A Little Bit of Truth (Little Bits) (44 page)

Then he elbows Chris and points to
Summer, “Your girl is crazy.”

Chris glances at
Summer, frowns and turns to a guy, who I don’t know, on the other side of him.

Lucas looks at me, quirks a brow and shrugs. I join in on his shrug. Then I catch Mason’s eyes, except his eyes are glued to someone’s head. Chris’s head. And he’s glaring. Not Chris, Mason.

I elbow Lucas and point at Mason. Lucas’ brows go up, his lips purse, then he shakes his head and motions for me to follow.

“Am I the only one who thinks he’s got the
hots for Summer?” Lucas whispers as we take our seats on the row beside the girls and James.

“
Nuh-uh, I’m totally with you.”

Lucas’ lips thin again, “This is bad.”

“Why’s it bad?” I whisper even quieter than before, hoping the girls don’t hear.

Lucas nods at
Summer who looks happy at present, still flailing away. “She’s having a shit marriage right now. People do shit things when their marriages get shit. Desperation, wanting attention, wanting to feel special, just all around wanting more and thinking the grass is greener.”

“You worried?” I ask, intrigued by his line of thought. I don’t know shit about marriages. My parents’ marriage was always fucked up and I’ve never been married.

He shrugs again, “Should I be?”

“We’ll just keep them separated. Get rid of any temptation,” I suggest even though babysitting two adults to keep them from having whatever it is they may have sounds like a shit time.

“Nah, leave them to it and report to Marie and Loryn if you see anything.”

I look over at Mason who is staring at
Summer’s profile, his lower lip getting chewed between his teeth. “Yeah. I will. Maybe I should tell Marie to speak to Mason.”

Lucas nods at Marie, I see her face in the gap between the seats,
I see her very carefully shake her head at her brother who quickly looks away. “Not needed,” Lucas chuckles. “Your girl is very, very perceptive. Believe me when I tell you that. If shits going down Marie knows about it.”

“Yeah,” I agree because it’s true. My girl is quiet, contemplative, and very observant
even when you don’t realize it. I often watch her take things in, watch her eyes scan the room and file everything she sees away for a later date.

She sees a different expression on someone’s face and stores it, if she sees it again she stores that too until she starts seeing it often. When that happens she observes the person, watches for changes in their life, possible falling outs or pregnancies etc. When she figures out what it is she decides whether to act on it or to pass it on to somebody else who’ll have a better idea of how to act on it.

I see her profile now through the gap in the seats and realize she’s doing just that right at this very moment. Watching Summer and her brother and Chris too. Compiling data for a later date.

“I’ll speak to her,” I say and nod in Marie’s direction. As if sensing our talking about her, she whips her head round and stares at me with blank eyes.

I wink at her. She blows me a kiss. I nod towards the bathroom. She grins wickedly and nods. I grin wickedly and adjust my groin.

Then I buckle up and
wait for the plane to take off for an island not too far from Hawaii. A small yet private island with no inhabitants other than the hotel staff, airport staff, holiday tourists and so on. A place specifically for weddings, events and five star destination holidays.

Ugh. Will this flight ever end? I’m so bored. So, so, so, very, very bored. Bored to the point I’ve put Jacob’s seat all the way back, plonked myself on his lap, rested back on his chest, put a feather on my lips and proceeded to try and hold it an inch from my mouth with my breath for more than a second. So far this mission has failed and feather is now lost on the ground.

“Five second rule,” Jacob whispers in my ear. I huff and cross my arms over my chest. “Movie?”

“No.”

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy.”

“And you’re annoying when I’m grumpy,” I hiss through my teeth and glance at Lucas who is beside us and sleeping with Loryn sprawled across his front.

“Stop it,” Maya giggles making me roll my eyes. She and James are play fighting at present. James is nipping at her neck and pinching her thighs. Evelyn is being occupied by Summer a couple of seats down and Chris is way back with some guys he knows who I can’t remember ever meeting so they can’t be close friends. Which brings up the question: why the fuck isn’t he sitting with his wife?

“Here,” Jacob whispers and rips a tiny hole in the pillow behind his head. FEATHERS!

“Yay. Thank you baby,” I grin and wiggle my ass against his dick in appreciation.

He grunts and slides his hands under the hem of my tee
, the warmth of his fingers seeps through my skin sending fabulous little jolts straight to my groin. Nice. Shudder.

“Need the toilet,” I whisper so quiet I barely hear myself but I know he hears me because his thickening cock jerks against my ass. “Fancy joining the mile high club?”

“Fuck yeah.”

I stand, not liking the warmth that no longer flows through him and into me, stretch and head towards the toilets. Then I enter the stall and splash a bit of water on my face.

I wait.

And I wait.

Tap. Tap.

I open the door and pull him inside.

He smiles wickedly, hungrily, seductively as his eyes take me in. Without hesitation his hands slide down the back of my pants and cup my ass, I press my lips to his and close the toilet seat with my foot.

With a strength I didn’t know I had I push him onto the closed toilet, the room too small for us to do this any other way, then I drop to my knees and make quick work of his Superman belt and pants.

His cock pings out with a gentle tug, almost hitting me in the face. I swallow him immediately, forgetting about foreplay, laughing when he bites his finger to stop himself from moaning loud enough for others to hear.

I pull up sucking as I go, release him with a pop all the while stroking him with my hand. Like silk on marble. Brilliant.

“Keep doing that I’m not gonna last long,” his voice is hoarse, full of need. The sound of it triggers a mini orgasm deep, deep down.

Being this attracted to one man can’t be normal. Who gives a shit?

“Kay,” I mutter and swallow him again making his hips jerk up and his hands fly to the hand rail on one side and the sink on his other. He squeezes both until his knuckles turn white.

My free hand cups his balls and rolls them gently, he bites back a curse, only barely.

As I pull up his legs tense and his hips jump up a fraction, his breath comes out in pants and his eyes close involuntarily.

Abruptly I stand and kick my pants off followed by my panties, before he can adjust I straddle him, wrap an arm around his neck and guide his length to my wet, aching and needy entrance.

“Mile high,” I say and slam home, sinking my teeth into his neck to stop myself from crying out. There’s pain, of course there’s pain; he’s too big for there not to be pain. But there’s also pleasure and the pleasure outweighs the pain by a million.

I grind against him before pulling up and slamming back down. Then I do the same, again and again until I’m barely breathing from exertion and feeling. Everything burns
in the most delicious way, sex has to be the best thing in the world.

No.

Sex with Jacob has to be the best thing in the world.

“Faster,” Jacob demands on a gasp. His hands grip my hips and aid me in my
grinds, lifts and slams which are no longer controlled, if someone were watching this I’d swear they’d see nothing but a pink blur where my ass and thighs should be. “Christ babe, you need to come soon.”

“Uh-huh,” totally agreeing with him.

“Like now.”

“Trying babe.”

“Now Marie, now.” His entire body tenses, his fingers pinch into my skin with a bruising force. They slide around my back as he buries his face in between my breasts in an attempt to regain control.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I moan throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. “Jacob…”

“I’m there, need you to be there.”

“Not yet.”

“Fuck.”

He lunges up with his hips, his thighs squeaking against the toilet lid
as he pistons in and out of me. Almost there… burning… burning… clenching… oh god.

“Babe,” he warns, his body now solid against mine, his breath completely nonexistent as he holds everything in,
needing control. “Babe, now, now, now.”

“Oh god!” I cry out my release finally here. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids and my body spasms so sporadically I’m surprised the entire plane isn’t shaking with me.

Jacob almost crushes me with his arms, his moan louder than I’ve heard from him. His length hardens and swells larger than it ever has, his body becomes cement beneath his soft, smooth skin. Just feeling him break the way he is, lose control the way he is sends me spiraling back to that point of release once more.

“Fucking hell,” he half shouts and suddenly I’m up. My back is against the door and Jacob slams in and out of me five times, his groan lasting through the entire thing. “Don’t stop, don’t stop whatever the fuck you’re doing.”

I’m practically limp in his arms. I’m not doing anything although I’m pulsing down below rather rapidly.

He buries his face in my neck, his shoulders
give a wild shake before stilling.

“You okay?” he rasps and lifts his face, his hands still holding my thighs around his hips. Then he does something irrevocably sweet, he kisses both of my eyelids, my nose and then my
mouth before releasing my legs. I sway a little when my feet hit the ground.

“Uh-huh,” I smile slightly and run my nose along his jaw. “Love you Jake.”

His breath catches, his hand comes up and cups the back of my head pressing it forward so my forehead meets his lips. They linger on my damp skin for longer than necessary but I can’t deny I love every second of his tenderness. “Love you too babe.”

Then we clean up, dress and exit.

What we exit to isn’t great.

“MILE HIGH CLUB!” Is shouted by everyone, Sylvia (James’ mom) not included.

“I don’t think you were quiet enough,” Jacob whispers in my ear.

My mouth falls open, “You’re shitting me right?”

He only gives me his sexy, mischievous smile that I have come to adore much to my own horror.

“Our turn,” Maya storms right past us dragging a red and protesting James with her.

All eyes go to Sylvia who looks horrified as she should be.

We wait for it to begin, there’s a bit of banging, a bit of groaning followed by Maya giggling.

“Deliver me,” Sylvia mumbles and struts to the front of the plane.

Moments later the toilet door slams against the wall as it opens, James runs between the rows of seats and dives down a random one, flattening himself on the ground so as not to be seen. Did I mention the fact he’s laughing his head off?

All heads turn to the toilet.

“You absolute bastard!” Maya screeches.

Jacob and I peek around the door. Then I point and then I laugh and then I take pictures.

Hanging from the wall, a belt around her waist the other end looped over a hook above the sink is Maya. Her feet about a foot off the ground, her hands trying to rip the belt that’s holding her captive.

“I’ll kill you!”

“Need a hand?” Jacob asks.

“Nah, she’s fine,” I giggle, take his hand in my own and close the door on my screaming buddy. “I’m hungry.”

Five minutes later someone releases Maya, ten minutes later I’m flat on the ground next to James hiding from her wrath, both of us stifling our laughter to the point of turning blue in the face.

From the windows of the plane the island is small but absolutely gorgeous. White sand can be seen over miles of beach, green forest can be seen over miles of land, a huge hotel can be seen in the center, huge pools and buildings of equal extravagance can be seen surrounding it. Tourist locations, stores, statues, golf caddies, hover crafts, I’ve seen it all.

Now I’m experiencing it first hand, not through a window. I’m walking over the warm cobblestone that leads straight to the entrance of the hotel. My skin is damp from my recent swim, my hair sticking to my forehead and my girl clinging to my waist.

We’ve been here two hours, during those two hours we were shown to our rooms, given instructions and schedules and then we were left to our own devices.

I decided I needed a swim in one of the four pools, Marie decided to touch up on her tan. Then I got bored of swimming on my own and threw her in, then she beat me over the head with a pool float. It was awesome.

Now we’re heading in for food. I’m starving and tired. After flying for twelve hours
with a couple of gas stops, I now just want to relax. Seems everybody else has the same idea, everyone but Maya.