Stockton County Cowboys Box Set

Chapter 23: A Hot Mess

Chapter 23: A Hot Mess

Seats 2A and 2B

3:52 P.M.

Just then, Scott came up to us, grinning from ear to ear. He had a basket with two hot towels, and Cord took them with a nod. Scott asked, “Were you two all right up here all alone?”

Scott couldn’t stop staring at Cord’s long, wet fingers and my slick c**k. My zipper was still down and I still sported a line of white goo.

Neither of us answered him, but Scott licked his lips and said, keeping his eyes locked on my c**k, “Apparently you did have a fine time. Shame on me for missing it.”

I wanted to excuse myself and head to the lavatory, but Cord and wouldn’t budge. I was trapped in my seat, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. My nervous gaze shifted from the cowboy to the flight attendant as embarrassment settled under my skin.

Cord passed me one of the towels, saying, “Clean-up time, pal.” I immediately unfolded the towel and covered myself with it.

Scott was still standing there, and he said, “Let me know if I can help.”

“He’s taken,” Cord replied firmly, finally looking up at the eager flight attendant.

Not that the man seemed to notice. He beamed a practiced smile and replied, “Beautiful and taken. You’re a lucky man, Seat 2B. The man to your left is the sexiest thing in the air today.”

My buddy replied, “Thanks for the compliment. Now please leave us alone.”

“Of course. In fact, I’m sure the two of you would like a drink. I’ll be back in a few minutes with refreshments.”

Once he was gone, I turned to my better half and said, “I never thought we’d get caught.”

He grinned at me and teased, “I believe you wanted to get caught.”

“I didn’t. How dare you say that.”

“You like to play naughty, Bradley. Don’t try to tell me you don’t.” He wiped his hand lightly with the towel.

“Naughty and nice.”

“Whatever it takes, right?’

“I wouldn’t have any other way,” I said.

* * * *

As we were drinking Jack-and-Cokes in the blue-white clouds, the plane hit some heavy-duty turbulence. I wondered how high up we were and I closed my eyes, only to see visions of the plane plummeting and crashing in a fiery wreck. Cord sensed my fear as we jostled in our seats. He immediately set about calming me, saying, “No need to worry, Bradley. We’ll get through this together.”

It was just one of many times that the man from Stockton County would calm me throughout our united lives. I accepted it, feeling loved and strengthened—just as the plane took a huge drop.