Page 34 of Where We Bloom (The Blackwells of Montana #3)

I pout for a minute, and Bethany delivers the wine. I eye it for a minute. I didn’t make a friend with the flight attendant, but I’m pretty sure she didn’t slip anything into it.

I shrug and take a sip, and notice that Connor’s still grinning at me .

“Am I amusing you, billionaire?”

“Always.”

My phone pings with a text. Thank God for billionaire Wi-Fi on this flight.

Brooks: Your car is ready. Changed the brakes.

You’re the best brother ever! Don’t tell the others.

With a smirk, I put my phone away and Connor lifts an eyebrow.

“It was Brooks. He changed the oil and brakes in my car today.” I hold the bowl of popcorn out to him. “Want some?”

“No.”

Connor has grown quiet. Slightly more intense.

“Something wrong?”

“Yes.”

He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, stands, and holds his hand out for me. After unbuckling my belt, I take his hand and let him pull me to standing, and he leads me to the back of the plane.

“Go to the front, Miller,” Connor says as he opens the bedroom door and ushers me inside. He closes the door and pushes me back onto the bed. Crawling over me, he kisses me silly.

“I’m hungry for something,” he says, “but it isn’t popcorn.”

“No? ”

“Mm-hmm.” He kisses down my neck. “I want you. ”

“Isn’t it handy that we have this bed at thirty-six thousand feet in the air?”

He works my top over my head, unfastens my bra, then feasts on my breasts, nibbling and biting the nipples, and then he gets to work on my jeans. I took my shoes off not long after we boarded to get comfy, so he’s able to slide my pants and underwear right over my feet, laying me bare for him.

“Now, I need you to be quiet, bumble. Because I’m going to have to kill anyone who hears you come, and I’m rather fond of Miller.”

I stare at him as he lowers his face to my pussy. “ Connor. ”

“Yes?”

“I can’t be quiet.”

“You will be,” he says with way more confidence than I feel. He drags his fingertip through my already soaking slit and grins up at me. “I fucking love how wet you get for me.”

“I can not be quiet.”

Not looking concerned in the least, his tongue follows the path his finger just took, and I have to bite my hand.

I’m going to die.

Or Miller and Bethany will because once Connor gets going on me, I can’t keep it in. I am not quiet when he’s having his way with me.

And he knows it.

He presses a finger inside me, and I moan.

“Shh,” he says and bites the inside of my thigh hard.

“Ouch.”

“Do you know how delicious you are?” He licks me again, and his finger continues to move slowly in and out of me, up to spread my own juices over my clit, and then back inside, making my hips move in circles. “You taste so sweet.”

“Connor,” I whisper, hearing the need in my rough voice. “I need you.”

“You’ll have me when I’m ready.”

He presses kisses to the crease where my thigh meets my center, another to the top of my pubis, and then over my clit, and I start to see stars.

“You’re not allowed to come yet, mo rúnsearc. ”

“Then stop touching me,” I growl, and he chuckles, his voice rough with lust and need, before kissing my clit again. “Connor, I’m telling you right now, I need you inside me. God, please, fuck me on this bed.”

“Aye, I like it when you beg.” He kisses up my stomach, but his fingers don’t leave my core. “I like it very much.”

“Please,” I ask again, my hands diving into his hair as he kisses up my torso. When his lips are against mine, and I can taste myself on him, I whisper again, “Please.”

His fingers pull out, and suddenly, I’m flipped onto my stomach.

“Bite the bloody pillow, angel, because I don’t want you to make a fucking sound, and I’m not going easy on you. ”

His cock slams in, and I bite the pillow, stifling my cries as I immediately come apart around him.

He’s pounding into me, so hard and rough it makes my nerve endings sing, my toes curl, and every atom in my body do the cha-cha.

I press back against him, and he moves his forehead against my shoulder, groaning as he comes, grinding into me so hard, it’s just this side of painful.

“Christ Jesus, you’re incredible,” he whispers at my ear.

He rolls us, tugs me on top of him, and kisses me long and slow.

“Holy shit.” I push my hair off my face and stare up at him. “What brought that on? My computer dying?”

“The second you told that flight attendant off, I wanted to fuck you raw,” he growls. “Then you spent an hour with your nose to the grindstone, working, murmuring about ROIs and quantities and bloody sprayed edges?—”

“The sprayed edges are pretty.”

“—and I’ve been hard for you for hours. Enough was enough.”

“Hmm. I’m glad I didn’t make you mad by telling her off. Why do you have so many attractive women working for you?”

He frowns, staring at the ceiling.

“Do I?”

“Yeah, billionaire, you do.”

“It’s not a conscious thing, I simply hire those who are qualified. I don’t fuck employees, Billie.”

“You’d better only be fucking me.” The words are out before I can stop them, and then he rolls me over, caging me in, and glares down at me.

Glares.

This is Connor from a few months ago. Intense and broody.

“Don’t make me spank your excellent arse,” he growls. “I’m not a bloody cheater or a liar.”

“Hey.” I cup his cheek and boost up to kiss him. “I’m sorry. I know you’re not, and I would never imply you are. Honest, I’m not upset, and I’m not saying that I think you employ hot girls so you can get in their pants.”

“Jesus fuck, Billie.”

“You’re a man of integrity, and I know you’re obsessed with me.”

He narrows his eyes, and I offer him a big smile.

“And I know that because I recognize the signs. Because I’m obsessed with you, too.

” I love you so much it makes my chest hurt.

“It was just a remark, a thoughtless one, and I won’t do it again because I don’t want to upset you, and I don’t believe you’d ever hurt me that way.

” And, God, I hope you love me too because if you don’t, it might destroy me.

He still looks ready to fight, but then he sighs, kisses me hard, and rolls to my side, pulling me against him once more.

“This is a really comfortable bed for an airplane,” I inform him.

“Have you slept on many beds on airplanes?” he asks, pushing my hair away from my face .

“This is the first,” I reply. “And I don’t call this sleeping.”

He smirks in that sexy way he does when he’s amused by me. “Why don’t we have a wee nap? Since you can’t work right now, get some rest.”

“Only if you’ll stay with me.”

“I’ve nowhere else to be,” he replies as he covers us with the blanket.

“In case I forget,” I whisper to him as I thread my leg through his and wrap my arm around his middle, tucking my hand between his side and the bed. “Thank you for everything. I had the best time.”

He kisses my forehead, his hands rubbing up and down my back.

“Go to sleep, Billie.”

I can’t resist him. Between that mind-numbing orgasm and the stress of the week, I’m exhausted, and quickly fall into sleep.