“I’m hardly risking anything.” Price sat up, swapping our place so that I rested against his chest instead and he couldstroke little circles over my back with his thumb. “Plus, I told you I was gonna marry you in Vegas and I am a man of my word. This engagement may be to bait your stalker out, but if we don’t get murdered, then your peachy ass is walking down an aisle towards me, or I can carry you over my shoulder. Either works for me, beautiful.”
I giggled, but it quickly died out.
“You are taking the most risk. My stalker will try to kill you. Again.”
He shrugged. “I know.”
“And you are not scared?” I was scared for him, and yet he seemed entirely fine with the idea.
“I’m scared.” He admitted.
Sitting up, I shrugged off his arm so I could grab his hand instead. Clutching him tightly in my grip seemed like something my brain desperately needed, even if I wasn’t supposed to be letting anyone know just how stressed and worried I was.
If I couldn’t act confident about our plan, then how could I expect anyone else to?
“But then, why do you do it?” I asked.
Price smiled at me, the love in his eyes enough to warm the coldest parts of my heart. “Because I love you. And I will always do anything to look out for those I love. Even if it’s something small, like making sure they’ve eaten, or something bigger, like playing bait to a psychopathic hitwoman.”
His confession was sweet, but he was slightly mistaken. He was not going to be bait like he thought. I would never let him be in true danger and though I knew he was desperate to protect me, I had every intention of putting as many safety measures in place as I could to keep him safe.
The only person taking any danger from now on was me. Nobody else would risk their lives. I wouldn’t allow it.
“Like taking a bomb collar instead of giving them one, or maybe telling a psychopath that you were the one to record the videos of his men dying.” I reminded him of his heroics – one of many times he had more than proved himself as a good man in every fiber of his soul.
He grinned. “Exactly that. So don’t stress, gorgeous. We’re going to be fine and this time next year, it’s all going to be a bad memory that doesn’t even bother you anymore. Because we are all going to be on a fancy beach somewhere, living our best life.”
I stared at him. He stared at me. And though I was worried, and stressing, and had all manner of dark thoughts racing through my mind, I could ignore them for now. For one major reason.
I was going to marry one of the men I loved and, despite everything else in my life, I was rather happy with that.
“Okay.” I said. “I can pretend not to stress.” My eyes lifted, moving to the back of the plane for a moment, seeing if Delilah and Widow still had their headphones in and were concentrating on their show.
“What are you looking at?” Price whispered in my ear. “Because it looks to me like you’re making sure nobody can see us.”
To answer his question, I climbed onto his lap, straddling my legs either sides of his thick thighs.
“You got underwear on?” He kept his voice low.
I pouted as I spread my legs wider and lifted up my skirt. “Unfortunately.”
“It’s fine.” He moved his hand down, yanking my thong to the side and replacing it with his fingers. “I can make do in this verytightlittle space and clothes.” He winked as he rubbed my pussy, not needing that long to make me wet enough to fit his massive cock without issue.
Lifting my hips, I gave Price enough room to unzip his jeans and pull them down a little with his boxers.
“We have to be quick.” I muttered. “The others might wake soon.” Or the staff could have come to check on us, and I was not in the mood for that embarrassing altercation.
“I can do quick.” He pulled me down onto him as he spoke. “I can do fast.” He gripped my hips, angling me just right. “All I need you to do is bounce that pretty pussy on my cock so I can fill you up with come.”
“I guess I can do that.” I giggled as I started moving. “Only because you asked so nicely,papi.”
“If I ask you for something else nicely, will you do it?” His lips were beside my ear, as I placed my hands on his shoulders, using the stability to bounce easier.
The last thing I wanted was to fall off him. Partly because it would have made me look like a dickhead, mostly because I was craving his touch and didn’t want to waste the perfect opportunity to get it.
“Of course.” I said.
“When I’m done with you, I want you to sneak over there to Lincoln.” Price whispered as I moved faster, doing my best to make this an actual quickie, and not one that turned into an hour long fuck session. “I want you to wake him up with something nice so we can see if we can wipe that scowl off his face before we get off the plane.”
