Read Online Now (New Adult Erotic Romance) (The Tryst Series Book 2) by Marie York - Free Book Online
Authors: Marie York
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Chapter 1
I hated to fly, but considering my best friend, Dee, was getting married to her hottie fiancé, Cole, I pushed the fear aside and boarded a plane for Grand Rapids, Michigan. It had been two years since she moved to Lansing, Michigan and only my second time going to see her.
Thankful for technology, we were able to still have our Sunday movie nights, but it just wasn’t the same. I couldn’t wait to be in the same state with her again.
The flight attendant and pilot offered me a smile as I stepped onto the plane. I took a minute to evaluate the pilot. He had a wedding ring on and didn’t look depressed or stressed out. That was a good sign and gave me a little peace of mind as I took my seat.
My palms clammed up as soon as I snapped my seatbelt into place. I tugged on the excess material, making it as tight as possible, fully aware that if the plane went down, the seatbelt would do nothing to help.
A guy stopped at my row and nodded to the seat beside me. I was already strapped in, but unbuckled to let him through. As soon as he was situated, I yanked my seatbelt back on.
Fear clogged my throat and I tried to swallow the lump, but it only made it bigger. It was only an hour and a half flight—I ran on the treadmill longer than that. It was three episodes of Sex and the City, not even close to a marathon.
The plane started to move and I gripped my seat. I focused on the flight attendant who was giving a rundown of safety procedures. She looked calm. If she wasn’t worried then I shouldn’t be worried, but I had no control over it. When she held the oxygen mask to her face and slid it on with a smile, I thought she was a freaking lunatic and looked away.
I closed my eyes and tried to think of something less scary. Puppies and rainbows and…sex. Nope that wasn’t helping because it only made me realize I had stumbled into a dry spell and it’d been ages since I had an orgasm.
There was no way this plane was going down. Not while I was in the middle of my biggest dry spell ever. I took a deep breath and pushed myself into the softness of the chair. I was fine for about three minutes then the speed increased and the plane shot up and I nearly had a heart attack.
“Would you mind?” I asked the guy beside me pointing to his hand. He was pretty attractive even if I wasn’t a fan of the man bun, but his hand was big and strong looking, and I just needed something to squeeze to keep my mind off my heart that was currently thrashing against my chest.
He was all too quick to accept my offer, but I didn’t care, I slid my small hand into his and held on for dear life. The horny sex-depraved girl inside of me hoped there would be some sort of instant spark when our skin made contact like there always is in the movies. We’d go in the bathroom and spend the rest of the flight joining the mile high club. Unfortunately, I felt nothing.
“I take it you don’t fly much,” he said, but all I could manage was a curt shake of the head. “You get used to it. I was never a fan, but now I’m on a plane more than in a car. It’s really not that bad. Besides, flying is safer.”
“Yes, but at least in a car I’m on the ground and not dangling thirty-thousand feet in the air,” I said finally able to get words past the bulging lump in my throat.
He laughed and rubbed at the light brown stubble on his chin. “So where you heading to?” he asked and I had a feeling he was trying to distract me for which I was eternally grateful.
“Same as you, I assume. Michigan.”
“What’s in Michigan?”
“My best friend. She’s getting married and I’m the maid of honor.”
We leveled out and the seatbelt light blinked off. I released my grip from the poor guy’s hand and relaxed into my seat.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“A glass of white wine would be fabulous,” I said to the blonde flight attendant.
“Absolutely and you, sir?”
“I’ll have what she’s having.”
Once the flight attendant
I hated to fly, but considering my best friend, Dee, was getting married to her hottie fiancé, Cole, I pushed the fear aside and boarded a plane for Grand Rapids, Michigan. It had been two years since she moved to Lansing, Michigan and only my second time going to see her.
Thankful for technology, we were able to still have our Sunday movie nights, but it just wasn’t the same. I couldn’t wait to be in the same state with her again.
The flight attendant and pilot offered me a smile as I stepped onto the plane. I took a minute to evaluate the pilot. He had a wedding ring on and didn’t look depressed or stressed out. That was a good sign and gave me a little peace of mind as I took my seat.
My palms clammed up as soon as I snapped my seatbelt into place. I tugged on the excess material, making it as tight as possible, fully aware that if the plane went down, the seatbelt would do nothing to help.
A guy stopped at my row and nodded to the seat beside me. I was already strapped in, but unbuckled to let him through. As soon as he was situated, I yanked my seatbelt back on.
Fear clogged my throat and I tried to swallow the lump, but it only made it bigger. It was only an hour and a half flight—I ran on the treadmill longer than that. It was three episodes of Sex and the City, not even close to a marathon.
The plane started to move and I gripped my seat. I focused on the flight attendant who was giving a rundown of safety procedures. She looked calm. If she wasn’t worried then I shouldn’t be worried, but I had no control over it. When she held the oxygen mask to her face and slid it on with a smile, I thought she was a freaking lunatic and looked away.
I closed my eyes and tried to think of something less scary. Puppies and rainbows and…sex. Nope that wasn’t helping because it only made me realize I had stumbled into a dry spell and it’d been ages since I had an orgasm.
There was no way this plane was going down. Not while I was in the middle of my biggest dry spell ever. I took a deep breath and pushed myself into the softness of the chair. I was fine for about three minutes then the speed increased and the plane shot up and I nearly had a heart attack.
“Would you mind?” I asked the guy beside me pointing to his hand. He was pretty attractive even if I wasn’t a fan of the man bun, but his hand was big and strong looking, and I just needed something to squeeze to keep my mind off my heart that was currently thrashing against my chest.
He was all too quick to accept my offer, but I didn’t care, I slid my small hand into his and held on for dear life. The horny sex-depraved girl inside of me hoped there would be some sort of instant spark when our skin made contact like there always is in the movies. We’d go in the bathroom and spend the rest of the flight joining the mile high club. Unfortunately, I felt nothing.
“I take it you don’t fly much,” he said, but all I could manage was a curt shake of the head. “You get used to it. I was never a fan, but now I’m on a plane more than in a car. It’s really not that bad. Besides, flying is safer.”
“Yes, but at least in a car I’m on the ground and not dangling thirty-thousand feet in the air,” I said finally able to get words past the bulging lump in my throat.
He laughed and rubbed at the light brown stubble on his chin. “So where you heading to?” he asked and I had a feeling he was trying to distract me for which I was eternally grateful.
“Same as you, I assume. Michigan.”
“What’s in Michigan?”
“My best friend. She’s getting married and I’m the maid of honor.”
We leveled out and the seatbelt light blinked off. I released my grip from the poor guy’s hand and relaxed into my seat.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“A glass of white wine would be fabulous,” I said to the blonde flight attendant.
“Absolutely and you, sir?”
“I’ll have what she’s having.”
Once the flight attendant
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