The Redemption(22)

Chuckling, he runs his finger down my nose and lingers on my lips, stopping me from talking. “Here’s the truth of the matter. If we do this… again, there’s no going back to square one tomorrow. Not for me. I won’t be able to act like I don’t care about you, like I haven’t thought about you every day since we were together last. So it’s easier to stop now than later.”

With a discouraged sigh, I say, “You’re stronger than me, Dex.”

“No, I just know my greatest weakness is the woman beneath me right now.” He rolls over sighing in a way that shows frustration has set in. Turning his head to me, he says, “I want to f*ck you so bad, but I also want to do all that making love stuff too. And if we do that, I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.” He sits up and walks to the other side of the room, leaning his back against the wall.

I prop myself up on my elbows, caught by the heaviness of the emotions I’m suddenly feeling for him.

“Go to sleep tonight. Fly home tomorrow.” He walks into the shadow of the entryway. “I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

I hear the door open as I fall back on the bed, my own sexual frustration setting in. But just when I hear the door close, the weight of his body lands on top of me and he kisses me hard. Surprised, my eyes fly open, but then I go for it just like him and kiss him back with just as much passion. He pushes off of me again and stands between my legs. “I make very few promises in life, but this one I can make to you. Rochelle Floros, I’m coming for you. It’s our time, so get ready for me.” He turns abruptly and leaves me sitting there stunned… and tingly… and then smiling, my heart full of happiness and so much more for that man.





Lara came back to the room this morning and found me asleep. She’s been giving me a hard time on our morning flight back to LA ever since. “That grin on your face sure was unexpected.”

“I wasn’t grinning. I was sleeping.”

“Well, whatever you were dreaming about had you smiling like a fool in your sleep.”

I roll my eyes. “And what did you do after the concert last night?”

She looks away briefly before she says, “Met some friends at the bar downstairs. Once you texted me you were going to bed, I thought it best not to bring the party up to the room.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now what brought on that smile? It was polar opposite of what I expected to find when you left the show.”

I figure the truth will hush her up. “I had three orgasms last night.”

Her eyes go wide. “Eh, er… wow. Umm, okay. Huh.” She adjusts in her seat and says, “I’m impressed. Did you have these on your own or did someone special, someone like Dex, induce these?”

“All on my own.” I just don’t mention that Dex was the inspiration behind each one. Seems every time I close my eyes, I can still feel his lips on me and the gentle sucking he did to my collarbone.

“Ew, are you gonna cum again right now? Wipe that expression off your face.”

I burst out laughing and slap her arm. “Stop teasing me. You wanted the truth. Well, you got it.”

“I love a great masturbation session.”

“Oh my God, keep your voice down, Lara.”

An older woman in the seat in front of us peers back through the crack between the seats. When my eyes meet her judgy ones, she frowns and turns back around quickly.

Lara shrugs not caring if she’s heard by everyone on the plane or not. “Wouldn’t it be hot to have sex with the pilot while he was flying the plane?”

Shaking my head, I say, “I’m not really partial to planes.”

Her hand covers mine on the shared armrest. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“So maybe you’re more a mailman type of gal. You know, a guy who can really deliver his package?”

My head goes back and I scrunch my nose. “What 80’s porn have you been watching?”

“Not porn, just my imagination… Okay, some porn, but we all watch porn every now and then.”

“Maybe I should watch some,” I say, actually considering the idea.

“If you had three orgasms all by yourself, I don’t think you need porn. Your dirty thoughts are good enough.”

“I have some good references.”

She leans closer. “Do tell.”

“No, I think I’ll hold onto them a little longer.”

“If it makes a difference, I saw how Dex looks at you over the last few days. You could have him if you wanted.”

Looking out the window of the plane into the great blue yonder, I reply, “It makes all the difference in the world.” Three more hours on the flight left to go, so I lean my head against the window and close my eyes. “I’m gonna try to get some sleep.”





After thanking Janice for keeping my kids, I drag my suitcase into the bedroom. The boys follow me in and we all lay on my king size bed together, cartoons on the large flat screen hanging on the wall. Despite that they were engrossed in the show, I’m instantly smothered in kisses and hugs and I love it. My boys take the opportunity to bounce on the bed, and despite the no jumping rule usually in place, I let them. Their happy faces are worth the potential for broken springs.