Page 3 of Father of the Bride
Captain Ken McDonald gave her a disinterested wave as she entered the cockpit. Old and grizzled, he was nearing the end of his career and over the pleasantries. His first officer, however, was young—well, he seemed young to Sunny. He was only ten years her junior, but those ten years felt like twenty whenever he flirted with her.
His brown eyes sparkled when he turned around and saw her.
“Captain. First Officer,” she greeted. “Quick rundown before I hand over the cabin.”
First officer Jason Watts smiled, his full lips spreading halfway across his face. “Hey, Sunshine.”
She cleared her throat. “It’sSunny.”
He knew that, and they all knew he knew that.
“Pretty smooth overall,” she began. “The lady in 36B felt a little faint mid-flight. I gave her some oxygen, and she was fine after that. No further assistance needed, but I logged it just in case.”
First Officer Watts nodded, his eyes moving up and down her frame. “You handled that so well. I appreciate how you always keep things under control.”
“It’s my job,” she muttered.
She wasn’t offended, necessarily. Jason was her type—fifteen years ago. Dark-skinned, bald, tall, and pretty, he was the kind of man who had the ladies all over him, and that’s when he wasn’t in uniform. With the whites on, it was a wrap. Panties dropping everywhere.
But not Sunny’s.
“Anyway, we had a few laptops on during taxi, a couple of stowage conversations, nothing major.”
“Cabin conditions?” Captain McDonald asked, eager to rush her along.
“Overhead bin 16C won’t latch, a tray table in 20 won’t stay up, and the aft lav faucet won’t stop dripping.”
“It’s so impressive how you remember all of that. Right off the top. Wow.”
Sunny smiled at First Officer Watts. “Been at this a long time.”
“Anything else?” McDonald said.
“Cleaning crew just boarded, cabin’s cleared, and my report is in the system.”
“Perfect.” He nodded his dismissal. “Catch you on the next flight, Sunny. Take care.”
“You, too, Captain. First Officer.”
“I really enjoyed having you aboard,” Watts added. “The flight’s always better when I know you’re back there.”
Sunny gave a playful eyeroll, then turned to walk away, stifling a laugh when she heard McDonald say, “You gotta work on your landing, son. And I don’t mean this plane.”
In another timeline, she might have given Jason a chance. All flight attendants know pilots are like travel-size toiletries—useful, convenient, easy, and most importantly, disposable. He would be a fun time, but she wasn’t looking for that. She wasn’t looking for anything, really. Not after the breakup of her marriage. It would take a special man to make her desire a relationship again after everything.
She moved deftly through the crowded airport, eager to get back to her car. The wedding week started the next day, which gave her fewer than twelve hours to relax and unwind. Her knee was bothering her again, but in the battle between pain relief and tension release, she already knew which one would win out.
She had one stop to make.
Orion Dixon had a complicated relationship with his ex-wife. Twenty-six years, three sons, and a lot of ups and downs had changed them into two completely different people from the young, eager ones who walked down that aisle. Growing up, he’d heard plenty of people say “marriage is hard,” but living that shit was a whole different beast. Marriage isn’t just hard. Marriage is fuckingwork.
But one thing had always been easy.
“Right therrrrrrre…” she moaned in his ear. Sunny’s moans had always driven him to the brink of madness. The type of sound that activates a man’s predatory instinct. It made himpillageher.
“Cum for me, baby girl. Right on my dick. There you go. There you go.”
He squeezed his eyes shut so he could fully enjoy her orgasm. Even at forty-seven years old and after three eight-pound baby boys, her pussy still clamped around his dick like a vice. Hell, it was tighter than Fallon’s. Sometimes he wondered if he fumbled.
