Thief: A Bad Boy Romance (46 page)

I
grip
the armrests of my seat with a white-knuckle grip, my breath coming quick in my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut. The tightness in my stomach pulls at me, and for a moment, I feel  paralyzing fear claw me into the seat as the floor seems to drop away beneath me.

Until I feel his hand on mine.

I squeeze it in an iron grip, swallowing heavily and letting my eyes crack open as I turn to look at him with a wary smile on my face. “Sorry, I’m a wimp.”

Hunter grins. “You know, I never would have pegged you as a bad flyer.”

“It’s not— Jesus
fuck
—” I choke out as the sound of the plane’s wheels tucking underneath sends my adrenaline spiking. “It’s not the
flying
I’m bad at, it’s the taking off and landings.”

He winks at me and squeezes my hand one more time before quickly dropping it back to his own lap as Emma swivels in her seat to look back at me. “See? Smooth take-off!” She says with a smile. “And now you can relax, close your eyes, and I’ll wake you when we land in San Francisco.”

The plane shudders in a way that I’m sure is a
totally
natural part of the process, but I squeeze my eyes shut anyways as I gasp.

“Just the wheels,” Hunter says under his breath to me as he chuckles and pats my arm in a very non-sexual way. He turns to look out the window of Air Force One while Emma just sits there beaming at us. She’s been grinning like this more and more over the last three weeks every time she sees the two of us getting along or being nice to one another, like she’s so
so
proud of both of us for embracing the “loving wholesome step-siblings” card she and the rest of the PR team have been trying so hard to spin after the announcement.

Except three weeks later, things are anything
but
“wholesome” between Hunter and me. Three weeks later, the word “wholesome” is the last word in the world I would use to describe what’s happening between the two of us.

The words “dirty”, “sinful”, “naughty”, and “perverse” might suit it better.

Three weeks later, and we’re still fooling around like we’re some sort of secret couple; a dirty, secret affair. In public, we play the part, of course. In public, ever since that announcement on national television where Hunter had me coming in front of all of America, we play the step-sibling card to the
letter
. We do photo shoots back at the VA hospital with wounded veterans, we attend charity events, we smile on television, we go to lavish dinners and galas with members of government and rub elbows with ambassadors.

We joke playfully during interviews, pose for funny pictures. We even do a small segment on “Good Morning to the Nation” where Hunter laughs and nods on camera that “yes, he’s so glad to have finally gotten the younger sister he’s always wanted” before he playfully tickles me.

Which I’m sure has every soccer mom in the country biting their lip and thinking something
extremely
unwholesome about the very
wholesome
young man grinning his way into their fantasies from the TV. We’re the step-sibling duo from a sitcom; the all-American, cheery, witty-bantering, fun, wholesome Madison and Hunter, residents of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

In private though, it’s a
very
different dynamic.

In private, he consumes me. In private, he does things to me I’ve never
imagined
that have me whimpering and begging for more. I crave it
deeper
, and
darker
; I want everything with him. I want him even more when he ties me to the four-post bed in my room and fucks me bare; fucks me with his fingers in my mouth to keep me from screaming. I want him even more when he bends me over the edge of the luxurious big white tub in my master bathroom and takes my ass again as he rubs my clit.

It’s all behind closed doors, all hidden away in the secret shadows where no one can see.

And I
love
being his dirty, wicked, naughty little secret.

The plane levels out as we hit cruising altitude, and I can finally relax.

That is, until Emma turns back around and I feel Hunter’s hand drop to my knee. I grin as I turn and flash him a look.

“
Careful
,” I whisper, nodding my head towards Emma and Dexter and some of the Secret Service guys sitting towards the front of the cabin.

Hunter just shrugs and moves his hand a little higher. It’s nothing
obscene
, but it’s not like it wouldn’t raise eyebrows and some serious questions if someone were to walk back here and see his hand resting on my thigh like that.

Let’s just say it’s
hardly
a gesture that fits the whole “wholesome step-siblings” narrative.

“Have I ever mentioned how much I like you wearing these damn skirt-suits?” He murmurs into my ear, sending a little shiver down my back.

“It’s all Emma and the rest of the PR team,” I say quickly, biting my lip as I feel his strong fingers tease across my thigh, inching towards the hem of my skirt.

“Well remind me to send them a thank-you card,” he says with a smirk as his hand slides higher.

We’re twenty minutes into the five hour flight to go join my mother and Alec for the international renewable energy summit she’s speaking at in San Francisco, and I’m already spreading my legs wider to give Hunter better access to what lies between them.

I grip my armrests again like I did during take-off, but this time, my eyes are wide open and darting across the backs of the seats a few rows in front of us where Emma and Dex are sitting.

This time, I’m not gasping in fear, this time, I’m sucking in air and trying not to make a
sound
as Hunter’s fingers find the front of my panties and rub gently across them. This time, it’s not turbulence or vertigo I feel in the pit of my stomach, it’s a
need
for the man sitting next to me.

“I need to taste you,” he suddenly growls in my ear, his lips nipping at the lobe.

I bite my lip as I grin at him. “That might be a
little
hard to be covert about
here
,” I say quietly, nodding again towards the occupied seats in front of us.

“It’s a big plane.”

I turn to him, my brow raised and the thrilling promise of both trouble and pleasure that I get whenever he looks at me like that burning through me. “You’re serious?”

He shoots a glance towards the front of the plane before he pulls my hand into his lap, and I blush as my fingers find him rock-hard and ready. “I dunno, doll, you tell me.”

“
Incorrigible
,” I whisper, grinning at him.

“Says the girl who’s practically leaving a puddle on the seat,” he growls into my ear, making me blush and squirm in my seat. His fingers press against the cleft of my pussy through my panties as he whispers again into my ear. “I think we should join the club.”

I frown. “The club?”

Hunter grins wickedly at me. “As in, mile-high club.”

My eyes widen at him as I feel the heat bloom in my face. “Yeah,
right
.”

“I’m totally serious,” he says, his finger dragging up and down the front of my panties in a maddening way.

I swallow the moan and look up into his eyes. “And how
exactly
would you suggest we pull that off here?”

He grins, “Easy. Meet me in the back bathroom in five minutes.”

He unbuckles his seatbelt and starts to get up before I can even process what he’s just said.

“
Wait!
” I hiss, pulling at his shirt sleeve. “We can’t just…
go
back there.”

“Sure we can. Like I said, it’s a big plane.”

The need for him is real. The hunger to taste his lips and feel his thickness driving inside of me has my blood roaring in my ears, but at the same time, I’m trying to tell myself how
bad
of an idea this is.

How
dangerous
it is.

“What if they come looking for us?”

Hunter rolls his eyes and nods towards the front of the plane, where Emma is typing frantically and Dexter is half-asleep with headphones on.

“We’ll be fine. Oh, and Maddie?” He leans down as if grabbing something from his seat next to mine, but instead his hand slides under my skirt and brushes against my wet panties again. “You should probably just go ahead and leave these here.” He winks at me, “Five minutes.”

And then he’s strolling nonchalantly towards the back of the plane, leaving me breathing heavily with the wicked little thoughts tumbling through my head.

It’s
terrible
idea, really. There’s so much room for us getting caught in his plan that it’s insane to even think about. Sure, I want him, and I’d love to feel his hands and his mouth on me, but what he’s suggesting is
ludicrous
.

Right?

‘As in, mile-high club.’

I roll my eyes and try and push the thought of riding Hunter’s cock in the bathroom of the plane out of my head.

Ridiculous
, I tell myself, crossing my arms over my chest and fidgeting in my seat.
It’s a silly idea
.

Except it’s an idea that just won’t leave my head, and one that actually grows the more I try not to think about it. I’m imagining straddling his lap and sinking own on that big cock of his, and riding him while we cruise at thirty thousand feet. I picture him bending me over the sink and fucking me from behind, my hands against the mirror and my eyes locked on his through the reflection.

Goddamnit
.

He’s too good at this. He’s too good at planting this little
seed
inside my head and just letting it grow until I can’t resist it anymore. And here he’s gone and done it again, because before I know it, I’m glancing once more at the front of the plane before reaching under my skirt.

My pulse is pumping at what feels like a million miles an hour as I slowly peel the panties down my legs, and even while I’m chiding myself for actually doing this, I’m stuffing them into my purse and smoothing my skirt as I stand.

I glance once more at the front of the plane, seeing that no one’s paying attention, before I turn and start to walk towards the back of the plane. I wring my hands together and it feels like
every eye
on the plane is burning into my back even though I know they aren’t even looking.

But deep down, I know I love this. I love the thrill of it, the heady rush of adrenaline from always being on the brink of “being caught”, and I love the almost chemical rush I get from doing it with him.

Hunter opens the door right as I timidly knock, as if he knew I was there. I’m breathing heavily, standing there in the hallway for half a second almost like I’m still making up my mind if I’m actually going to do this, when he yanks me inside and shuts the door behind me. The next thing I know, I’m moaning as his mouth is on me in an instant, his lips crushing hard against my own as my body molds against his.

His hand slides up my leg, and I’m already trembling and gasping as his fingers find me wet and bare. He arches a brow at me as if surprised that I actually left my panties behind.

“Good girl,” he murmurs into my ear, and I moan as he slips a finger inside of me.

I could tease and be teased by him in this little bathroom for the whole five hour flight, but I
need
him inside of me, right then. I’m tearing at his belt and shoving his pants down before my hand curls around his cock, stroking him as his tongue slips into my mouth.

I’m pushing him away and grinning wickedly at him as I turn around and press my hands against the mirror, tossing my hair out of my face as I look back over my shoulder at him.

“I need you to fuck me.”

Hunter’s eyes flash with heat, his jaw tightening as he grips his cock in his hand and moves towards me.

“
Fuck me
,” I husk out, feeling his hands slide over my ass and his cock press against the slippery wetness of my pussy. I look back at him once more, “Don’t be gentle.”

I cry out as I lurch forward, my hands splayed across the mirror as Hunter drives his cock balls-deep in me on the first stroke. He grinds against me, pressing the head of him deep inside before he pulls back, only to thrust in again. Pleasure rolls over me as he starts to drive into me again and again, his hands tight on my ass, holding my skirt around my waist as he buries that wonderful dick in me again and again.