"Keep going, I must know more..."

"Yes, please do."

I spin around to see Trav leaning against the seat behind us grinning. My cheeks flame and Reagan sputters her drink.

"Can we have a little word angel?"

I grin up at him and stand; I follow him down into the back room of the plane. It is tiny, but enough for two people to sit, just. He shuts the door behind him and then slams me against the wall.

"You ought to be careful talking about me like that."

"W-Why?" I whisper.

"Coz it makes me crazy hard."

He thrusts his hips against my pelvis, and I groan.

"There's no room."

"We make room."

He grips my hips and spins me around, shoving the front of my body into a small gap. My bottom is the only thing hanging out. Travis grips my dress and slowly inches it up, leaning down to kiss my backside as he does.

"You are beautiful here."

I practically purr.

He slides my panties down, kissing right down my legs. When he is free of his pants, I hear the crackling of a condom packet, then he is inside me so deep and beautiful. I grip my arms; I am so squashed in this space but nothing matters. His hand touches the top of my neck and slowly drags down my back, causing me to shiver. He thrusts his hips, not hard because he doesn't have the room, but that's ok because I don't mind it slow like this.

"Travis, I need you, need you so bad." I whimper in ecstasy.

"God baby, you..."

A knock sounds on the door.

"Trav?"

It's Marcus.

"Marcus fuck off man."

"Are you getting laid in there?" He yells out so loudly the whole plane would have undoubtedly heard.

"Dude! Fuck off!"

"Travis is getting laid in the fucking closet! Woooo!"

I flush and groan. "Oh my god."

"Baby I can't stop."

"Don't...don't stop."

He slides in and out faster as if he doesn't care if anyone can hear. I am building higher and higher; Trav reaches down to stroke my clit, slowly thumbing it until I explode around him. I shudder and cry out as my orgasm racks me. Travis isn't far behind, and he grates out my name as he pumps his seed into me over and over. When he pulls out and gets me standing straight, I am a little dizzy.

"You dizzy?"

"A little."

"Come on, it's stuffy in here."

He does up his pants and ties the condom, then helps me with my panties. When we are straightened up, we come out and everyone cheers. I feel my cheeks blazing as they all clap and pat Trav on the back. He laughs, like he always does, and helps me back to my seat. We all sit chatting for the hours that the flight takes. At one point, the boys pull out their guitars. I notice that Reagan is cozying up against Harley. I give her a wink; he is uber hot.

"What would the lovely ladies like us to sing?"

"Sweet home Alabama." I cry out, slightly under the weather from all the cocktails the air hostess has been feeding me.

"Anything for my lady."

I notice Janice glower. In your face psycho. The men begin playing, and me and Reagan sing along at the top of our lungs.

"Big wheels keep on turning..."

When the boys join in, I conclude that we all sound super wicked singing together.

"Take it away Vi." Trav sings, strumming his guitar and winking at me.

"Sweet home Alabama..." I sing, while he strums the chords.

By the time the song is over, we are all laughing.

"You should join the band!" Harley laughs. "You rock!"

"I know right?" I grin.

"My girl rocks!" Trav grins, kissing me quickly.

"Sing me something rockstar; blow my heart strings to pieces."

He winks at me, and begins strumming lightly on his guitar. When he starts singing the song he sang me on the beach that night, he really does blow my heart strings to pieces. It was beautiful then, but with the music it has the whole plane going silent and staring in awe. It takes you to another moment, another place; you forget who is around when Travis sings like that.

"Give me love like her, coz lately I've been waking up alone..."

I stare into his eyes as he sings, and it is at that exact moment I realize I am totally in love with Travis Phoenix. I have been falling hard and fast, and I couldn't be happier. His eyes and his gaze tell me he is far ahead of me and that I have trapped his heart, his soul, and I could break him as quickly as I gained him. When the song is over, everyone is silent and are staring at the eye contact Travis, and I didn't even realize we were making. The look passing between us is enough to melt most people on the spot.

Reagan clears her throat, and I spin around to stare at her, blinking to clear my gaze. It feels as though it has gone hazy, am I crying? I stand, mumbling an apology before dashing into the bathroom. Thank god it's a little larger than a normal plane. I stare at myself in the mirror, what is happening here? I am falling hard and fast for Travis, and I am still not sure if that's the right thing. Reagan knocks on the door a moment later, and I let her in.

"Are you ok?"

"Sure, I just needed a minute."

"You are in love with him aren't you?"

I stare at her and my lip trembles.

"Aw honey, you have known this for a long time, it's just hitting hard now. It will ease off."

She holds me while I sob stupidly, when I manage to stop; she helps me wipe down my face.

"We should get out of here, someone might need it."

I nod. She helps me up, and we walk out, when we get back to the seats, Trav is sitting and staring out the window. He turns to stare at me as I walk past, our eyes meet for a moment and then he turns and stares back out the window. What that tells me is that he is feeling what I am, and it scares the hell out of him too.

CHAPTER 11.

The hotel we are staying in is beautiful; we have our own adjoining rooms and in between them, situated on the balcony is a massive spa. It can hold over ten people, and it is the first thing we all vow to get in. I am in my own room, which surprises me a little. Travis is gone as soon as we get in, mumbling something about needing to do work. With a sigh, I join the others in the spa. They are already on the way to being extremely drunk, and soon I am not far behind.

When Travis arrives four hours later, we are giggling and squealing like a bunch of school kids. Reagan is on Harley's lap, and even Janice is smiling. He stops at the tub beside me and looks down into my eyes.

"I see you have intoxicated my girl."

I giggle. "They didn't make me; I did it on my own."

He smiles, but it's only half. Oh Travis.

"Come in Trav baby." I say, stroking his cheek.

Those words look like they pain him, but he removes his shirt all the same. Reagan whistles and Janice flushes. Yes, my man has the best body in this spa. Trav slides in and pulls me onto his lap. His body is hard against mine, and I relish in the feeling of him pressed up against me. I notice Janice staring at us, she frightens me a touch. She is one of those women likely to go crazy on a man she wants that much...or his girlfriend.

"Where'd you head off to Trav?" Marcus asks.

"Just work."

I feel Trav stroking my stomach, his fingers sliding up and down gently. The water is bubbled thanks to our bright idea of putting bubble bath in it. When his hand slides lower and tucks under my bikini bottoms, I tense. He wouldn't make me come right here would he? He leans in and nibbles on my ear lobe and then whispers "Don't scream."

When he inserts one finger and rubs my clit with his thumb, it takes all my strength not to scream. I grip his arm, and I can feel his muscles moving as he gently fingers me in the spa with five other people. Reagan is pashing Harley now; thank god they don't know what we are doing. Marcus begins chatting with Trav, and he responds as though he isn't finger deep inside me right now. I claw at his arms as I rise higher and higher.

"So Vi, what do you do for a living?" Marcus asks.

"What?" I stammer.

"Are you ok, you look flushed?"

"I...um...stomach ache."

"Uh oh did you drink too much?"

"Think so." I whimper.

Travis is sliding in and out, touching that soft spot and stroking it. When I come, I begin to cry out and quickly cover it with a strangled moan that sounds painful. Reagan looks over at me and her eyes narrow.

"Are you ok Vi?"

"Just a stomach ache." I groan, gripping Trav's arms as my body tightens and releases against his finger.

"You should lie down if it's that bad."

"Oh, it will go away."

When my body stops shuddering, I breathe a sigh of relief. Trav kisses my neck.

"Bed...now."

"I might go lie down." I say, pretending it still hurts.

"Ok, I hope you feel better."

"I will go with." Trav says, standing behind me. I wonder why he is pressing me so close and then I realize he is so damned hard he could crack a walnut.

"Trav, can we have a word?" Janice asks.

"Now?" He says, with a growl.

"It's important."

"Fine."

There goes that hard on. He helps me out, and then follows Janice into the kitchen. I wait in the lounge, but curiosity gets the better of me. I step around the corner, only to see Janice wrapped in Travis's arms, and he isn't fighting her. I gasp, and he lets her go, turning to face me.

"It's not..."

"Oh my god!"

I turn and hurry out, Travis calls my name, but I don't stop. I get to my room and lock the door; he bangs and bangs on it, but I don't open. Reagan comes past and knocks next, but no, I am not opening it for her either. What was he doing with Janice? I need to know, now. I go out the other door and stomp down to her room; I bang on the door. When she opens, it's with a satisfied smile.

"You are fucking with the wrong person lady, what do you want with him?"

"Travis didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what!"

"I am not fantasizing about him Violet, I have had him. I was with him for a year."