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.  Not even the perfect career in the ideal town could entice me to give my decision a second thought.  I didn’t want to live a life devoid of Hayden Slate.  I’d risk everything just to be with him…and in a sense, I had. 

Hayden’s hands were all over my body as his fingers tore at my c
lothing.  He yanked off my lace panties, the delicate fabric destroyed by his need for me.  I helped him untie my halter neck sundress so that he wouldn’t rip it off me in his sexual frenzy.  Exiting the bathroom looking dishevelled wasn’t high on my list of things to do when Hayden’s father was onboard the plane.  I was paranoid about making a poor first impression because no matter what their relationship, Henrik was Hayden’s father. 

And yet the thought of
having sex with Hayden in the cramped washroom of the jet thrilled me to no end.  As his lips moved down my neck, over my collarbone and across my erect nipples, I was barely able to hold back my moans.  I wanted him – no, I
needed
him so bad.  He ignited something in me that made me crazy.

With my skirt hiked up around my waist, Hayden’s hands squeezed my ass cheeks and
nearly lifted me up off the ground, pushing my back up against the wall.  His stubble tickled my neck as he licked that sweet, sensitive erogenous zone just below my ear and his breath felt hot against my soft skin.  I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and then he plunged inside my silky depths.

I was so wet for him.  His length filled me completely and my body was totally his as I surrendered to him.  The plane hit a little turbulence at that moment and we were thrown around a bit, but what normally would have freaked me out barely even registered. 
Not even fear of falling from the sky could distract me from my desire for Hayden.  In fact, the bumpy ride only seemed to exacerbate my pleasure, each jolt igniting a fresh wave of desire within me. 

Arching my back, I thrust my bouncing breasts toward Hayden and he ducked his head down, capturing a hard nipple in his mouth.  His tongue danced over the
stiff tip flesh unlike the way he teased my sensitive clit when he went down on me.  He drove himself into me with a rhythmic thrusting motion that drove me wild. 

The inte
nsity of it took my breath away and before long, I could feel the need for release building in my loins.  I marvelled at the way our bodies seemed to be built for one another, like the universe had planned right from the beginning of time for us to be together.  In that moment I felt so close to Hayden – and not just because we were quite literally crammed into the impossibly small bathroom of an aircraft.

His teeth clamped down on my nipple.  I bit my lip to keep from crying out
and clutched at his hair as he held me firmly against the wall.  His thick member plunged into my wet, wanting body with increasing force and I knew what that meant.  He was on the verge of climax…and so was I. 

A moment later when I felt Hayden’s body stiffen and heard his breath catch in his throat, I knew he was there.  I clenched my pelvic muscles as tightly as I could in rapid succession, wanting to help him along.  There was nothing quite as rewarding as seeing that expression of utter bliss on his handsome face and knowing that I was the cause of it.

My friend Mina once told me the difference between sex and lovemaking isn’t the level of force or kinkiness involved but rather, the degree of selflessness.  She said that sex is about personal gratification, chasing a climax, feeling good.  But lovemaking…that’s every bit as much about wanting to pleasure your partner. 

As an inexperienced virgin, I hadn’t quite understood what she meant.  In fact, I’m pretty sure I stared at her like she was crazy before clumsily changing the subject to something I knew more about. 
I hadn’t known what to say or what to think about her strange assertion.

But I got it now.

Even though we were brazenly fucking in an airplane bathroom in a quest to join the Mile High Club, there was no question about it.  Hayden and I weren’t just having sex.  What we were doing was more than sex…so much more.  We were making love. 

After he came down, Hayden looked absolutely spent.  I knew it wasn’t necessarily the sex that had worn him out so much as all the other stuff that was going on.  What I was asking him to do – living under his manipulative father’s roof for our own protection – wasn’t easy for him.  I motioned for him
to sit on the closed toilet lid, afraid that otherwise he might stumble and fall on me the next time we hit turbulence.

“Are you okay?” I murmured, brushing my hand across his damp brow.  He caught my wrist and kissed each one of my finger
tips, his eyes never leaving mine.  The electricity between us was undeniable.  It always had been.

He reached for me then, motioning for me to place my legs outside of his.  That was so like him, always the considerate lover.  He might be exhausted but he was still determined to see to it that I got my orgasm.  “You don’t have to…” I started to protest, more than willing to give him an out given how tired he looked.

He held a finger to his lips and shushed me in the nicest manner possible.  “Shh, it’s okay,” he assured me as he positioned my body where he wanted it.  “I love making you cum.  I want this as much as you do…maybe even more.  Just let me do this for you, okay?”

“Okay,” I sighed through heavy lidded eyes.  His fingers were already on my spread, wet sex and as always, they felt incredible.  He always knew just how to set me on fire.  So I stood there nearly straddling him, my legs spread wide and my gently swaying breasts right in his face as he touched me in all the right ways.

My thighs trembled as Hayden’s finger drew slow, easy circles around my engorged clitoris.  I could feel the sensitive nub positively pulsating with desire.  He teased me for a minute, igniting my passions even further, before giving me what I craved.  When he finally touched my swollen button, I nearly yelped. 

He rubbed me hard and fast and for a moment, the only sound that filled the tiny space was the wet
rubbing of his fingers as they slid through my juices.  Then I began to moan, a low, guttural noise I could hardly believe was even coming from me.  Hayden perked up then, no longer looking exhausted.  Instead, he looked very, very interested.

“That’s it,” he coaxed in a low, commanding voice.  “Give into the pleasure, Daniella, and cum for me.  Think about what we’re doing right under everyone else’s noses.  Think about how easy it would be to get caught – one wrong move and the door could burst open, the two of us tumbling out clothes askew in full view of everyone.  The thought of being caught gets you off, doesn’t it?”