Tiger Lily: Part Three (18 page)

I giggled. “Mary sucks at keeping secrets,” I replied.

“I like her already,” he said with a wink. “She’s worried about you. I thought this would ease her fears and help you too,” Jonas said and sipped his scotch and returned to his plate.

“Jonas,” I said, a question on my tongue.

“Lily,” Jonas teased back.

“Does what happened today at KeanexTech happen often?” I asked.

“No, but it does happen,” he said. “I broke a rule with Phil by investing in his company. My friendships dwindle with each one. Exactly what happened to my father, but he didn’t care. He bought and disposed of people often.” He went silent and focused on his plate.

“You’re nothing like him. Phil was upset about his company,” I said in his defense, before eating the rest of my vegetables.

“I know, but there is some truth about losing friendships over business. As far as business friends, I have plenty of them. Some went the way of Phil after choosing to cut ties with their companies. Some friends I have through the yoga center, but those were mostly Dani’s scene,” he said looking out the window.

I reached over and took his hand. “Are you…we…are we going?”

“Not now.” He must have seen the concern flash across my face, because he added, “I’m alright, Lily. I’ve accepted my life. I love my work and family. I love you. I knew long ago I would have to make decisions I didn’t want to for the betterment of the company and those I care about. Vincent never had those restraints, though if you saw him with my father, you would know he wished for them.”

“I guess we all want something that we can’t have, or wish things were different from time to time. I wanted to get my advanced degree and expand the cultural program with the Love Legacy Art program. I wanted my father to walk me down the aisle, or my mother to fuss over my children…” I said.

Jonas went quiet, and so did I, as we finished the rest of our meal.

Once every bite was gone, we cleared up and Jonas rolled the cart back into the hall under my request, as I didn’t want the flight attendant back in the room since we were barely wearing anything. I went back to the bed and slipped the towel off under the sheets.

“My choice,” he said as he walked up to the edge of mattress, as if he had to remind me. He wasted no time letting me know he was back in command. “On your knees, arms at your side and your head down. I’ll be right there,” Jonas said, leaving me to maneuver into the position he chose for me. A warmth filled me as I waited in anticipation of what Jonas would do to me.

I didn’t have to wait too long, and when he returned, the bed dipped with the feel of his strong legs on either side of me as the rest of his frame molded against me. I was vulnerable beneath his powerful body that was covering and sheltering me. I closed my eyes as Jonas remained there cocooning me, letting me soak up the mindset he had given to me. I was his completely.

He ground his growing erection against my buttocks and my breath caught. “All of you.” He lifted up and moved my hair off my neck and planted a kiss there, using his lips to create a trail along my spine, ending at my tailbone. His hands were on my hips, lifting me higher and moving himself between my legs. My skin felt hot and my body went rigid at being so exposed. He rubbed my hips and moved his hands to my cheeks, spreading them apart. My pulse sprinted and my breath came out harsh. Before I could say no, his tongue slid along the seam, rimming me.

“Jonas,” I puffed out.

He paused enough to say. “Try to relax and feel.”

He stopped and kissed both cheeks. “You’ll come first.” He flipped me over and grabbed my thighs, tugging me down on my back, his broad shoulders settling between my legs. He moaned as he sealed his mouth on my pussy and plunged his tongue in and stirred it inside my walls, slipping and sucking my folds.

“I’m close,” I hissed as I bit my lip. Jonas knew my body well, so I didn’t stand a chance of prolonging my pleasure. And just as I thought that, when my thighs shook, he swiped his tongue hard around my clit and I came on a jolt of bliss. But I didn’t have time to revel.

“Back into position,” he commanded. I flipped back over on my knees and this time he spread me apart, his tongue traced the puckered flesh there. I felt light slips of his tongue as his breath heated the tight flesh at its barrier. He moved his tongue out and kissed and licked my ass as his fingers thrust inside my pussy. I panted as I heard the sound of something being squeezed out of a tube. Then I felt his finger replace his tongue, pushing against the ring of muscles and out. He added another finger and I whimpered as he twisted and stretched the opening. A deep guttural sound came from me as I rode between relaxing and tightening. Jonas moaned with me.

“You’re so sexy, every piece of you. Oh, Lily. I can’t get enough.” I closed my eyes and braced myself, waiting for his cock, which he slid between my slick folds, coating himself with my juices. “Fuck.”

He lifted my hips up and pressed the head of his cock inside my rear. I tensed and he rubbed my back.

“Relax, Lily.” He moved slowly, easing more of his shaft inside of me, reaching around to tease my clit as he pressed further still.

“Push back for me and breathe,” he commanded, his voice rough.

I took in a deep breath and did as he said, stretching the tight ring and whimpering as my muscles clenched. He pumped slowly until he slid deep inside my buttocks. “Yes. Lily. All of you. Mine.”

I reached back and touched his thigh. “Wait,” I muttered.

He slid his fingers around my clit and I jolted as pleasure again mixed with the pain, then he started to rock his hips. Jonas grunted as he thrust in and out. Pleasure arose and I push back and moaned. He took my hips and pressed his head against my back as he came. His thick fingers pumped inside me as his thumb teased my clit.

“Give it to me,” he gritted, and that made me come apart for him. I quivered and he held me to him. He removed his cock and turned me around and hugged me. “I love you. Thank you for trusting me.” I closed my eyes and tightened my arms around him. I wasn’t ready for him to let me go after he had touched and marked every part of my body.

“Love you,” I said back to him. He lifted me and carried me to a bathroom, where he placed me in the shower and turned it on. The shock of the cold spray woke me some and I balanced back on my feet as the scent of vanilla filled the small space and his hands moved over to wash me.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked as he washed over my buttocks.

“I feel tender,” I muttered. When we finished our shower, he took me out and stood me before the sink.

“Bend over,” he instructed.

I complied and for the first time, I didn’t blush as he bent down and examined me. It was as if I believed he had a right to do so.

“I’ve got cream that should make you feel better.” He went into a bag on the sink and pulled out a tube and rubbed it against the sore, sensitive rim at my back entrance, then kissed both cheeks. We both washed our faces and brushed our teeth, even then pausing to touch each other.

When we were done, he guided us back to the bedroom, where we worked to fix the sheets before settling back down in them. Jonas pulled me in his arms and I wrapped every part of my body I could around his. There were no boundaries remaining between us. I belonged to him. After a while, Jonas woke me. “We’re back in New York. We need to get ready for landing soon.” He was already dressed in a shirt and slacks and was trying to work my dress over my hips, which I took over.

He kissed my naked shoulder, then took back over zipping me up. I stood and picked up my shoes and handbag that had made it back there. Pulling out my phone, I made my way over to the bouquets.

“What are you doing?” Jonas asked.

I smiled. “Memories.” I took a photo.

He took out his own phone and snapped one of me.

“Mr. Crane?” The flight attendant knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he said and chuckled as I rushed over to the bed and tried to straighten the sheets. He pulled my waist and that spark that we shared flared from his touch.

“We’re preparing to land,” she said.

“Would you mind taking a photo of us?” he said to her as she walked further into the room. She smiled and took his phone and poised it up to take a picture. “Ready?”

Jonas placed his hands low on my stomach and she snapped the photo. I couldn’t imagine my expression, but when I looked up at Jonas I noticed he had that faraway expression I’d seen on his face earlier. “Jonas?” I asked. He came back from wherever he was and gave me a wink.

“Would you please take one more? I wasn’t ready for that one,” I pleaded.

Moving Jonas’s hands up to right under my breasts, I covered my hands with his and she took another photo. I turned to face him and wrap my arms around him, and she took another two. “I want a copy of that one,” I said as she returned Jonas’s phone and we walked out of the room to our seats.

“Yes,” I said as I stared down at the photos of us both together, letting my heart fill with the image of the love and care I felt being in his arms. He took my hand and the plane started its descent into New York City.

THE RAIN HITTING
the surface of the cabin sounded like thousands of spikes hitting a metal plate as the plane dropped, shook, and jittered in what was turning out to be an infinite journey to landing. This time, no amount of kisses from Jonas could ease my grip on the arms of my seat. The pilot continued to loop over the area, causing the queasiness in my stomach to return. I took deep breaths and a sip from the bottle of water Jonas handed me.

Once we leveled, Jonas opened the shutter on the window and pointed at the lights and buildings coming into view, soothing my fear. We flew closer to the ground, until the wheels hit the tarmac and his lips brushed against mine again. His attentiveness and care truly had my heart.

“I love you,” I said.

“I know,” he replied and held my hand as we taxied to the designated arrival area. We had made it, together.

Once we came to a stop and the emergency lights went off, Jonas pulled out his phone and turned it on, immediately greeting us both with millions of beeps as all his incoming messages poured through. This brought a curse to his lips and a sigh to mine.

David rose the minute the flight attendant opened and secured the cabin doors, taking Jonas’s briefcase along with him as he went to get the car. Before I put on my jacket, he was back, making me think I had lost time. Or that something was wrong.

Based on his expression and the hurried manner in which he approached Jonas, my gut told me the latter was true.

“We have press,” David announced.

I lifted my brows and moved to peer out the window, but Jonas blocked me and closed the shutter. “Lily, I need you to leave with the flight attendant now,” he said and frowned as he quickly put on his suit jacket.

“The uniform, please.” He motioned to our flight attendant, who went to the front of the cabin and opened her trolley, retrieving a flight uniform shirt and skirt, which she then handed to me.

I turned to Jonas.
Was this necessary?

“Put the uniform on as quickly as possible,” he ordered.

As I reached for my handbag, Jonas passed it to David, who exchanged it for his briefcase.

“I’ll return your bag soon,” David assured as he placed it in a paper bag that the flight attendant was now holding open in front of him. He then rushed with the bag up the aisle and out the exit.

Jonas was back on the phone and motioning me off to change again. So I headed back to the suite and quickly removed my dress and suit jacket, awkwardly putting on the uniform, which was snug on me. I then took my clothing and made my way back up to them.

The flight attendant handed me a flight bag to put my clothes in, then beckoned me to follow her.

I turned to Jonas. “What about you? And why are they here?”

Jonas paused mid-conversation. “I need you safe. Go with her. She will get you to David. I’ll explain later.” He called out to the flight attendant, who was now at the cabin door, “Thank you.”

My pulse raced as I hurried up the aisle after her, down the steps and onto the tarmac. She met me there with a small umbrella and we huddled under it together in a dash toward the small terminal building. On our approach, I could see a row of glass windows where a few passengers milled around in arrivals. I spotted one man with a camera. This had me thinking Jonas and David were being overzealous in their security measures
. Did he really need all of this?
Still, I followed the hurried pace of the flight attendant as she moved with purpose across the square room toward the main exit.

It was there that I finally noticed the press, swarming with cameras around a couple of uniformed airport security guards. This wasn’t just one man. It was a mob. And we were heading right toward them.

The flight attendant motioned for me to keep up, but the second we breached the door that was to be our exit, flashes of lights blanked my vision. I felt a hand grab onto mine, pulling me forward, but I stumbled. Once I recovered, I blinked rapidly and swiped the rainwater from my face before walking forward. The cacophony of voices speaking all at once made it hard to understand what the throng of press may have even been saying. All I could manage was to stare down at my feet as I rushed along, with airport security moving in to unblock the jammed path that only the flight attendant knew would lead to David and the car. My chin was skimmed as microphones were pushed into my face.