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My heart simply aches at her words. I really don’t want to hurt Mandy, but of course I still have feelings for Vanessa. I want her to be okay, to have a good life, but I don’t think I will be the one to give it to her. “I won’t string you along.” I lift Mandy’s hand to my mouth and give it a tender kiss before leaning back and closing my eyes. I’ve never been good at handling all this emotional shit… I just want to get past it.
Mandy
The fact that Vanessa was able to completely take the wind out of Trey’s sails is enough to make me want to cry. Before her call, he couldn’t keep his hands off of me and now I end up settling for a kiss on the top of my hand. I feel completely dejected as I stare at the ceiling wondering where the hell this relationship is going. We just went through twenty-four hours of torment confirming that we can indeed date each other and now it feels as if there is still a possibility that it could all slip away. Maybe I’m just over-tired, but I seriously feel like I could cry right now.
I close my eyes and begin to reflect on the past. I have never had the kind of relationship where I am so obsessed with someone that I simply can’t keep my hands off of him. I knew it was all too good to be true, because that is exactly how I was beginning to feel about Trey. Half an hour ago we could barely restrain ourselves, but now I’m sitting here fretting and he is apparently more interested in sleeping than being with me.
My thoughts take another sudden turn as I begin thinking about where I was before our little adventure began. I was a desperate, lonely soul whose only driving force was seeking revenge on behalf of my father. I cringe at the thought of my SEC job back in the valley. I don’t want to work for Harris anymore. I know he is going to simply find a new target to harass and I don’t want to spend my life trying to tear other people down, regardless of how much money they have made or how they made it.
I don’t want to go back dammit! I think back to the other day when I told myself that if Vanessa thought she could steal Trey back she was in for a fight… I’m going to give her one hell of a fight. I glance over at Trey and think about how it feels to have those strong hands of his on my body. I lean in and get a faint whiff of his cologne, before whispering, “I still want to pick up where we left off earlier.”
A smirk spreads across Trey’s lips and he cracks one eyelid open. “You must have read my mind.” He nods toward the full-fledged bulge that is straining against his pants.
“Hmmm, I thought you had lost interest.” I run my fingers along his zipper and smile at the fact that he is definitely getting hard.
Trey looks at me with the most soulful eyes I have ever witnessed in person. “You really do rock my world,” he says leaning in and taking my lips in his for a kiss that tingles all the way down to my toes. “I’m going to have to deal with all of this other shit, but that doesn’t change the fact that you might be the one,” he continues, much to my delight.
“I’m so glad. I was just sitting here thinking about going back to my pathetic life in California and I couldn’t bear the thought of it,” I admit, sighing with relief.
“There will be no going back,” Trey whispers.
“I hope not. I would really miss you,” I whisper back, as I feel the heat radiating from his hands and passing directly into my yearning flesh. “Let’s go check out that bed.”
He runs his fingertips along my jawline sending a shiver through me. His fingers continue their path to the back of my neck and he pulls my lips into his, giving me a warm, full kiss.
“All right, let’s go check it out,” he says rising to his feet and offering me his hand. He looks so damn sexy standing above me with several buttons of his shirt remaining undone. I picture the remaining buttons flying in all directions as I grab the lapels of his shirt and fight the urge to rip it off of him in one swift motion.
“Let me get those for you.” He quickly unbuttons the remaining ones after apparently reading my mind. After leading me to the back of the plane, he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to the floor. He turns to me, grabbing the sides of my dress and lifting it over my head. “That’s better,” he beams, turning me around and unhooking my bra.
I reach down, pull back the blanket and crawl onto the bed. “I don’t like the idea of being openly naked. I don’t trust these pilots anymore.”
“Fuck ‘em,” he laughs, allowing his briefs to join his pants on the floor. “If I see envy in their eyes after we land, then I’ll know they were watching.”
