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in one of those
cookie-cutter houses.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
Henry poked his head through the cockpit
entrance. “I was just wondering the same thing,” he said, wiping a bead of
sweat from his freckly forehead.
“Was it ever in doubt?” Eli asked.
Our destination was most certainly in doubt to
me, but Henry thought and then nodded his head. “I’m not sure we’ve got the
fuel to get us there,” he said. “We might, but it will be cutting it close.”
“Only one way to find out,” Eli said. “Buckle
up, Avery.”
I got up so Henry could take his seat next to
Eli, and I moved back to the front seat in the passenger area. I couldn’t help
but roll my eyes when the “Fasten Seatbelt” light flicked on. Just following
protocol, even when I was the only passenger outside the cockpit.
Eli steered the plane to the end of the runway,
then turned and began picking up speed. The engines rumbled as we raced down
the runway, and then we were in the air. I looked out the window as we flew
over all those rooftops arranged in their neat little grids.
“Adios, Shiloh,” I muttered.
We kept gaining altitude and I watched the homes
and roads and fields and rivers as they shrank to nothing, and then we were
soaring through the clouds. I heard a ding, and the seatbelt sign dimmed. I
rolled my eyes again.
Eli’s voice came over the intercom. Using his
best hokey pilot impersonation, he welcomed his passenger and rattled off some
information about altitude and cruising speed and let me know I was now free to
move about the cabin. I immediately threw off my seat belt, kicked off my socks
and shoes, and made my way back to the lounge to raid the liquor cabinet
underneath the wet bar.
After everything I had been through, I deserved
a stiff drink. I also deserved a long hot, shower. It almost surprised me that
Eli hadn’t thought to put a shower in his plane. I poured myself a whiskey and
knocked it back. It was smooth but strong, and I liked the way it seared my
chest as it went down, warming my belly.
Next I went to the bathroom to freshen up as
much as I could. I was dreading the sight of myself in the mirror.
I was right to worry. Lord, was I a mess. My
long hair was wild and tangled, and my face was dirty. I splashed water and
scrubbed as best I could, wishing I also had a clean pair of clothes. I look
down and rued my lack of outfit options. My shirt was torn a bit at the collar,
revealing just enough cleavage to make me blush. My boobs weren’t anything to
stop traffic, but they were nice and full, complementing the curve of my hips.
My jeans were filthy.
Oh well. If Eli didn’t mind, then I would try
not to mind.
I went back to the cabin, hoping to see Eli, but
he wasn’t there. I poured myself another whiskey. I turned my back from the
cockpit and put the drink to my lips, working up the courage to shoot it down,
when Eli’s voice stopped me.
“Drinking underage?” Eli said. “My, my. You are
quite the delinquent.”
“It’s for you, Father Eli,” I said, handing him
the drink. Eli tossed it down in a single gulp, then got out a second glass and
filled them both. He handed one to me, clinked it with his, and we both drank.
Then Eli took the glass out of my hand. He set the glasses in the sink, never
taking his eyes off me. The way he looked at me made my stomach go light and
fluttery. The whiskey also had something to do with my light and fluttery
feelings.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” Eli said.
“Me too.”
I wanted Eli. All of him, right now. The emotion
in his eyes made me weak in the knees. And wet between my legs.
Eli grabbed me roughly and pulled me into him,
our bodies pressed together and his mouth pressed against mine. I licked the
whiskey from his lips and my mouth parted slightly to accept his searching
tongue, which caressed mine. Eli’s rough hands were running up and down my
back, groping my ass, pulling me even tighter against
the hard plane of his chest. His
cookie-cutter houses.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
Henry poked his head through the cockpit
entrance. “I was just wondering the same thing,” he said, wiping a bead of
sweat from his freckly forehead.
“Was it ever in doubt?” Eli asked.
Our destination was most certainly in doubt to
me, but Henry thought and then nodded his head. “I’m not sure we’ve got the
fuel to get us there,” he said. “We might, but it will be cutting it close.”
“Only one way to find out,” Eli said. “Buckle
up, Avery.”
I got up so Henry could take his seat next to
Eli, and I moved back to the front seat in the passenger area. I couldn’t help
but roll my eyes when the “Fasten Seatbelt” light flicked on. Just following
protocol, even when I was the only passenger outside the cockpit.
Eli steered the plane to the end of the runway,
then turned and began picking up speed. The engines rumbled as we raced down
the runway, and then we were in the air. I looked out the window as we flew
over all those rooftops arranged in their neat little grids.
“Adios, Shiloh,” I muttered.
We kept gaining altitude and I watched the homes
and roads and fields and rivers as they shrank to nothing, and then we were
soaring through the clouds. I heard a ding, and the seatbelt sign dimmed. I
rolled my eyes again.
Eli’s voice came over the intercom. Using his
best hokey pilot impersonation, he welcomed his passenger and rattled off some
information about altitude and cruising speed and let me know I was now free to
move about the cabin. I immediately threw off my seat belt, kicked off my socks
and shoes, and made my way back to the lounge to raid the liquor cabinet
underneath the wet bar.
After everything I had been through, I deserved
a stiff drink. I also deserved a long hot, shower. It almost surprised me that
Eli hadn’t thought to put a shower in his plane. I poured myself a whiskey and
knocked it back. It was smooth but strong, and I liked the way it seared my
chest as it went down, warming my belly.
Next I went to the bathroom to freshen up as
much as I could. I was dreading the sight of myself in the mirror.
I was right to worry. Lord, was I a mess. My
long hair was wild and tangled, and my face was dirty. I splashed water and
scrubbed as best I could, wishing I also had a clean pair of clothes. I look
down and rued my lack of outfit options. My shirt was torn a bit at the collar,
revealing just enough cleavage to make me blush. My boobs weren’t anything to
stop traffic, but they were nice and full, complementing the curve of my hips.
My jeans were filthy.
Oh well. If Eli didn’t mind, then I would try
not to mind.
I went back to the cabin, hoping to see Eli, but
he wasn’t there. I poured myself another whiskey. I turned my back from the
cockpit and put the drink to my lips, working up the courage to shoot it down,
when Eli’s voice stopped me.
“Drinking underage?” Eli said. “My, my. You are
quite the delinquent.”
“It’s for you, Father Eli,” I said, handing him
the drink. Eli tossed it down in a single gulp, then got out a second glass and
filled them both. He handed one to me, clinked it with his, and we both drank.
Then Eli took the glass out of my hand. He set the glasses in the sink, never
taking his eyes off me. The way he looked at me made my stomach go light and
fluttery. The whiskey also had something to do with my light and fluttery
feelings.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” Eli said.
“Me too.”
I wanted Eli. All of him, right now. The emotion
in his eyes made me weak in the knees. And wet between my legs.
Eli grabbed me roughly and pulled me into him,
our bodies pressed together and his mouth pressed against mine. I licked the
whiskey from his lips and my mouth parted slightly to accept his searching
tongue, which caressed mine. Eli’s rough hands were running up and down my
back, groping my ass, pulling me even tighter against
the hard plane of his chest. His
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