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PIPER

“Are you sure about this?” I asked as we pulled into the airport. There were so many planes. Lots of them. I thought it would be no trouble for me to get on another. After all, the only reason the last plane went down was because none of us knew how to fly it.

“Of course,” Patrick said confidently.

“And there’s a pilot?”

He chuckled, showing off his dimples as he turned to me. “Of course there is.”

“You say that now, but we didn’t have a pilot last time.”

“I was the pilot,” he shrugged.

“And not a very good one. We crashed.”

“Right, but there were extenuating circumstances. We were being chased.”

“Yes, but the plane was in the air when we crashed. No one was chasing us then.”

“True, but it was also my first time flying. Considering I even got us off the ground was a miracle.”

That didn’t make me feel better at all. In fact, my stomach was swarming with butterflies the further we got into the airport. “I don’t think I can do this. I’ll ride in a car.”

“You don’t have a driver’s license.”

“Then you can drive,” I choked out, desperate to get away from the airport.

“‘Fraid I can’t. Bum leg.” He patted the cast and grinned at me.

My stomach rolled as we pulled to a stop. I stared at the plane and shook my head wildly. I couldn’t do this. There was no way I was getting on that plane. “Nope. Sorry. I’ll hitch a ride or something.”

“Piper, you’ll be fine. Here, I’ll give you some medicine.”

My eyes widened as he shook out a few pills. “What? You’re going to drug me so I can get on the plane and not panic as we go down? I can’t do it again! You can’t make me!”

“Piper—”

But I was losing it. I was one hundred percent positive that if I stepped foot on that plane, I would die. And this time, there would be no one to save me.

“No! I can’t do it!” I cried. Tears streamed down my face as I shook my head, backing away from Patrick. My breaths started coming in short pants as my chest closed up on me. I knew there was no way this would ever work. Not even if he drugged me. I’d fight him tooth and nail.

“Just take this to calm down and?—”

My hand struck out at his, shoving the pills away from me.

They went flying to the ground and I scrambled for the door handle, yanking on it to open, but the stupid childproof locks wouldn’t let me out.

I started banging on the window and screaming at the top of my lungs.

It was only when the car came to a screeching halt that I was finally able to get the damn thing open.

The moment I tumbled out of the car, Patrick was there beside me, hauling me into his arms and holding me tight.

His voice was quiet as he rubbed my back and tried to tell me everything was going to be alright.

I wasn’t sure I believed him, but he didn’t try to force me back into the car or shove any more pills at me.

“Hey, we won’t fly, okay?”

I nodded against his chest, feeling like a complete idiot for losing it in front of his friends, but when I stepped back, he was the only one around. “Sorry,” I hiccuped, wiping my arm across my face.

Talk about feeling like a total idiot. He’d just seen me freak out, and I’d never done anything like that before, but the thought of getting on that plane…

“How the hell are you so calm?” I grumbled.

“Well, I’ve actually done this a few times before,” he grinned.

“Flying or jumping out of planes?”

“Both. You’d be surprised how many times it’s happened.”

That was the second time he’d said something like that. I just stupidly thought that it was a joke or something. Taking a deep breath, I pulled myself together and stepped back from him, noticing now that he was leaning heavily on one foot and his crutches were nowhere in sight.

“How did you get over here?”

“I hopped like a bunny,” he grinned. “Aren’t I cute?”

Rolling my eyes, I wiped my face again. “So, what do we do now? I’m sure your friends weren’t planning on driving all the way back to New Jersey.”

“It’s not that far. They’ll survive.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. Get back in the car.”

Car was a nice word for limo. The only reason we had it was because he fit easier in it than the minivan. “Do we need to return the car first?”

“Don’t worry about it, babe. We’ll take care of it.”

I was sure he would, but that didn’t make me feel any better about all the hassle I was causing. Still, I did as he said while he hobbled to the front and talked with the guys. I wanted to know what he was saying, but the other part of me wanted to hide and hope none of them looked at me again.

When Patrick climbed back in, he was all smiles. “Easy peasy.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his playfulness. He was such a conundrum. Out in the forest, I saw his strength and smarts, but I also saw his playful side.

And his sexy side.

Was it wrong to want one more night with him before he went home?

“So…we’re just driving there?”

“It’s only a four-hour drive. We’ll be there before dark and tomorrow, we can go to the storage unit.”

Relief flooded me, but I still felt bad. “You were going to leave and go home tomorrow.”

“So, we postpone it one day. I’m sure I can think of some way to entertain myself in the meantime.”

The window lowered, and Chase glared at us in the rearview mirror. “Just so you know, this is not a soundproof barrier.”

I blushed hard, burying my face in my hands. “Oh God.”

“We were only talking,” Patrick snapped.

“Yeah, I know exactly what you were thinking. I’m not driving around the porn limo. Keep it in your pants.”

When the window rolled back up, I turned my bright red face on Patrick. “He must think we’re horny teenagers.”

He waggled his eyebrows at me. “Want to see how quiet we can be?”

I smacked his arm. “Patrick!”

“What? Surely, this is in one of your books. I say we give it a try. When are you ever gonna get the opportunity again?”

I thought for sure he was joking, but the way his eyes went from bright blue to a darker, more dangerous color, I knew he wasn’t. I licked my lips, my eyes involuntarily drifting from his mouth down to his already hard cock. I wanted to, but still…

“You’ve got a broken leg.”

“And you’ve got two fully functional legs and a beautiful fucking pussy,” he growled, grabbing me by the hips and dragging me over his body. His fingers went straight to my core and rubbed roughly against me as he gripped my hair and pulled me harshly against his lips.

“Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for one more time between your legs,” he mumbled against my mouth.

I shamelessly rocked my hips against his hand, ignoring the voice in the back of my head that told me to behave. But he was right. There were plenty of books I’d read where the heroine took her pleasure from her man in the back of a car while a driver was in front, pretending not to hear a thing.

I rocked my hips harder against him, my eyes fluttering closed as pleasure shot through me.

There was something very alluring about knowing that you could be caught at any second.

That if Chase rolled down the window, he would see me riding his friend’s cock.

The danger of it sent a thrill down my spine and made me forget all the reasons we shouldn’t do this.

“Look at you, so fucking ready for me,” he murmured as his fingers slipped under my yoga pants and brushed against my sex. “Let me see those beautiful eyes.”

I pried them open, desperately fighting not to completely lose myself in the moment when I knew someone might see us. But the sensual pull of his fingers dragging through me made it impossible to think of anything other than how much I wanted his thick cock inside me.

He lifted me and pulled my pants down, maneuvering me until my legs were bare over his body. “Get my cock out, baby. Sink that sweet pussy down on me.”

I bit my lip as my whole body burned hotter for him. “It’s like you’re inside my head.”

A low growl rumbled through his chest as I flicked the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. “I may have downloaded a few books on my phone while I was in the hospital.”

I paused my movements and grinned at him. “You did?”

“Just a few.” His voice was ragged as I held him in my hand, not moving as I considered why he had done that. “Baby, you’d better fucking start moving.”

Biting my lip, I did my best not to laugh. “And what part did you like best?” I asked, raising up on my knees. I held him hostage, refusing to sink down on him until he answered my questions.

His hand whipped out and curled in my hair. He dragged me close and brushed his nose along my cheek before brushing against my ear. “What do you think?”

Shivers raced down my spine, and slowly, I sank down until he filled me entirely. “Dominance,” I murmured.

“Control,” he corrected. “I don’t want to dominate you. I just want to fucking own you.”

“What’s the difference?” I gasped as he gripped my hips and started to move me.

“The dominant is the person in charge. That’s you. Always fucking will be. I just want to do whatever the hell I want with you.”

And with that, his hands pulled me down on his cock with a harsh tug.

I forgot about the moving car and his teammates up front.

I ignored the movement of traffic and the way my feet ached from sitting like this.

I was completely lost in him, in the feel of his body intertwining with mine.

An ache formed in my chest as I rode him, as I tossed my head back and felt his lips skim down my neck.

There was something more to this than just sex. I could feel it deep in my soul.

His hands tore at my shirt, palming my breasts as I continued to rock my body against his.

Everything was heightened as he sucked my nipple into his mouth and tugged with his teeth.

The sensations running through me were almost more than I could take, and it wasn’t until he slid his hand over my mouth that I realized I was practically screaming as he started pounding into me from underneath.

“Patrick!” I cried out against his hand.