Epilogue
One year later
Thirty thousand miles above The Pacific Ocean
“Do you think you could stop for like five minutes. I’m trying to eat,” Blake whined from where he sat across the aisle, munching into this food as if it was worthy of a Michelin Star.
“Can’t stop, won’t stop,” I said with a final kiss to Corbin’s mouth. “He needs constant distraction, so he isn’t focused on the fact we’re in a plane,” I added, sticking my tongue out at my brother.
“The rest of us don’t need to hear you guys for the next fourteen hours,” he grumbled.
“Your whinging is more annoying than their kissing,” the woman beside him interjected and I grinned. Blake had noticed her while we were in customs, and she’d ignored every advance he’d thrown her way since. Giving him not even the slightest glance as he bumbled through copious pick-up lines and reasons to talk to her. It made the wait to board entertaining for Corbin and me. Only now, she’d taken the bait, and I saw the way his eyes illuminated, his attention captivated.
“Poor girl just signed herself up for a very long flight,” turning towards my fiancé, I grinned. He was as still as a statue, his eyes firmly placed on the movie playing in front, only the firm set of his jaw told me he wasn’t paying attention. He was doing everything he could not to think about how high in the air we were, or how much longer we had until we landed at Melbourne Airport.
Snaking my fingers under the blanket, I grazed his inner thigh, his eyes darting to mine as my fingers drew a pattern over his quickly hardening dick. “You good there, Mr. Shelbin?” I teased.
The audible sound of him swallowing told me he was struggling, but the equally firm feel now registering underneath my hand told me I had the means to help.
“I think I signed myself up for a very long flight,” he grumbled, and I giggled, leaning into him and placing a kiss on his jaw.
“By the time we land, you are going to be so desperate to bend me over, you won’t even remember it,” I said against his skin, ignoring the resulting ache that occurred between my own legs.
“Maybe I won’t wait,” he said, his own hand reaching across and lifting my skirt until he was able to easily slip his fingers inside my thong.
“Corbs,” I begged softly, “My brother is right there.” My plea was only half-hearted, my knees separating as he traced his finger down my slit before coming back to press on my clit. Thank God there was a blanket covering us, and Blake was currently enthralled with the mysterious beauty to his left or we’d be in trouble.
“Then you better be quiet,” he answered mischievously, turning his body towards me and gently biting my lip. “This seems a better use of my time,” he added, and I scowled, torn between wanting to rip his hand away or ride it, other passengers, including my brother, be damned.
I’d planned to edge him the entire trip. Make him so desperate that he would beg me to make a detour at the airport as soon as we got off this flight. Only now, as I scowled at him, doing my best not tomove my hips or draw any kind of attention to us, I realised he was in control. I lifted the blanket a little so it wouldn’t shake under his movements and draw unwanted scrutiny.
“That doesn’t even feel good,” I lied, practically panting into his mouth. “Definitelyunmellow yellow.”
That smirk which nearly brought me to my knees every single time, split his face. “Your wet pussy tells me that’s a lie,” his grin widened as he pushed a finger inside me, stifling my moan with a kiss. My own hand had stilled, holding his thick cock through his pants but unmoving as he slowly pumped in and out of me.
“Turn towards me and bring your knee up,” he instructed, and I obeyed instinctively, swivelling to face him and giving him far easier access to my greedy centre. He looked the picture of innocence, staring down at me with hooded eyes so that if someone looked over, he could be mistaken for being asleep, only his wrist movements under the blanket were anything but docile.
“You’re going to come on my hand and then I’m going to taste you on my fingers,” he commanded, his breath grazing my ear. His touch traced slow circles around my sensitive bud before he pushed another finger inside me.
Oh, fuck.
I looked at him with wide eyes, terrified of being caught but powerless to stop. It didn’t matter where we were, he could instantly make me ache, his fingers eliciting lightning under my skin within minutes.
“No one knows my fingers are deep inside you,” he whispered, reading my concern. “No one knows you’re about to squeeze my hand as you shatter around me,” the heat in his eyes set my blood alight. The familiar tingle of release licking my stomach as my breathing increased against his lips.
He was as handsome as the day I saw him at Melbourne airport eighteen months ago, only now, we were returning as an engaged couple. It was only going to be a short trip. The new office he washeading was thriving, and he couldn’t be away for too long. But I didn’t mind, because when we returned in just under three weeks, it would be as husband and wife. His parents, sister and Blake, our only witnesses, and our good old friend Kenn officiating.
When looking online, we started with all the places we stayed while traversing the coast of the place our friendship first started. And you can imagine my surprise when I discovered that Kenn wasn’t only one of the best chef’s I knew but also a marriage officiant – and licensed mechanic apparently. Corbin hadn’t originally liked the idea, worried the reception might become a hotbox, but I brushed that right off. Secretly hoping that was the case while assuring him that was highly unlikely.
Aunty Ash had been over the moon, not only that we were getting married back in Australia, but that her son was coming home. He never did quite make it back until now, having the things he needed shipped, and working remotely until they found an appropriate space for the office. Corbin had done some research of his own, finding the perfect location only forty minutes from The Valley and when his boss agreed, the decision was made. He would stay on a Working Holiday Visa and once we married, he would apply for permanent residency,ifI chose to sponsor him.
Which right now, I might reconsider.
“Corb,” I panted, close to losing my mind and worried I wasn’t going to be able to stay quiet. The aircraft was hushed, passengers either asleep or lost to their own devices, however, I could still hear muffled voices around us as people chatted quietly.
He leant over, pressing delicately light kisses to my mouth while he increased the pace of his hand. My skin tingled, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I arched into his touch as discreetly as I could.
“I fucking love the feel of being inside you,” he growled into my ear, pushing me that much closer to release. “The feeling of you pulsing for me,” he added.
