Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I have the best guy in the whole fucking world, and if reminding me that Carly can handle everything isn’t enough to get me on that plane, knowing I’m giving something to Maddox he’s always wanted is.
When we got together, I promised him we’d travel the world.
Where I go, he goes. But when I’m stuck working seventy-hour weeks with no vacation time, the farthest we go is to his hometown in Pennsylvania to visit family or to Boston to see his sister.
This trip, though, is about us and going back to where it all started—making a promise to each other to see as much of the world as we can, be with each other, and have fun.
Naked fun, island fun, drunken fun, we’re excited for it all.
Maddox licks his lips, and his blue eyes shine up at me. “You know what I was thinking?”
“Uh-oh, here’s trouble.”
“Not trouble. I was thinking we could knock something off the bucket list today.”
“Yeah?”
His lips land near my ear. “I’ve always wanted to join the mile-high club.”
I groan, and my cock thickens in my jeans. “Where’s a plane? Like right now …”
Maddox puts his head on my shoulder. “Soon. I think they said we’ll be boarding in twenty minutes.”
“Twenty minutes? I can’t wait that long.” I grab his hand and start dragging him toward the restrooms, but he stops me.
“Uh-uh. It only counts if the plane is in the air. Airport sex is not romantic or mile-high-ish.”
“I hate you,” I grumble. “You can’t mention sex and then tell me I have to wait.”
“Twenty minutes,” Maddox repeats in a stern voice.
I love that stern voice. He barely ever has to use it because he’s so carefree and laid-back, but when he does …
I pull him against me so he can feel how hard I am. When he gazes up at me, I cock my eyebrow in challenge.
“It’s not just twenty minutes,” I say. “We won’t be able to get out of our seat for takeoff. Then we won’t exactly be able to rush for the bathroom immediately …”
I think I’m winning, but I’m really not.
Maddox smiles and pats my cheek. “The more we wait, the more explosive it will be on the plane.”
Since when the fuck is my boyfriend into edging?
He pulls away from me, and we head back to the group.
Reluctantly.
Lennon and Ollie are looking at a travel book on Fiji, Talon and Miller are by the windows watching the planes come in and take off over the other side of the airport, Matt and Noah are Skyping one of Matt’s sisters, and Soren’s lying across one of the couches, his arm over his eyes, and with headphones on.
Poor Soren.
He’s coming on this trip with all couples after being recently dumped by his long-term boyfriend. I’m in the middle of trying to negotiate a new contract for him in the NHL, and he’s nearing retirement age. He’s after a no-trade clause, but because of his age, his team is reluctant. His life is a bit of a mess right now, but hopefully this vacation will pull him out of his funk.
We sit in the lounge waiting for our plane to be ready … well, Maddox sits. I kind of squirm around in my seat.
Maddox scoffs. “Someone’s so impatient.”
“Someone’s a tease.”
He leans over and kisses along my jaw. “It’s not really teasing when you know I’ll follow through, is it?”
I shift again, lifting my hips off the couch to try to get comfortable with this damn hard-on that I’m trying to hide in my jeans. “It is when you drag it out.”
Maddox keeps kissing his way across my skin. “Just think how hot it’s gonna be. You pushing inside me while I grip onto whatever I can.” His hand moves up my thigh, and my gaze darts around the small lounge to make sure none of the guys are watching. They’re all too involved in their own shit. “You having to cover my mouth to stop me from screaming out. And then no matter how hard we clean up afterward, you know I’m still gonna be covered in our cum all the way to F—”
I cut him off with my mouth on his and my hand cupping the back of his neck.
He groans, and that must be what gets the others’ attention because Noah’s voice cuts across the room.
“Nope. No way.”
Maddox pulls away and glares at Noah. “No way, what?”
Noah stands. “Actually, this goes for all of you. You’re under strict instructions to keep it in your pants on the rented plane. No mile-high shenanigans. There are cameras and shit on board. And I’m sure the last thing Damon needs on this vacation is any TMZ news of a sex tape featuring any of his clients.”
I wonder if anyone will care if it’s my sex tape … I shake my head. Damn it, I need to be professional.