Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
He fucking had to. Otherwise, he was as blind as my boy.
“Terra, stay. Sit.” Ty summoned his girl as Walker and I headed for the car.
“Don’t get killed by a snake!” I called before I got in next to Lane.
Ty chuckled.
Oh, thank fuck, air conditioning. Bless Walker for keeping the car running.
Even though I was looking forward to going home and creating a new everyday routine with Walker, a bit of melancholy struck as Walker drove us away from Ty’s street. This week had literally changed my life, and I was leaving with a new future ahead of me. With a new sense of purpose and direction. Plus, I loved the heat. The perfect water and the vacation mode.
Fingers crossed we could come back one day.
I rested my arm on Lane’s luggage and opened my hand.
Lane averted his gaze out the window but slipped his hand into mine.
“You want more with him,” I stated.
“Doesn’t matter,” he replied quietly.
I suppressed a sigh and met Walker’s gaze in the rearview.
I broke the news about our travel change when Lane realized we weren’t heading north, but toward Miami. He was stunned to hear we’d be flying private, and I should’ve expected his immediate relief at not having to bother with a bunch of people in a crowded airport. The executive airport we were heading to was a whole other journey, Walker told us. And soon, we got to experience it for ourselves.
I wasn’t gonna lie—I felt damn special and important when we were ushered straight through a lounge-type airport to the private plane with Westwater Hotels’ logo on it.
“Holy shit,” Lane blurted out. “A guy can get used to this.”
Right?
Jesus Christ. The moment we boarded the plane, it was like stepping into a magazine article about how Hollywood stars traveled. A flight attendant greeted us with a kind smile and gestured for us to enter the passenger cabin where more luxury awaited.
Six cushy chairs in tan leather and an actual bar took up the first part. Farther back was a smaller section, and Walker kissed my temple and said he’d sit there.
I looked at him curiously.
“If I can get some work out of the way, I don’t have to worry about anything other than filling my stomach with your food tonight,” he explained.
I grinned, already picturing him getting comfy on my couch. Maybe we could watch a movie.
“You get comfortable, boys,” he told us next. “I took the liberty of ordering food too, so that should be here soon.”
“Thank you, Master. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” I replied.
“Will do.” He flashed us a smile before he trailed into the back of the plane, stopping briefly on the way to pour himself a drink.
In the meantime, Lane and I sat down across from each other, both of us inspecting the interior. I’d never experienced such luxury before.
“Do I wanna know the price tag of one trip on a private plane?” Lane asked.
“I sure as hell don’t,” I laughed. “They have to bring the plane home anyway, though. Seems stupid to fly it without passengers.”
As promised, food arrived before the door was closed, and it was kept warm while we taxied out and got up in the air.
“I remember when I went to Vegas with a few friends last year,” Lane said, peering out the window. “There was a constant trail of planes like this one coming in for landing.”
I remembered that too. Vegas was a town always circled by helicopters and private jets.
Once we’d reached the right altitude, the flight attendant was back, and she flipped up a table between us. Burgers, fries, and shakes came straight from a nearby restaurant, and I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I threw a fry into my mouth.
Yeah, I could definitely get used to this.
When I had my first lunch date with Walker the other day, he’d told me he would go up to Boston about once a month, just for a one-night stay—and I couldn’t help but wonder…would he be flying private? Obviously not every time but maybe occasionally? In which case, I would find a way to get off work and accompany him.
I knew Walker was a fan of taking the train, otherwise.
I wouldn’t mind going with him then too. I loved Boston. I loved short getaways. I loved the prospect of being with my Master.
It was something I wanted for Lane too.
I chewed around a mouthful of cheesy, bacony burger and eyed Lane.
He was in higher spirits than before, but he carried a weight on his shoulders that hadn’t been there on our way south.
“Talk to me, sweetheart,” I urged. “No bullshit, please. Tell me why you’re holding back with Ty.”
He made a face and took another bite of his burger. Knowing him, he was going to stall for as long as possible.