Bruise Me Twice (Twice #3)

Chapter 8

                                                                                        Brooklyn

"Come on" He said after giving the bags to a person to load them in.

I went up to him as he climbed up the small staircase and slid open the door. I followed him, giving our surroundings one last look. A small distance away, another jet was basking in the afternoon sunlight.

"Brooke" He called as I went inside and he locked the door shut.

"You have two jets" I asked shocked

"Oh no, that's my parents', this one is my one" He said as if it was something small

"Anyway, you want something to eat?" He asked

"I'm fine, I'm stuffed" I said, not forgetting the huge breakfast we had on the way here

We sat down on a leather couch with a table in front of us and another couch and turns into a bed

"Drink?" He asked pouring out a glass of whiskey

I had a fear of planes, if I drink something I might as well throw up but I took the glass from his hand thinking it would take my mind off of it.

"You have a fear of planes?" He guessed as if it was written on my forehead

It wasn't that bad with him there, I didn't even know we were in the air unless I open the window to the soft looking white clouds.

"Yeah, but it's not that bad actually" I said

"Because of me love" He said playfully, earning a swat from me

"Anyway where are we going?" I asked

"I'm not telling" He said with a smug expression on his face

"Hawaii" I guessed because of the bikinis. He shook his head

"Bora Bora?" He shook his head again

"Bahamas?"

"Maldives?" I asked once more as he shook his head, I wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face

As childish and immature, I came up with the best way to get him to crack. I gave a mischievous smile and shifted from my seat to his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, nipping the skin under his earlobe making him pull me closer.

I slipped off the two buttons on his black jacket leaving him in his black shirt. I removed the buttons on his shirt, letting it fall to the ground.

"My turn" I whispered into his ear

Surprised by own action, I slid the zipper on his pants. I could tell he was surprised as well.

"Good girl" He groaned, nipping the skin under my collarbone. Just when he was about to slide my top off I smirked and got off of him, leaving him confused

"I win" I said, the smug look on my face this time. Just then he got up, his hands around my waist

"Advice" He whispered

"Hmm" I said, taking in a deep breath

"Don't ever try that, ever" He said smashing his lips on mine

"These walls are sound proof right?" I asked as he lifted me up

"Definitely"

His hands trailed up my shirt, easily pulling it off. His hands explored around my body as if it was the first, his hands now moving to the rim of my jean shorts as if asking for permission. I didn't know how but we moved onto the couch with my back on his lap. Without hesitation, I nod my head.