Page 46 of Waiting for Acceptance (Nashville Nights #5)

FITZ

I’m hard before we ever make it in the door of the family restroom, ready to prove to her that I’ll claim her anytime and anywhere, all she has to do is say the word. I drop our bags and lock the door, seeing the wild look in her eyes with only the slightest hint of reservation.

“I’d give you an out to change your mind, Trouble, but I don’t exactly want to sit on a three-hour flight while my cock is hard as fuck, thinking about sinking into that sweet pussy of yours.

So I’ll give you the option, on your knees, or bent over the sink.

” She walks over to the sink, placing her hands on the edge, looking at me in the reflection of the mirror.

“Such a smart girl.” I walk over to her, sliding her leggings and panties down, smirking when I see how soaked she already is for me. “So wet for me.” I pull my sweatpants down, and tease her entrance with my tip, seeing her eyes grow heavy with desire.

Her hands grip the sink tighter as she presses her ass back into me.

“Greedy.”

“Yes! Just fuck me already, stop teasing me,” she grumbles. I pull away from her, fist my cock and pump a few times.

“And still a little bratty.”

“I thought you didn’t care if I was bratty if I was your brat.” Her gaze pierces my soul and I swallow hard. “So then make me yours and fuck me before we miss our flight!”

I lean over her, my cock resting comfortably between her legs. “Say please, Trouble.”

“ Please! ” she whispers, pulling all of my restraint away.

I plunge into her, drawing a gasp from her that only makes me want to see just how many beautiful noises I can get from her before we leave this bathroom.

I grip her hips, fucking her relentlessly as her back arches and her eyes fall closed.

“Look at me,” I demand. Her pretty blue eyes open; still full of desire when they meet mine. “You still gonna be a brat?” Her mouth pops open just as I hit that sweet spot that renders her speechless, only allowing her to answer when I pull away.

“Probably,” she finally says, with a devious little smirk on her beautiful face. I lean over her, sliding my hand beneath her shirt to pull her bra down, palming one of her perfect tits.

“And who’s brat are you?” I nip at her ear, thrusting into her again, gently as my other hand reaches around to rub her clit. There are far too many clothes between us for my liking.

“Yours,” she whispers, her eyes still on mine in the mirror. I grip her waist again, holding her in place as I pick up my pace.

“Say it, baby. Who’s brat are you?”

“Yours!” she moans, and every time is like another hit of a drug I’ll never get enough of.

Mine.

“Say my name, Trouble. Scream it for everyone in this damn airport to hear.”

“Yours, Vince! I’m yours.” I almost stop in my tracks at her words. Her eyes fly up to mine in the mirror, both of us breathing heavily.

“I’m sor—” I cut her off, spinning her around to place her on the counter, ripping her leggings the rest of the way off.

I spread her legs and sink back into her, grabbing her neck to pull her lips to mine.

Her fingers grip my hair and she spreads her legs even wider for me, erasing any space there was between us.

I know she’s close when her lips part and her pussy squeezes me like a vice.

“Say it again,” I growl in her ear, thrusting into her harder, hitting that sweet spot over and over again until she’s shaking.

Her head falls back. “I’m yours, Vince. Please, don’t stop,” she cries and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

“You feel fucking amazing.” I rush the words out before claiming her mouth again, letting her milk me until I’ve emptied every drop of my cum inside her.

The bathroom is filled with the sounds of our breathing while my forehead rests against hers.

I pull out, using my fingers to push my cum back inside of her when it dares to drip out.

“Mine.” I raise a brow at her, but her eyes are completely sated as she smiles back at me.

She hops down from the counter and glances at the toilet then back at me. “Can you uh, face the other way?”

“Why?” I give her a curious glance and she rolls her eyes.

“I don’t want you to watch me pee,” she says, like it should be obvious.

“After what we just did, you’re going to be pee-shy?” I tease. She points to the door and I shake my head. “Ridiculous.” I do as she asked, hearing her pee and flush before she finally gives me the okay to turn back around.

“Oh my god. Do you think Ginny is going to be traumatized?” Her eyes widen and she looks down at where Ginny is staring straight at us through the mesh in her pet carrier.

“If she made it through this weekend without calling her kitty therapist, I think she’s probably okay with this.” I raise a brow at her, and her cheeks turn red. Suddenly a montage of a naked Lauren on every surface I could fuck her on in my apartment plays in my mind.

“Kitty therapist,” she scoffs, pulling me back to the present. When we open the door we catch glances from a couple outside with their two kids, and I look at Lauren and she looks at me. I hold Ginny up and smile.

“All yours.” Then I grab Lauren’s hand and head back to our terminal.

“Did you just try to make it look like we were in the family bathroom for our cat ?”

Our cat…

“Yes.”

“That’s genius,” she whispers, making me smile.

We make it back just in time to be the last ones to board, and Lauren gives me a mischievous look when we get on the platform.

I slap her ass and let her go in front of me, getting our bags in the overhead cabin before sliding Ginny under the seat in front of mine.

I let out a tired exhale when I finally get in my seat and when I roll my head to look at Lauren, her eyes are already on me. I give her a wink and she starts biting on the inside of her lip. I reach over and pull it out, knowing something has her anxious.

“What’s the matter?” I sit up straighter, giving her my full attention.

“Nothing, just uh…” She looks around the plane and then leans in a little closer.

“Were you okay with…with, you know?” This might be the first time, outside of the peeing situation of course, that I’ve ever seen Lauren look shy .

I get the mind to push her buttons and make her squirm, the way I did when I first got to Coleson’s, but this isn’t something I want her feeling uncomfortable about.

So I lean closer, whispering in her ear as my hand rests on her thigh.

“Was I okay with you calling me Vince when I was claiming you in an airport bathroom?” I watch her throat work as she swallows and her eyes cut over to mine. Her head nods so subtly I almost miss it. “Yes, Trouble. I was okay with it.”

“Did you…like it?” She’s choosing her words carefully, which is new for her since she usually says whatever the hell she wants to me.

“Yeah, actually. I did. You’re the only one to ever call me that, and I’d be happy if you remained the only one.”

“So, if it…slips. That’s okay?” I smirk at her and grab her chin.

“Call me Lucifer, call me asshole, call me Fitz, or call me Vince. If you’re calling, baby, I’m gonna answer.” I press my lips to hers, feeling her beautiful smile against my lips when I pull away.

“Okay,” she whispers.

“Okay.” I smile back. Then I buckle her up, and she wraps herself around my arm, settling into the flight back to Nashville.

I only hope this doesn’t all go away when we get back to business. Because this trip was definitely full of pleasure.