Uncontrollable (2 page)

“Having second thoughts already?” Slade asks
getting my attention.

I shake my head and then look back up to him. “Just
remembering how much thought you put into it.” I smile trying to get him to
smile as well. He looks so serious. His square jaw looks tense, and his baby
blue eyes are boring into me.

“I love it. Thank you for wanting to give me
something so special.” I wrap my arms around his neck.

His intense face softens, and his lips turn up at
the corners. “You’ve already thanked me, Angel; you’re giving me forever.” He
unwraps my arms from around his neck and takes my ring finger in his hand. He
runs his fingers over the band. “This is my promise that you will have my heart
forever.”

I feel my chest swell as he once more pledges his
love to me. It doesn’t matter that we are in an airplane bathroom that now
smells like sex or the fact that I’m somewhat naked. I almost laugh at that
thought.

“I love you.” I lean up and kiss him.

“I love you too.” He pulls away. “Come on, let’s
get out of this cramped bathroom.” He looks around and frowns. “Good thing
we’re not claustrophobic,” he mumbles to himself.

We walk out of the bathroom together five minutes
later. It was a struggle to get both of us cleaned up; having to place my jeans
and high heels back on was a sight to see. I managed to cut my arm on something
sharp. Who knew it could be hazardous.

I lead us back to our seats while I keep my head
down trying to avoid the looks from the other passengers. Slade places his hand
on my lower back to push me along. He must know what they are thinking.
So,
those were the two we heard joining the mile high club.

Trust me, by the way some of the women are
eye-fucking Slade, I’m pretty sure they wish he would have joined it with them.

Once we make our way to the other end of the plane,
I squeeze into the window seat and Slade sits down beside me.

“What have you two been doing?” Josh asks as he
turns around looking over the back of his seat to stare down at us.

“Nothing,” I answer sweetly.

He looks from me to Slade a few times and then a
big smile spreads across his face. “That hickey on your neck says otherwise.”
He nods his head down to me making a few pieces of his long shaggy brown hair
fall in his face covering his blue eyes.

Courtney reaches up and pulls him down into his
seat by the collar of his shirt. I laugh as I hear him choking from her action.
“What?” I hear him ask, but she gives him no response.

Slade slides his hand across my face and into my
hair. He pulls my face over to him, and he brings his lips to mine.

“You gave me a hickey?” I lift an eyebrow. He’s
left them before just not where others can see them.

He smirks, and I can almost read his mind. He’s
thinking ‘Fuck yeah I did. What are you going to do about it?’

“Oh yeah, it’s huge,” Josh says before we hear
Courtney reach over and smack his arm. “Ow,” he whines.

“I couldn’t help it. You just taste so good.” Slade
tightens his hand in my hair, and I take in a deep breath.

“Go back to the bathroom,” Josh calls out.

Courtney pops her head up over her seat giving us a
death glare. “I can’t keep his ass quiet if you guys keep fueling the fire,”
she states before she turns back around.

I giggle as Slade laughs out loud.

He then leans back into me, placing his lips next
to my ear so only I can hear him. “Just so you know, when we get home my tongue
is going to take care of you.” He pulls back and his eyes drop to my lap. I
squeeze my legs tightly thinking of just what that promise means.

“And I’ll do something for you.” I lick my lips.

He shakes his head with a smile on his face. “I
have a hard enough time not coming when your hands and mouth are on me.” He
leans over to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to tie you to our bed and do
naughty things to you,” he says in his deep demanding tone. “I’ll tease you.”
He glides his hand up my leg before it dips between my tight thighs. “I’ll have
you begging for me to take you.” He nibbles on my earlobe, and I close my eyes
as I shiver. “You’re going to be so fucking wet by the time I fuck you, you’ll
be begging for a release.”

“I love to beg,” I say in a dreamy state with a
smile on my face.

“Not as much as I love to hear it.” He pulls back
and sits back in his chair cool as a cucumber. Meanwhile I’m sitting in my seat
trying to contain the images that he just painted for me. His mouth between my
legs while my hands are restrained. That alone has my heart beating fast and an
ache building between my legs.

 “Sam?” I hear someone say my name bursting my
little bubble.

I lean forward and look over to the other side of
the aisle. “Did you say something?” I ask Holly.

“Yes.” She leans forward as she puts her arm across
Micah’s chest pushing him back into his seat as he lets out a puff of air. “I
said…now we have two weddings to plan. It’s going to be so much fun.” She
bounces up and down making me laugh.

“Hopefully it doesn’t stress you out as much as it
has Holly,” Micah says as he pushes her arm off of his chest with a frown.

I shake my head. “No. I want…”

Before I can say that I want a small and simple
wedding, Slade interrupts me. “It’s going to be huge,” he says excitingly as he
spreads his arms wide in front of us.

I turn my head to stare at the man who surprises me
more and more every day.

“Whatever you want Angel, it’s yours.” He pats my
knee. “You want crystal chandeliers, you got ‘em, you want champagne fountains,
consider it done. Chocolate fountains or even ice sculptures of fucking
penguins.” He lets out a laugh. “Whatever you want,” he repeats. “Consider it
done.”

The big smile on his face as his baby blue eyes
look into mine have me smiling like an idiot.

Who knew the infamous Slade Long would be so
excited to plan his wedding. “Thanks, baby.”

“We can start planning as soon as we get back,”
Holly says excitedly.

“I’m not in a rush.” I shrug. “We need to
concentrate on yours first.”

Her eyes get wide, and she takes in a deep breath.
“We can have a double bachelorette - bachelor party in Vegas.” She claps her
hands; her excitement growing more than I thought was possible.

I look up at Slade. I’m fine with that. That sounds
fun to me.

Micah beats us to it. “I think that’s a great
idea,” he says, nodding his head over at us, looking just as excited as Holly
over the idea.

“Sure,” Slade agrees with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Then it’s settled.” Holly bounces up and down once
more. “All we need now is for Courtney and Josh to get married.”

I hear Courtney coughing like she just swallowed
her tongue causing me to give a little laugh. Then Josh peeks his head over the
seat and winks at us. I shake my head as Slade pulls me into his side.

“I think Tate needs to get married after Slade and
Sam,” Courtney adds.

We all look over to Tate sitting in the row in
front of Holly and Micah. He has his head down and is messing with his phone,
which the flight attendant has already twice gotten onto him about.

I release a sigh as I sit back into Slade’s side. I
don’t think Tate has any intention of settling down, ever. He once told me at
Larry’s that not everyone is looking for love. I’m pretty sure that was his way
of saying he just wants to fuck around with women.

I look over to Slade as him and Micah talk about
the upcoming work week and their father hiring a new guy up at the firm. There
was a time Slade didn’t want to be in love. He didn’t even care to know their
names let alone see them again.
No strings attached
was his motto. I
have faith that Tate will one day find someone he can’t live without. I just
hope that when that day comes, she doesn’t break his heart.

“I love you.” I interrupt their conversation and
look up at Slade.

He pauses midsentence and looks down at me. “I love
you too, Angel.” He gives me a warm smile as his baby blue eyes stare into
mine. Then turns his attention back to Micah, picking up where he left off.

I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.
I’m going to take a nap while I’m in his arms. Come tomorrow, he will be back
to work at the firm, and I will be back to work at the bank.

“Thanks again for the
wonderful trip,” I say standing in the middle of the St. Louis airport hugging
Vivian as the guys grab the luggage.

She shakes her head, which tosses her long blond
hair around as she sniffs.

“Are you alright?” I ask with a frown.

She nods her head quickly. “I’m just so happy. Both
of my boys have found love.” She smiles and claps her hands together.

I smile back at her. She has been emotional since
Slade proposed last night. After his proposal we all drank champagne and hung
out in our room until about three in the morning. I had laid down and passed
out from exhaustion after everyone left. The time change was still kicking my
butt. Not long after I fell asleep, Slade had woke me up. He said he needed to
make love to me. It was sweet but had given me an uneasy feeling.

“What’s wrong?” I ask sleepily running my hands
through his damp hair. His naked body lying on top of mine, pinning me down
into the mattress.

“I just need you right now. I need to show you
how much I love you,” he whispers into my neck.

I inhale his clean scent from his soap and
smile.

“Tell me,” he says, sounding desperate. “Tell me
you need me.”

“I need you,” I say without hesitation. “I love
you,” I add. Even though it’s the truth, I feel like he still needs to hear the
words.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me.” He reaches up
and pulls my hands away from his hair. Intertwining his fingers through mine,
he holds them down beside my head.

“I’ll never leave you,” I say trying not to show
the concern on my face or in my voice.

He pushes my hands up the bed and places them in
one hand. His free hand cups my face. My eyes roam his face, and I can see the
frown on his lips and the fear in his eyes. What he fears I have no clue.

“I’ll always protect you, Angel,” he promises.
“With my life, I will protect you.”

I start to ask him what he means by that, but he
doesn’t give me the opportunity. His other hand releases my wrists, and before
I know it, he enters me and slowly makes love to me as if I’m something to be
cherished.

My concerns fade as he shows me just how soft he
can be.

I don’t know what could have happened in such a
short time from when everyone left our room to when he woke me up. I wanted to
question him this morning but when I woke up to our alarm, I realized that I
had already pressed snooze twice. So, needless to say, we were already running
behind and I did not have a chance to ask him what happened to make him
second-guess my feelings toward him. I did not want to miss our plane.

“Vivian,” Mark says softly coming up behind her and
pulling me out of my memories.

“Oh I know. I know.” She fans her face with her
hand to help dry her happy tears. She smiles at me, brushing her long blond
hair off of her shoulders. “I’m just emotional.” She takes both of my hands
again, squeezing. “Can you imagine what I’ll be like at the weddings?” she
asks, laughing at herself. “It’s a mother’s dream.” She looks up to the ceiling
as she sighs dramatically. “I can’t wait to go dress shopping and help you
choose a cake, bridesmaid’s dresses, and a bridal bouquet.”

She tightens her hands on mine, and I look down at
the pink princess cut diamond that sits on my ring finger.

I feel sadness that my mother won’t be here to help
me plan my wedding. Or that my father won’t be able to walk me down the aisle.
They both died way too soon. They should have had the chance to see their only
daughter get married, to know that I found my one true love.

“Did I say something wrong, dear?” she asks,
getting my attention.

I look up at her, pulling myself together. “No, I’m
great.” I give her a reassuring smile.

“You girls should come over tomorrow after you get
off of work. We can go over everything and start planning these weddings. After
all of the hours we have already spent planning Holly’s wedding, not much has
been settled yet. Only the few things that her mother has chosen for her,” she
says with a frown. Holly’s mother seems to be getting on everyone’s nerves.

“You don’t have to do that. I already told Holly
that we need to focus on hers and Micah’s first,” I inform her.

“Oh no,” she chimes. “I can multitask.” She smiles
at me.

I just nod my head, because I don’t want to put a
damper on her plans. “Thank you.”

I turn around looking for Slade when I see him over
by our luggage talking to Tate. They look to be in deep conversation. Slade has
his arms crossed over his chest and his legs are spread wide, giving off a
threatening stance. Whereas Tate has his hands in his front pockets of his worn
looking blue jeans, as his chain hangs from his back to front pocket. He’s
leaning up against the luggage belt with one black boot crossed over the other.
He looks to be bored as hell as Slade continues to go on and on about
something.