Gifted Connections: Book 2(53)

Micah disappeared in front of me and reappeared moments later. “Done,” he said with a satisfied smile.

“That’s a pretty neat trick,” Jaxson said with a smile.

“Oh yeah,” Micah smiled with a cocky grin. “Watch this,” he said as he grabbed my hand.

My first experience with teleporting was highly alarming.



It wasn’t long before we were on another private jet heading back home. It was a long day of using my powers, and I was hungry, tired, and straining worse than I ever had. I longed for a sexual release but didn’t know how to approach any of the guys with my needs. It was getting dark out and Noah was busy entertaining Alex; my heart warmed at how good he was with him. Jace was busy tapping away on his lap top. Drake was having a quiet, but intense conversation on the phone. Jaxson, Micah, and Remy were passed out in their recliners.

Micah was beyond exhausted from running so long. This was the first time he was safe in weeks.

I knew Troy was sitting up in the cock pit with the pilot. I was too wired to sleep, no matter how tired I was, and I decided to make my way up to the cock pit. I was thinking I would be able to talk to him, get to know him again. After all, we needed to make this connection.

I lightly tapped on the door and was told to come in. I walked in and took a seat behind the pilot. “I couldn’t sleep,” I said quietly.

Troy looked at me with assessing eyes. “I know how you feel,” he said quietly. “Hey Joe, want to stretch your legs a bit, get some coffee, something to eat, see how Kendra’s doing” he said to the pilot.

Kendra was the flight attendant that had given us refreshments and snacks, but it hadn’t been enough to fill me.

Joe gave him a grateful smile, “Yeah?” I could tell he must have a thing for the pretty flight attendant and was eager to spend some time with her.

“Yeah,” Troy nodded. “This thing practically flies itself, and I’m sure Blake would like to sit co-pilot for a little bit.”

Joe didn’t need a second invitation, he was out the door quickly.

I nodded with a smile. “That would be cool. You once flew me on the helicopter, this will be another unique experience.”

Troy’s eyes clouded for a moment before he nodded. “I remember that,” he said slowly.

I slid into the seat next to him. He looked at me and smiled. He reached out to grab my hand. In my heightened state I didn’t realize I had brought my sexual tension out in my touch or that I was pushing my emotions to him.

“Blake,” he hissed, his voice heavy with desire.

“Sorry,” I blushed, taking my hand away and staring at my hands. “I forgot how…the strain felt. I didn’t mean to push my…desire onto you.”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Troy said hoarsely. “Why do you think I came up here? I didn’t trust myself to be near you. I want you. Now.”

“Really?” I asked tentatively. I felt my desire rise more. I always thought I was an asexual being, until I met my guys. Reticence warred with the desire within. Part of me felt like I needed to take the time to get to know Troy again. The other part of me wanted to rip off his clothes and see what it would be like to be with him.

He turned and messed with some buttons on the dashboard of the plane. He stood up and I could see the hunger in his eyes mirroring my own. He pulled me out of my seat and lifted me up. Almost stumbling in his haste to taste my lips.

I eagerly opened my mouth to him, sucking on his tongue as he moaned deep in his throat. His hands cradled the back of my head, allowing him deeper access. Kissing him had always been erotic. In the past, that’s all we did, and for the life of me, I don’t know why we never did anything more.

I felt his hands on my zipper, located on the back of my suit. He raised his eyebrows in question. I knew he wanted my permission. I eagerly nodded. I heard his breath leave his lungs like he had been holding it.

He looked down at me, making me squirm uncomfortably. A man like him was experienced. He had admitted as much. I was still new to all this. I wanted to snatch my suit back up, feeling horribly self-conscious.

“So beautiful,” his voice was barely a whisper.

He went back to kissing me passionately. I could feel his hands exploring my back, pushing the material off my arms and around my waist. His warm hands explored my body from the waist up, his hands finally finding my breast. He lifted the weight of them into his palms and rubbed my nipples with his thumbs, through my bra.

I whimpered as I felt the warmth spread in my stomach and down to my core. I was highly aroused by his knowing touch.

“You have too many clothes on,” I muttered in frustration as I went to dig my nails into his back. Rubbing my body against him, wanting… Needing to get closer to him.

He stepped back, keeping our lips connected, his breathing ragged as he released the zips on his suit, revealing his beautiful olive complexion. His pectoral muscles jumped under my touch, he hissed as I ran my hands down his six-pack abs. I couldn’t help myself as I took the material in my hands, pushing it down as I got down on my knees, following it as the material bunched down at his feet.

I pulled his boxer briefs down, releasing his hard member. I couldn’t resist wanting to taste him. To know what his male essence would taste like. I wrapped my lips around him and heard him hiss out my name as I licked and sucked on him. He tasted good. I wanted more.