Last Flight, page 10
‘Ugh. I need you.’ He kept kissing her and she obliged, but she was invested in the film and kept an eye on it. ‘You know. This would be a lot sexier if you didn’t keep glancing at the TV.’ She laughed at him, he was eager. He had pushed up her shirt to reveal her stomach. ‘I never thought a Disney film would get picked over me.’
‘I’ve never seen this film. I’ve had you plenty.’ She smirked. ‘I’ve already lost count. Let me watch.’
‘But you can watch this anytime. Come on, Robbie’s asleep.’ His hand went to her waist and dipped beneath her waistband. ‘I’m desperate for you.’
‘I can tell.’ He kissed her more. They heard some loud horns outside, but it didn’t divide their attention for long. She had paused the film and was finally getting into it. He was down to his boxers. She noticed his shoulder had healed well. ‘Your shoulder looks good.’ She mumbled into him.
‘Not my priority right now.’ He pulled back. ‘Part of me feels like you’re not as into this as me. Something on your mind?’ He said, moving to kiss her neck, his hands going lower until he reached the spot.
‘I just really want to watch that film.’ She giggled.
‘We can watch afterwards. Why don’t you enjoy yourself?’ She gasped, making him smirk. ‘Let me take care of you.’
‘I guess that’s an offer I can’t refuse.’ She smiled, kissing him back.
‘Mm, Emilia.’ He whispered, flipping them so she was on top. ‘You’re wearing far too much.’
Knock, knock.
‘I swear to God, if that’s Sean, I’m going to knock the wanker out so hard.’ He spat.
‘Who could it be at this time?’ She asked, pushing her shirt back down.
‘Just ignore it. It’s a Sunday night. It’s very rude in England to disturb someone on a Sunday night, especially when they’re just about to get lucky.’ He said, pulling her down. ‘It can’t be that important, not as important as getting you to scream my name.’ He kissed her.
Knock, knock. Even louder.
‘Who on earth is it?’ She climbed off him, brushing herself down and pulling on her pants. Why did English doors not have peepholes? She opened it.
‘Emilia! You’re here!’ A tall, dark haired man with blue eyes smiled brightly at her. He looked worn with a bag thrown over his shoulder. His hair was ruffled, he had nags under his eyes, his stubble was thicker than usual.
‘Love, who is it?’ He called.
‘Owen.’ She whispered.
‘That must be Logan.’ He smiled.
‘How? What? What are you doing here?’ She was utterly gob smacked. She had no idea how he had found her. He was standing on her doorway holding his ribs. She looked him up and down and saw his jeans were ripped and bleeding. He had an old black eye and cuts on his hand.
‘What happened to you?’ She went immediately to his side and helped him in. They both saw Logan sitting on the couch with a blanket on his waist. Pants and belt on the floor, shirt over the couch, hair messed up. Owen knew very well what he had disturbed. Logan looked shocked at the new man in his house. Who was it? How did Emilia know someone he didn’t? Was it Daniel? Not how Emilia had described him.
‘Oh, I didn’t mean to intrude. If I had known you were busy.’ He teased.
‘Babe, go and put some clothes on.’ She said. Logan picked his shirt from the couch and put it on, then grabbed his pants off the floor and pulled them on. ‘Or just do it right there.’ He said nothing. Owen went to speak, but Emilia didn’t give him a chance. ‘Shut up. What the hell happened to you?’ She laughed but was concerned as well. She walked him to the couch.
‘You really expect me to sit there?’ He joked. She forced him down.
‘Ouch!’
‘You’re such a baby.’
‘Speaking of babies. I heard you had one.’
Not Daniel then. Logan was still sitting like a lemon on the opposite side of the couch. He hadn’t said a word. He was handsome, this stranger. An ex? Surely not.
‘Yes, I did.’
‘Who’s the father? I know it’s not this guy.’
Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Was that an insult to him? His features turned sour. Was he not good enough for this guy?’
‘Take a guess.’
‘No, Emilia. Not him. Why? How? Jesus, Em.’ Owen looked annoyed. Did he know Daniel?
‘It was a mistake.’
‘You’re good at those.’ He chuckled, then hissed when his ribs hurt.
‘Serves you right.’ She hadn’t look at Logan once. ‘Babe, go and get some warm water and a clean cloth with you? Some of them dressings too.’ He frowned and walked off.
‘He seems… pleasant. A bit on the prickly side.’ Teased Owen. Emilia took his jacket off which was torn to shreds and placed it over the couch.
‘He’s usually nicer than that. I’m not sure what’s gotten into him.’ She looked confused. Owen was right. He was acting odd.
‘I know exactly what’s wrong with him.’ He laughed.
‘You do?’
‘Well, by the way he’s dressed, he was clearly about to get laid. Not only did he get interrupted, but his girlfriend brings in a strange, handsome man. Not my finest entrance. Albeit, not my worst.’ He winced again.
‘I didn’t think about that.’ She giggled. ‘He isn’t usually the jealous type.’
‘Any man would be jealous after what you just did.’
Logan arrived back with the water and cloth. Maybe a bit hotter than necessary. Not too hot to hurt, but a subconscious warning. He stood by the coffee table, watching Owen suspiciously. Emilia introduced them both to each other and they nodded.
‘You can either take your pants off or I can cut your jeans. Your choice.’ Was she flirting with this guy? His mood went worse.
‘Well, you’ve practiced one tonight. Cut them.’
‘What happened anyway?’
‘I got hit by a car. Driver didn’t look where they were going, knocked me right off my bike.’ Oh, of course he rode a motorcycle. It wasn’t Daniel, but he certainly hadn’t been mentioned to Logan.
‘Oh God, are you okay?’ Did you get the plate or anything?’
‘No, the bastard sped off too quickly. I’m not too bad, just a little bruised.’ She bathed his knee and cleaned all the dirt out.
‘Right, Owen. Shirt off.’ Emilia looked at Owen, Owen looked at Logan, Logan looked at Emilia. Owen could see the shock on his face and smiled internally. He always loved wiping the smiles from her boyfriends’ faces. Particularly Daniel. That Bruce guy too. Logan seemed decent enough, but he still enjoyed it.
Owen pulled his shirt off. He was tanned and toned. Clearly, he worked out a lot. He just had bruising, no cuts.
‘Looks good to me.’ Smiled Emilia. ‘Go and chuck his shirt in the wash.’
‘It’s practically ruined.’ Said Logan.
‘He speaks!’ said Owen.
‘Leave him alone. Logan, just go and put it in the washer for tomorrow.’ He nodded and sulked off to the washing machine.
‘Where did you find that one? The ocean? He’s salty enough.’
‘On the flight. To here. He took me in, sort of.’
‘Doesn’t seem the kind to like strangers.’
‘Well, maybe I was a rare exception. Plus, he’s great with Robbie.’
‘Ah, so that’s his name. Good name. After our Robert I take it?’ She nodded.
‘Don’t wind Logan up. He gets enough of it from everyone else, he doesn’t need a total stranger to do it as well. Not at home.’
Logan returned from the kitchen and sat on the couch with a beer.
‘What happened to your shoulder?’ Asked Owen.
‘Rusty nail.’ He said quietly. Owen knew it wouldn’t be as bad as a motorbike crash. Was this guy trying to one up him in front of Emilia?
‘Sounds painful.’
‘Hardly. I was just helping a friend with a couch. Got caught.’ He took a swig from his bottle and turned on the TV.
‘Tangled? You don’t watch Disney, Em.’
‘Logan suggested it. For Robbie.’ What was this guy’s problem? Now he was criticizing his film choice.
‘Sweet.’
‘Logan, turn it down.’
He did, he switched over to a channel. Pirate of the Caribbean was on, he sat back and watched.
‘You should shower.’ Said Emilia. ‘It will make you feel better. Logan, will you find a towel and some clothes? You’re similar in size.’
‘What sort of clothes?’
‘Just a t-shirt and pajama bottoms will do.’
‘I had them in my bike, but that’s down the road. I’ll fetch them in the morning.’
‘Oh, and sort the guest bedroom out, will you, babe?’ She was checking Owen out for any other lumps or bruises.
‘Does sir require breakfast in bed too?’ He said under his breath.
‘What?’ Asked Emilia.
‘Nothing.’ He walked off.
Owen gave Emilia a look and raised his eyebrows.
‘Shut up.’
Owen had showered and was now in Logan’s fresh clothes. Emilia had dressed his knee and Logan was still sorting out the guest bedroom. Taking more time than he needed. He did have to tidy up some of the kids toys from the night before.
‘So, are you going to give me some answers?’ Asked Emilia.
‘What do you want to know?’ Asked Owen.
‘Where did you get your black eye and bruised knuckles from?
‘I saw Daniel in a bar in New Jersey. I was a bit drunk and started a fight. I had no idea you had a kid with him though. I heard him gloating to some men about some chick he had ditched for jail and how she still came running back to him. So, I have him what he deserved.’
Emilia was shocked. Owen wasn’t the fighting sort.
‘Anyway, that’s all that is. I got kicked out then.’
‘Okay, so why are you in England?’
‘I wanted to find you. I went to your magazine and found your boss. After some persuasion that I wasn’t Daniel because he knows your history. He told me your address. I read your columns that night and on the flight. Said you were living with some really nice guy and were dating. His family seemed nice and you sounded so happy. I thought I’d come and check up on you. Make sure this Logan is a good chap. I must say, he isn’t exactly impressing so far.’
‘He’s just tired. He’ll be better in the morning. Wait till you see him with Robbie, they’re so sweet.’ She lit up as she talked about him.
‘You really do like him.’
‘Yeah, I mean. Of course, I do. What’s not to like?’
‘I’m glad you found someone. After all this time.’
‘We haven’t been together long. I’m still expecting him to do a Daniel.’ She sighed.
‘Em, this guy isn’t him. Don’t let Daniel get in your way of what could be really good with this guy.’
‘I thought you didn’t like him.’
‘I didn’t say that. I said he’s prickly.’ He smiled.
Roger came over and sat by Emilia.
‘He’s handsome.’
‘This is Roger. After Federer.’
Logan walked over and sat on the couch arm by Emilia. He now had a shirt on and some pajama pants himself.
‘You okay, babe?’ She asked, resting her hand on his thigh.
‘Just tired out.’
‘Maybe you should go to bed?’ She suggested, her hand rubbing up and down his leg. ‘We’ve had a busy few days.’
‘Aye, you’re right. I’ll see you later, love. Unless you need something else?’ She shook her head and he kissed her temple. ‘Goodnight, my love.’
‘Goodnight, handsome.’ She smiled.
‘Night, mate.’ He said to Owen.
‘Sleep well, Logan.’
Emilia and Owen chatted for ages. At one in the morning, they finally decided it was time to go to sleep. Owen limped to his room, whilst Emilia tidied up the front room before bed and let Roger out for a wee. She quietly checked on Robbie, he was fast asleep. Then she opened the door to Logan and her room. He was asleep or pretending to be. He was facing outward on his side of the bed, wrapped in the covers. She climbed in next to him. He didn’t move, but he was too tense to be asleep.
‘I know you’re awake.’ She whispered. He didn’t say anything. He was sulking. ‘Logan, what’s wrong?’ Her hands snuck beneath the waistband of his pants.
‘I’m not in the mood, Em. Not now.’
‘You’re not jealous, are you?’ She smirked, happy he couldn’t see. He didn’t say anything. There’s no need to be. He’s just a friend.’
‘A friend with dark hair, stubble, and blue eyes. Doesn’t sound familiar at all.’ He hand was now at his stomach. He too was nice and toned, but more due to the nature of his life, rather than going to the gym.
‘Owen is different. We met when we were really young. We were in a home together, a guy called Robert took us in. Hence, Robbie. They were the best years of my life, until now. Anyway, we got separated but life always had a funny way of bringing us back together. At one point, we were living on the streets together. He’s like a brother to me. Nothing more. We lost contact again when I went back to Daniel. I knew he would never forgive me if I told him.’
‘I’m sorry. I should never have been so rude. He just seemed cocky and trying to get one over on me.’ She rubbed circles on his stomach and then went to tickle his ribs. He jerked. ‘Em, don’t.’ But she knew he was smiling. She did it again. ‘Lass, I’m warning you.’ She felt in a silly mood. She pulled him over and got both sides of him. He started laughing. ‘Please. Stop. Emilia, Em! Stop. Stop it hurts.’ He was writhing next to her.
‘Not until you’re happy.’
‘I am happy.’ She was not convinced. She started again. ‘Love, please. I can’t take it. I’m too ticklish.’ He was smiling at her and moved closer and she got him. ‘Em, enough.’ He was still chuckling when she stopped.
‘That’s the Logan I want.’ His breathing was heavy next to her. She felt his lips against hers. His arms came around her and he tickled her ribs back. ‘Hey, no fair.’ She was the one squirming now. ‘Babe, stop it! I don’t like being tickled.’
‘Neither do I.’
‘You were being grumpy and jealous. Not my fault.’ He stopped tickling her and went back to kissing her.
‘You promise Owen is just a friend?’
‘I promise.’
His kisses went back to being tender and soft. He placed little ones on her jaw and her collar. His hands went up her shirt, him soon pulling it off. She returned the favor.
‘Shall we finish what was rudely interrupted?’ She asked. His eyebrow darted up.
‘What about Owen?’
‘He’s not going to stop me appreciating my boyfriend.’ She switched them over, so she was on top of him. ‘Anyway, enough about him. It’s you I want to focus on. Where were we?’ She smirked.
Logan woke up with Emilia in his arms. They were both pleasantly naked. She was exhausted from an exciting night. He smirked to himself when she saw she was nowhere near to be waking up. She was cuddled into his side, with her arms wrapped around him. She was breathing lightly; the morning sun was warm and hitting her perfectly. The covers were just below her waist, giving him a pleasurable sight. He was lucky. He knew that.
However, he also knew that he had to apologize to Owen. He was tired and sexually frustrated last night; his behavior was uncalled for. He looked at the baby monitor. All was silent. He checked her phone for the time. 8am. 3 new messages. One from Anthony, one from Adrian, and one from Sean.
Why were his friends texting her? He didn’t open them, but he was certainly curious.
She stirred. ‘What time is it?’
‘Eight, beautiful. Go back to sleep.’ He kissed her forehead.
‘Why are you awake?’ She sighed. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing. Just appreciating the view.’ His fingers danced lightly along her side until he reached the curve of her ass. He pulled her closer, taking in the scent of her hair.
‘I need to get up. I’m falling behind on work.’
‘Have a lie in. With me.’
‘You and I both know that’s not what you’re suggesting.’ He waggled his eyebrows. ‘No. Not this morning. I really have to work.’
She picked up her phone and turned onto her side, he spooned her, making sure she knew just how much he wanted her on that pleasant morning.
She ignored him, reading her messages. Adrian had sent her a video of James receiving a signed poster from Federer. He was ecstatic.
‘That’s so adorable.’
She then checked Sean’s message.
Hey, Em. There’s a mixed seven aside football match next weekend. We need two girls in the team. You up for it? Ade says you’re good. Sean.
‘I haven’t been asked.’ Moaned Logan. ‘How is that fair?’
‘I don’t know. It sounds fun though.’ She replied with a yes, and mentioned Logan was upset.
Anthony: Em, really need to know by the end of tomorrow. Hope you take it.
‘Is that about the job?’
‘Yeah, I need to have a good think. Let me up.’ She got out of bed and he lay back.
‘Yum.’ She threw a teddy at him the threw on his black dressing gown.
‘I’m having a shower.’ She raised her eyebrows with a suggestive look and left the room. He was up in a flash, but he had no dressing gown. She had taken his. It was pink and fluffy or naked. What would be more embarrassing if Owen caught him. Naked. Definitely naked. He threw on hers and ran to the bathroom. He locked the door and hung her dressing down on the door. She was already in the shower. He hopped in with her and she laughed.
‘Pink suits you.’ She laughed
He pushed her against the wall, finally getting what he wanted all morning.
They finished in the shower, Emilia drying off first and took his gown again. She left the bathroom and went to their bedroom, locking the door.
‘Emilia! Let me in!’ He banged loudly.
‘Wow. Color suits you.’ Came an amused voice. Owen. Wanker.
‘I’m confident enough in my sexuality to wear pink.’
