The Mile High Club
Preface
Secret: I am a member of the Mile High Club.
"Bella, you shouldn't be here," Alice said worriedly, rubbing my shoulder.
"What do you mean?" My voice was dull, and I didn't bother to look at her, focusing instead on opening the aluminum tabs on a row of Coke cans. "I'm scheduled to work today. I'm here."
"I know, but," she bit her lip "everyone would understand if you took a few days off."
I gave a short laugh. "Yeah, I bet the higher-ups of Volturi Airways would be really understanding if I stayed home and watched Gossip Girl and FRIENDS re-runs and gorged on icecream because I just got dumped by my boyfriend, who happens to be the captain of this airplane. Right."
She looked at me shrewdly for a second before whipping out her cell phone.
"What're you –"
"Rose, I need you to come cover for Bella. Uh-huh. I agree. I'll call Jasper and have him cover for you. Thanks, see you in five."
"Alice," I shot her an aggrieved – albeit grateful – look; I couldn't have found a better friend. She was crazy, though. "You can't just –"
"Hey Jazzy," her voice shot up girlishly as she dialed again. "Will you do me a favor? I need you to cover for Rose, who's gonna cover for Bella." She actually shifted her body into a flirtier posture, as if Jasper could see it over the phone. I looked on, incredulous, shaking my head furiously at her. "Yes, I know it's your day off. I'll make it worth your while," she promised, and I moved away a few feet, alerted by her tone that I didn't want to listen too closely to their bargaining terms.
Whatever she said, he was stationed at Rose's boarding pass-collection counter within minutes.
"Alice, you are too sweet," I mumbled. "I don't you bargaining sex for me!"
She waved away my concerns with a hand. "Listen, the flight doesn't board for another fifteen minutes – I happen to know, courtesy of Rosalie, that this flight isn't fully booked. Hide out in the back for a while so that bitch Jessica doesn't get on your case, and then get yourself a nice empty seat in first-class. You know she only serves in the back, so she won't bother you in the front."
I threw my arms around her neck. Thank you, little genius.
Two hours later…
"More champagne, sir?"
"Yes, and some more for the lady, too, I think."
I giggled as I looked over at my handsome aisle buddy. We had first class all to ourselves, and I had really lucked out. Charming, intellectual, and hot as an Arizona summer, Mr. McFly and I really hit it off. We'd spent half the flight chatting it up, and it had really taken my mind off Mike.
Actually, it had really taken my mind off everything.
Rosalie gave me the mother of disapproving looks as she poured me a fourth glass of bubbly. She couldn't deprive me, although I could tell she thought I'd had enough; if she made a scene, it would raise my first-class friend's suspicions, and we could all get fired.
As far as he was concerned, I was a passenger, too. Before I had gone to hide in the back while the plane loaded, Alice had taken my stewardess' pin, scarf, and nametag. All I had to do was throw a sweater over my button-down, and I looked like a casual traveler.
I liked that I could hold a conversation with Mystery Hottie without any nosiness on his part. We didn't exchange personal information, not even names, and this made me bold.
"Lissen," I was slurring slightly as my glass drained down. "I have an idea. Actually, never mind."
He looked at me seriously with too-bright green eyes. They were so pretty, they hurt to look at. The intensity of his gaze was actually making me dizzy. Or it could have been the alcohol.
"Tell me," he insisted.
"You probably wouldn't want to…but I was thinking if you did, we could…" I jerked my head toward the first-class bathroom, hoping that my suggestive tone would help him fill in the rest.
His eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
"See," I mumbled. "I knew you wouldn't want to. That's why –"
"No, that isn't it," he interrupted, running his hands distractedly through his messy bronze hair. "I've just never had anyone suggest…anyway. I'm game if you are."
I grabbed the front of his tie and pulled, giggling when he stayed trapped in his seat by the seatbelt, worn low and tight across his lap like it should be. I leaned down to snap the buckle open, and led him to the bathroom, pulling us inside and shutting the door.
"Ever done this before?" I whispered, loosening his tie as I leaned back against the wall.
"Not on a plane," he said, his voice a cross between amusement and incredulity.
"Me either," I admitted.
"What happens if we get caught?" he asked, not sounding alarmed, but merely curious.
"I dunno. Get a certificate as members of the Mile High Club?" I speculated.
We stopped moving for a moment and listened to each other breathe. And then, he kissed me.
I blinked as he pulled back, and kissed me again. I responded, throwing myself into the kiss. I was the first one to slip my tongue inside his mouth, reaching for something. I wanted this. I had initiated it. It was one way to get over Mike – that had been my original thought. But now, I only thought of McFly and how absolutely delicious he was. I wanted him, for no other reason than his existence.
My fingers reached for the collar of his shirt, pulling the buttons undone one by one before I flattened my palm against the hard muscles of his chest and abs.
"Damn," I muttered.
"Thanks," he chuckled.
I let my hands snake down to the waistband of his khakis, swiftly undoing his belt while he ran his hands through my hair and moved it to one side so he could place a series of kisses along my neck. With his pants down around his ankles, I knelt and took him into my mouth, surprised by how much of him there was.
I pulled my lips back with a 'pop' to say, "Damn," again, and he groaned, gripping my hair with gentle urgency. I gave the tip one quick swirl with my tongue before ducking down to the base, licking back up again. I increased my intensity with the fluctuations of the plane, the vibrations from the engine helping me get into a steady rhythm. His strong hands clutched my shoulders as he came close to his release, the necessity of our silence overwhelming.
"Almost there," he warned me in a low, ragged voice. I didn't pull away; the cramped space meant that moving out of the way was virtually impossible, and any mess would be hell to clean up.
McFly hissed as he hit his release, shuddering as I licked base to tip one last time, with a little extra suction for good measure.
"That was amazing," he growled, lifting me up by my waist and setting me up on the sink. Thank God for industrial block airplane sinks – it took up half the bathroom, so I had no worries about falling off.
His hands moved swiftly up my skirt while I leaned back, trying to find a comfortable position against the fingerprint-smeared mirror. Pencil skirts, I reflected, particularly those of the airline uniform variety, were never really made for activities of this nature.
I hopped down to assist him by unzipping it, eliciting a soft groan. His hands slid up my sides under my shirt, slipping beneath my bra to cup my breasts with his warm hands, rolling a nipple between his fingers, and then the other one.
Our time was limited, so the girls were deprived of lip service, but I wasn't disappointed as he lifted me back onto the counter, parting my thighs to move his head between them.
His tongue flicked out and moved along my opening, and I had to stifle my moan, thrusting my fingers into his hair. He circled the bundle of nerves at my center with long, languid strokes, driving me crazy by slipping two fingers inside of me and curling them against my G-spot. He knew what he was doing – he knew when I was close and slowed down each time, teasing me.
"Tell me your name," he whispered.
I wanted to resist, but I knew he wouldn't give if I held back.
"Unghh! Bella," I moaned, quiet and desperate.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Bella." He pressed his thumb down hard and curled his fingers inward and I grabbed his head in my hands as I shook, falling apart as the plane hit a spot of turbulence. Amen!
I fell on top of McFly as the worst possible thing happened: my ex's voice came floating over the loudspeaker.
"This is your captain speaking; we will be experiencing some bumpiness momentarily – please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."
Someone banged on the door, and I clutched McFly's arm.
"Shit. Maybe if we just stay silent…"
"Excuse me," Jessica's obnoxious voice penetrated the plastic barrier of the door, accompanied by a series of raps. "Sir? Or ma'am? You need to return to your seat as soon as possible."
We frantically set about pulling on our pants and skirt, respectively. McFly pointed to himself, raising a single eyebrow in such a sexy fashion that I wanted to jump him again. Instead, I nodded, yes, you go first. I'll just hide out here and pretend that I'm not a hooky-playing stewardess.
With a quick smile, he slipped out, and the door banged shut as I heard Jessica reprimand him, "Sir, please return to your seat."
I almost smiled, except for the fact that Jessica was still at the front of the plane, which meant that I was stuck in this stupid bathroom for possibly the duration of the flight.
I didn't have long to wait, though. As soon as McFly assured her that he would, in fact, obey the fasten seatbelt sign, Jessica flung open the door to the bathroom and tried to bustle inside, except for the fact that I was currently occupying it.
Her eyes grew wide as saucers. "Bella?"
Busted.