and other fast foods. Inside was a story on Laila Ali.
One day, I’mma be on a cover of a magazine like this. Watch—
An abrupt, loud smack into the floor had my head shooting to the side. It was a plastic gun. When I chanced a glance upward, I was popped in the head with a ball. By the time the second one was on its way, I was able to duck. Thinking quickly, I grabbed the gun thrown near my foot and began to bust off. I didn’t catch Ashton right away. He ducked behind one of the groups of chairs, giving me time to run for cover and get a better angle.
That cost me a shot in the ass and another on the foot. Once settled, I stayed put until I heard Ashton move. It was awesome. I popped off on his big ass. How could you be over six feet tall and expect to dodge bullets on a plane? He missed a step and fell into the aisle, where I was able to walk up on his lengthy body to unload on him.
He laughed as I stood over him. “How’re you gonna try me and your pow-pow game is weak?”
“Better my pow-pow game than my pull out.” His eyes narrowed.
I aimed the gun between his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean by that, but it sounds slick for a loser. I’m sure your pride is dying as we speak.”
“Sacrificing my pride to see you finally spirited is worth the pursuit.”
I moved the tip of the gun closer to his face. “You tryna say you didn’t lose fair and square?”
“I’ll never lose to you, tomboy.” His smile melted my insides away. “To anything.”
The flight attendant coming from the back of the plane had me standing at attention and pulling the gun behind my back. She smiled, as she’d been doing since the parking lot.
But Ashton laughed. At me. He stood, cracking the hell up. I hated the way I melted into him when his long arm wrapped around my shoulder and he stood behind me. He took the gun from me, replacing it with his hard frame.
“The hell’re you acting scary for?” He kissed my neck, and I melted some more.
The flight attendant giggled coolly. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t need anything.”
“Do you need something, Nabby-girl? Anything to get you out of your middle-weight champion ‘I wanna kick ass’ mood?”
I rolled my eyes then shook my head. “No.”
“Okay. I’ll be around if you do.” She took off toward the front of the plane.
My body was swung around and his hands were palmed on my ass. “An orgasm.” Ashton kissed me. “Let me make you come. It’ll make you feel better.”
A sharp breath vacuumed into my nostrils. “Ashton!”
“What?” His nose grazed my neck and ear, and my oasis squeezed in need. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the mile high club.”
“Doing it on a plane?” I whispered, eyes rolling behind my lids.
Why was he doing this to me?
“Nah.” He scraped my earlobe. “Not just fucking, Nabby-girl: coming, and hard.”
My eyes shot open.
No!
There was no way I would do that here.
“In front of that lady? Hell no!” I whispered again.
Ashton snorted in my ear as he pulled my hand over to his crotch. He was so thick. So hard. “There’s a bed in the back.” My head lifted to see him. “With a door.”
“Ashton…”
“Don’t say no. I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”
I watched him at the foot of the bed, checking himself out. Ashton was beautiful and that worried me. Would I ever be able to want another person the way I did him? Every inch of him looked good and turned me on. He’d just taken all his clothes off, which was great because I’d been naked. He brushed both his muscular arms, closely observed his hairy and cut thighs and legs, and stroked his thick dick a couple of times. I had no idea why. Ashton was so damn hard, it scared me. By the way he inspected his own body right in front of me, it was clear he was confident as hell.
His eyes raised to meet mine. “You’re shivering. Are you cold?”
I whipped my head side to side. Cold? No. Nervous? Hell yeah!
Ashton crawled up the bed, his tongue tracing from my toe to my left nipple. I shivered, eyes squeezing close.