Winter In August (22 page)

I had flown five times in my life, the first being when my grandfather died in Florida. I was eleven years old, and it was me and my dad. The plane hit horrible turbulence, and I was terrified enough the stewardess had to calm me down. That was the last time I flew until I was in high school. Each time was bad and the last time I flew, Harper and I were going to Florida for spring break. Harper practically had to carry me on because I drank so much before, I couldn’t walk. This time, Colt promised my experience would be different. First, we were taking a private jet, one from Andrews Aviation. Second, his best friend who was a pilot was going to fly the plane, so he could be with me, and third, he promised to take me at thirty thousand feet. I was almost fine when I walked into this luxury jet resembling an elaborate hotel room. The seats were like oversized leather recliners with a table in between and a flat screen television with each one. Colt went up front for a while to hang out with the pilot as I nervously buckled in. Tieg and Harper settled in and champagne was already served. Though I had already had three whiskeys over ice, I accepted the champagne with shaky hands and a racing heart.

Harper sensed my nervousness. She’d been through flying with me before and she swore she would never fly with me again. The words “private jet” must have changed her mind.

“You okay, Gabs?” she asked. Harper called me Gabs when she had been drinking.

“Are you sure we should be going?”

“Come on this is a private jet, and Colt won’t let anything happen to us.” I waved my hand at her and tried not to glance out any of the numerous windows.

Before takeoff, Colt came back to sit with me and hold my hand. He didn’t wear his normal pilot “uniform” like I was hoping he would. I liked when he wore his uniform. He showed up at the salon wearing it one afternoon, and it was all I could do not to take him in the back room and ravage him.

Harper and Tieg seemed to be enjoying each other's company, kissing and whispering as the plane headed down the runway.

“Okay?” asked Colt as he grabbed me and kissed my fingers.

“No, I hate this. How long did you say this will take?”

“Two hours. Don’t sweat. As soon as we are flying, I want to show you around. I have a surprise for you.” He winked and kissed me. His face was clean shaven this time since he had an important meeting, and his hair I’d trimmed for him earlier in the week. He looked delicious.

The plane sped up faster, and I dug my hands into the seat armrest holding on. I closed my eyes and buried my face in Colts shoulder as the “missile” rose off the ground and into the air.

Once the plane was in the air and the light flashed you could unbuckle your seat belts, Colt grabbed a bottle of champagne out of the fridge two glasses and my hand. He led me to the back where he wanted to show me something. In the back was not a restroom, but a huge bedroom with a round bed, television and what looked like a shower and bath. I was stunned this was in an airplane.

“Wow! I’ve never seen this on a commercial flight,” I smiled.

“This is commercial stepped up a bit, Gabby,” Colt laughed.

“I like the bed. Tell me Marco has not rolled around back her in this one with some teenager.”

“No, this is my personal jet. I use this for myself and very special clients. No one has used this bedroom, but me.” Colt took off his suit jacket and laid it on a chair. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and took off his tie.

“Oh great, I’m sure Marlene has had her extensions whipping all over in here.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Not Marlene, no she hasn’t been in this one. Claire was the only woman I had in the bedroom.”

“I’m sorry for asking.” I drunkenly walked to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. For a brief second, I forgot I was on a plane.

“I have my ways of getting over your fear of flying, Gabby.” He began kissing me as I looked at him.

“Oh, is that right? A good role in the hay will help me not think we are in a speeding missile about to crash at any moment.”

“Yes, I believe this will.” He set the champagne down and started to take my clothes off. I was wearing a little black dress and no panties with my lace bra. I knew we would be up to this. I didn’t realize airplane sex would be in a bed. I had the back bathroom more in mind when he said we would be fucking at 30,000 feet.

He lifted my dress past my ass which he squeezed and grabbed on to it. His other hand rubbed against my slick pussy. The muscles in his neck and arms bulged as he pushed me down.

“Lay back on the bed and forget where you are at for at least two hours.”

“Two hours. You can go two hours?” I laughed.

“I believe I can, and we will have to see.” I swallowed and closed my eyes as a turbulent made the plane jump. Oh God.

“Don’t you have to copilot or something?”

The plane dipped again.

“What was that? Are we going down?”

“The only thing going down is my face on your pussy. Stop. You’re safe.” He said as he kissed my neck and unclasped my bra. His body tensed as he looked at me. I ran my hands over his flat stomach and reached for his belt. We were both breathless with lust.

“This if the first on a plane for me. I will officially be part of the mile-high club, if we don’t crash,” I said as the plane dipped through another turbulent.

Colt already had his head between my legs as his tongue worked its magic tracing each wet inch of me. I was dizzy from the drinks and the feeling of an orgasm coming soon. My pulse raced and the plane kept dipping.

“Oh Christ, Colt. I won’t be able to get there if this keeps up. I’m getting terrified.” I dug my fingers into his shoulders. He was too busy to realize. He stopped for a second.

“Come Gabby, it’s all fine. Think about what I’m doing to you.”

He started sucking on me and that was all I needed. I forgot where I was and let the orgasm build up in me. A climax traveled through me hard and deep within. I grabbed on to Colts hair, pulling him more inside me.

“That’s my girl. You love when I do this. I love feeling your orgasm go through you while I’m tasting you.”

“I want you inside me Colt.” Colt stood up and told me to get on my knees. He was still dressed, but, unzipped his pants and took his cock out resting it on my ass. That was so fucking hot to see him still fully dressed and me completely naked. He reached under me and played with my breast as he rubbed his cock against my bare ass, teasing me mercilessly.

I kept pushing back to have him put his cock in me and he wouldn’t. I wanted him inside so bad it hurt. Finally, he grabbed on to my hips and with his one hand put his cock deep inside. I was drenched.

“Your pussy is so perfect, Gabby. It’s so tight.” I moaned and Colt took his cock out.

“Please Colt, don’t stop,” I begged.

“Not so fast. You need a little more teasing, Gabby. We have some time.” He moved and rubbed the head of his penis around my pussy again.

The plane dipped. This time, I didn’t let the fear bother me because I felt something in an odd place. I was never the girl to shy away from trying different sexual acts, but I wasn’t expecting what I felt from Colt and certainly not 3000 feet in the air.

“Relax, Gabby. This is something I’ve wanted to try with you and I think now is a perfect time.”

“What is that in me?” he was inserting something in my ass, but it wasn’t his cock or his finger.

His breathing was labored. I heard him rustling around behind me.

“They’re beads. I thought you would like to try something different, but you need to relax.”

As he was talking another bead was inserted inside me. As he was doing this he skillfully inserted his cock in me. My orgasm was building fast. Colt grabbed my hips and pulled me at a different angle. Another bead went inside me. He thrust in and out of me as another bead was inserted. My senses were on overdrive. Colts cologne, the warmth of our body’s, the feel of his fabric of his clothes against my bare skin, the sound of his breathing getting rapidly heavier with each thrust, and hearing my own moans had me teetering on the brink of pure eroticism. I couldn’t even explain what I felt. Just as I was about to come, he slowly pulled the beads out. I screamed in ecstasy as the world spun around me. I threw my head back and accepted the onslaught of pleasure as I came for the longest time. Colt thrust harder and inserted the beads again.

“Dear God,” I moaned.

“That’s it, baby, let it go through you.”

I gripped the sheets on the bed and yelled his name as he released inside, pounding me hard and deliberate. I fell face first against the bed. Colt collapsed on top of me. We lay motionless for a while as we both caught our breath.

“My Italian princess. God, you make me nuts.” Colt lay next to me as I tried to come down from the amazing sex.

“Did you like the beads?”

“I don’t even know what to say. I have never experienced something so hot. I can’t even begin to explain what that felt like.”

“That’s just the beginning, Gabby. I wanted to see how open you would be to that and obviously, you liked it. I have so many other adventures planned for us.” His hands stroked my back as he held me tight to him.

“It was amazing, Colt.”

“I told you I would get you over your fear of flying.” We lay in each other’s arms, sipped champagne, and each time the plane hit a turbulent he held on to me.

Surprisingly, the plane ride was about over when we walked out and took our seats to land. I could get used to flying like that.

* * * * *

The weekend in Miami was not to be. As soon as the plane landed my phone rang. I didn’t answer because I didn’t recognize the number. I was so excited to be with Colt, in Miami and spending the weekend relaxing, I didn’t want to be bothered by anyone.

We were checking into our hotel, and this number called again. Once more I deleted the call. This was my time to relax and I didn’t feel like being bothered. I didn’t answer a call I didn’t recognize. My dad knew where I was going to be and Harper was with me. Even though Colt was there for business, we stayed at an elaborate Asian inspired, hotel. I wanted to bask in the sun, sit by the ocean, and nothing was going to stop me. My phone rang again.

Colt looked at me with a raised brow. “You better answer that, don’t you think?” I rolled my eyes at him as I slid my finger across the screen. This better be fucking important. I had a pissed off attitude answering the call.

“Yes.”

“Gabby? Thank God you answered.” The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place who was calling me.

“Who is this?”

“It’s Aunt Anti. I’m calling because of your dad.”

My heart stopped for a brief second. What did she mean by that? Why was she calling me? My Aunt Antoinette hadn’t spoken to me since I moved away five years ago.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. She was crying. I heard it in her voice. This can’t be good.

Colt finished paying for our rooms and walked up closer to me. I could feel the color drain from my cheeks as I stood still.

“Gabby, he’s had a heart attack” Oh my God.

“What? When?” I cried. The other customers stared at me with disdain. I was loud and my bellowing voice wasn’t appreciated in such a place. Colt touched my shoulder as I closed my eyes and listened to the news I never wanted to hear.

“I think you better get home. I’m sorry.”

Chapter 19

“
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s
he alive?” I pleaded.

“Yes, he’s alive. It’s not good.” Oh my God. Why? Why was this happening now? Not now. “I’m in Miami so it’ll take a couple of hours to get to Cleveland. Where is he at?”

“Uncle Vito can pick you up at the airport. Call and let us know when you will be in. Your dad is at the Cleveland Clinic. He was life-flighted there, Gabby.” I closed my eyes tight to keep from crying in front of Colt. I would not let him see me cry.

I insisted Colt stay behind. He was there for business first. I didn’t want to involve him in my personal problems, anyway. He reluctantly agreed. Harper wanted to go back home with me as well, and I would not let her. She didn’t need to ruin her time in Miami. This was my issue, and I alone would deal with whatever was waiting for me. Colt made a few calls and the plane we were on was waiting for me.

This was one time I didn’t think about my fear of flying. This was the one time I wanted to get home and didn’t care how I did it. Colt’s head pilot that flew us to Miami earlier greeted me at the airport. Colt walked me into the plane and got me settled in. He was reluctant to leave me and reassured me he could be in Ohio in two hours if I needed him. I promised him I would be okay, kissed him goodbye and told him to get to his meeting. He left and the pilot came back to speak to me.

“My favorite passenger is back. Nice to see you again, but not under these circumstances.” He kissed me on the cheek.

“I would like to say the same to you, but I’d be lying. Are you sure you can fly again this soon?”

“I’m four mixed drinks and two Xanax’s in so far. You’re in good hands,” he smiled.

“Perfect. Get me home fast.”

“Will do. Petal to the metal, Gabby. May I say, I’m praying for your dad.”