Cocky Flyboy by Susan Horsnell

EPILOGUE

TIM

Six Months Later

Six months had passed since we had returned from Springfield following the non-trial of Lincoln due to his murder.

Brenda’s trial had been a quick one. She had pleaded guilty to second degree-murder and sentenced to fifteen years in prison. She had told reporters as she was led away that the incarceration was worth it to know Lincoln would never hurt another young girl.

Beaufort, Findlay, and Cross had also pleaded guilty to murder and sex trafficking and had given up the names of the men who had bought, and eventually murdered, other young girls. They had each received forty years. Trials were pending for those they had named.

When we had returned to the hotel, I had called Gary and explained what had happened. He felt no remorse for Jamison. Like me, he was pleased Melissa had been spared the ugliness of the trial.

With Jamison’s death, all hope of finding out how he had entered the apartment block without being seen by the FBI had been dashed. None of the other three had any idea and Alejandro believed them as they had only ever been seen entering and leaving by the front door.

I had also called Roslyn and informed her Melissa would no longer require a bodyguard. She said she would advise Emily, who would probably be in touch.

Emily had called Melissa a couple of days after we had returned to New York. Both Lisa and she had become very good friends, while Melissa and I enjoyed their company immensely.

During the return trip to New York, I had almost worried myself ill with thoughts Melissa would move out of the penthouse now she was safe.

As soon as we stepped into the apartment, I had taken her into my arms and voiced my fears. Melissa hadn’t accepted my offer to stay immediately, which had sent my blood pressure skyrocketing. Instead, she had stated what her conditions were if she were to stay. I had been left speechless…

“Although I am grateful for your generosity and your offer to remain here, I have some conditions you need to agree with.”

“I’m listening.”

Melissa raised a hand to my cheek, her touch as light as a feather. “I know we have only known each other for a short time, but I care for you a great deal, and with every moment that passes, my feelings are becoming deeper.”

I wanted to do an Irish jig on hearing her words. “I have deep feelings for you too, honey. I can’t imagine you not being here. Please accept my offer to live here.”

Her face lit up in a smile that had my heart hammering. “I’ll stay IF we can be together.”

“Together?” I was confused.

Melissa nodded, one eyebrow raised, and I felt my face heat when it took me a moment for the penny to drop. Instead of responding, I swept her into my arms and strode through to my suite, where I set her onto her feet beside the bed.

I disposed of her clothing in record time, and when she attempted to hide behind her hands, I held both arms out to the sides.

“Tim…”

“You are fucking gorgeous.” Lifting her into my arms, I set her in the center of the bed while I quickly stripped out of my clothes.

After placing a condom on the nightstand, I crawled onto the bed and hovered above Melissa.

“I want to take this slow, but I have waited so long to have you, I’m afraid this first time will be quick.”

“Tim?”

“Yes.”

“Kiss me.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I lowered my lips over hers and my tongue delved inside. With her fingers resting on each side of my face, Melissa tilted my head, and my little minx took control of the kiss. It was deep, sensuous, and I bowed to her will. For now.

My cock lay hard against her hip. If I scooted over a few inches, I would be able to slide deep inside her much-wanted pussy. But I needed more. Breaking contact with her lips, I latched onto the lobe of her ear with my teeth, which drew a squeal of surprise.

I feathered kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and further south until I had captured a nipple. The bud was taut, and I sucked hard before biting down gently. She squealed again and I soothed the probable sting with soft licking.

I was careful not to do anything to cause her pain and discomfort. I wanted the experience to be one she would remember with pleasure.

After lavishing one nipple with attention, I moved to the other before sliding along the length of her stunning body, peppering the curves that seemed to go on for miles with kisses.

On reaching the junction of her legs, I pushed them apart, curled my arms beneath both knees, and bent her legs toward her chest. Her pussy glistened with want. I lowered my head, swiping my tongue along the length of her slit. Melissa cried out; her fingers pulled at my hair, causing a not unpleasant sting to the scalp.

“More, Tim. I need more.”

I settled between her legs, licking, sucking, nipping at her swollen clit until Melissa twisted and thrashed, begging me for more.

Lowering her legs, I sat back, tore open the condom packet, and slid the latex along my length before lowering my lips back to Melissa’s mouth for a kiss. When she pushed at my shoulders, I broke the kiss, lined my cock up at her entrance, and slowly slid into her body. She was much tighter than I had expected, and the walls of her pussy gripped me tightly.

When I bottomed out, I paused, giving her time to adjust to my generous girth. She was having none of it. Gripping my ass firmly with one hand and slapping it with the cast of the other, she ‘encouraged’ me to start moving.

While I thrust back and forth, Melissa lifted her hips and matched every movement. When her inner walls gripped me tightly, and I felt the spasms of her orgasm, it was all over. I came harder than I had ever experienced before and held her tightly in my arms as we both rode the waves of euphoria.

Finally spent, I rolled over, taking her with me while staying buried deep inside. I wasn’t ready to break the connection. I knew, without a doubt, that now I’d experienced Melissa, forever with her would never be enough.

I brushed the hair from her forehead before placing a kiss on first one closed eyelid and then the other. “How do you feel?”

“Perfect. I knew it would be perfect with you, Tim. Thank you for replacing the bad experiences with good ones.”

“We are perfect together, honey, and I never doubted how special making love to you would be.”

After I disposed of the condom and cleaned Melissa up with a warm cloth, I crawled back into bed. I held her close as she drifted off to sleep, and with a contented sigh, I joined her.

****

I had the day off and planned to take the Cessna up for a short flight over New York. Melissa was joining me since it was also her day off. Two older children–Mason and Candice, whom I had taken up before and who were currently in remission from their cancers, were joining us, along with their parents. Carl, as usual, was my co-pilot.

After a slow session of lovemaking in bed and a heated make-out in the shower, we had dressed, and I drove to the airport where Carl had the aircraft ready for our departure.

There was no need for introductions; Melissa had met the kids and their parents once before. We all boarded the aircraft and I ensured everyone was strapped safely into their seats. On my way through to the cockpit to join Carl, I stopped at Melissa’s seat, bent forward, and we shared an intimate kiss.

Our take-off was smooth, and moments later, we flew low over the city. Carl spoke over the intercom, explaining what we could see below.

I unclipped my harness and stood. Carl placed a hand on my arm and wished me luck before I headed to the small galley at the rear of the plane, where a huge bunch of flowers had been placed at my request. The bouquet held all of Melissa’s favorite flowers—white roses, pink carnations, white baby’s breath, white orchids, and pink lilies.

With the bouquet in hand, I made my way back to where Melissa sat, totally oblivious to my plan. I stood before her and watched her gorgeous eyes widen when I dropped to one knee. Her hands flew to her face and tears filled her eyes.

“Melissa Hansen, you barrelled into my life and turned it inside out and upside down. In my heart, I knew there would never be anyone else for me. My days of being a cocky flyboy, sleeping with a bevy of beautiful women, came to a screeching halt. In no time at all, I fell in love with everything about you. I have never known anyone so brave, considerate, and caring. You have stolen my heart, and I don’t want it back.” Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the small box which held my mother’s engagement ring. The blood-red ruby, flanked with three diamonds on each side, was fixed to a slim gold band. It sparkled in the artificial lights of the cabin.

“Melissa, will you please consent to be my wife. My lover. My partner. For the rest of our lives?”

I held my breath, waiting for Melissa’s answer. Tears streamed over her cheeks. Time seemed to stand still before she flicked off her seatbelt and threw herself at me. I ended up on my backside with her on my lap as she shouted, YES!

The cabin erupted, our guests clapping and shouting out their congratulations. I slipped the ring on Melissa’s finger and handed her the bouquet of flowers, which had survived their fall to the floor. I pulled her close and devoured her lips with mine.

“I love you, Honey.”

“I love you, too, my Cocky Flyboy.”

THE END