Mile High (Windy City Series Book 1)

Zee (Daddy) Zanders: I grabbed your bag, and I’m parked around the corner. 

Me: I told you that you don’t have to wait for me. Indy can drive me home.

Zee (Daddy) Zanders: I’m the sexy one in the Benz. See you when you’re done.

“Ready to go?” Indy grabs her flight bag as I follow her down the aisle of the empty airplane. We give the pilots a wave goodbye before descending the stairs and taking off towards the parking lot at O’Hare International airport in Chicago.

“Actually, I figured out a ride. But thank you. I’m sure Alex is stoked that you’re coming home early.”

“I can’t wait to see him.” Indy’s eyes sparkle with mischief.

“I shouldn’t expect to hear from you until our next road trip, huh?”

“Exactly.” She shoots me a knowing wink as we walk to her car. “This is me. You’re sure you’re good?”

“Yep. My ride will be here in a minute,” I lie.

I offer Indy a wave as she drives out of the parking lot before I sneak around the corner to the empty players’ lot where a blacked-out Mercedes G-Wagon is parked. Zanders leans against the driver’s side door, hands in his suit pant pockets, and one ankle casually crossed over the other.

“You following me?” the defenseman asks from across the lot.

“Yes. You didn’t have to wait for me to finish cleaning up. All your teammates left over an hour ago.”

“I’m either going to be waiting for you here or at home, so may as well give you a ride while I’m at it.” Zanders snakes his arm around my waist, his palm finding my ass as he pulls me into his chest. “Besides, your ass was tempting me that entire flight in this tight little skirt, and I didn’t want to give you the chance to take it off before I got to see you.” He gives me a smack and a squeeze as he bends down and presses his lips to mine.

Leading me around the hood of his car, he opens the passenger side door, ushering me inside.

“Well, thank you. Ryan was excited to pick me up because we’re both finally off this weekend, but since our flight got moved up, he’s still in the fourth quarter of his game.”

Zanders buckles his seat belt and starts the engine before his palm engulfs my thigh, holding me while he drives. “Even more reason for me to take you home. It’s my only time with you all weekend. Just going to be Rosie girl and me.”

He gives me his saddest, most guilt-trip-filled eyes, and I can’t help but laugh. “I was with you all week. You snuck me in and out of your hotel room in every city.”

“And?”

“And you can go forty-eight hours without me.”

Zanders scoffs as if that’s the most absurd thing he’s ever heard.

Mr. Unattached has really turned into Mr. Needy these past few weeks.

Right outside the airport, he pulls off to the side of the dark road before killing the engine.

He turns my way, his expression sifting, getting all soft. “This is my favorite year on the road.”

My heart beats a little faster, knowing there’s way more meaning behind those words.

“I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you at home and when I travel,” he continues, squeezing my thigh.

I lean back on the headrest, loving this new side to him.

“And one day, because of you, I’ll get to join the mile-high club.”

Okay, there he is.

I fall forward in laughter. “Ahh, I see. That’s the only reason you wanted to get with me, huh?”

“Exactly.” He smiles.

I place my hand on his, intertwining our ring-covered fingers. “The mile-high club is actually pretty inaccurate. When we fly, we’re more like seven miles in the air, not just one.”

“Fine. We will join the miles high club.”

I continue to laugh, but Zanders seems deadly serious. “Like hell we will, Zee. Remember how we’re trying to make sure I keep my job?”

“I’ll be quiet.”

Another condescending laugh leaves my lips as my forehead drops. “I’m sorry to break it to you, but neither of us are exactly quiet. And on top of that, you have to duck just to use the lavatory on the plane.” Tilting my head, I shoot him an apologetic smile. “It’s not gonna happen.”

“You’re crushing my dreams here, Vee.”

“I know,” I soothe, gently running my palm against his tightly faded cut. “I’m sorry.” Again, I have to keep my lips together because he’s acting like a child who got his toy taken away just because I won’t fuck him at my place of work. “We could pretend, though?”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You’ll wear your uniform?” His hazel eyes sparkle as they rake down my body.

“Sure.”

Holding eye contact, he reaches his hand down to the other side of his seat. There’s a slight buzz as he inches backward, away from the steering wheel.

“Now?”

“Mm-hmm,” he hums, a devilish little smile pulling at his lips.

“Here?” I look around the street. There’s not a single streetlight lit or passing car. And I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of game.

“The thought of you riding me while wearing your flight attendant uniform in my G-Wagon is making me painfully hard, Vee.”

My eyes wander to his crotch, and like always, he’s telling the truth.

Without another moment of hesitation, I climb over the center console of his car, straddling his lap. I keep most my weight off him, holding myself up on my knees.

He catches on right away, and without saying anything, he pushes me down, forcing me to sit.

A deep red leather that looks like it costs more than my year’s salary covers the interior of his car, and if I were him, I’d be worried about ruining it. But Zanders doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.

My skirt rides up and bunches around my waist as his hands grip my thighs, fingertips trailing upward, tingling my skin.

“I’m so into you. It’s ridiculous,” Zanders breathes out.

Leaning forward, I cup his cheeks, bringing his lips to mine. “That makes two of us.”

“I’m serious, Vee. You don’t get how perfect you are to me.”

My face flames, so I hide my head in the crook of his neck, my arms draping over his shoulders and subsequently the headrest of his seat.

Zanders presses lingering kisses to my freckles, working his way across my jaw. As his lips find my ear, he bites and tugs, causing my hips to grind down against him.

The soft whimper that escapes me coaxes him to continue.

He nibbles, licks, and sucks his way down the column of my throat until the satin scarf tied around my neck that I have to wear as part of my uniform stops him. His hands slide up my back, keeping me pressed to him as he uses his teeth to unknot the fabric around my neck.

As his tongue finds mine again, I grind harder, needing friction, and taking control.

A deep guttural growl leaves him as his palms find my arms, sliding down and guiding my hands around the headrest behind him. As I concentrate on easing the ache between my legs, Zanders takes my satin scarf and secures my hands, tying me up.

I pull my lips away from his, my eyes filled with confusion but a whole lot of excitement as I try to pull my elbows in but can’t.

“Sometimes I let you think you’re in control, but not this time.”

The heat radiating off this man is palpable, so I shyly nod in agreement, really playing up the whole innocent thing.

Keeping his eyes glued on mine, his hand slips between my legs, touching me over my uniform pantyhose.

“You’re soaking wet, Stevie girl.”

“Mm-hmm,” I whimper, grinding my hips down on his hand, needing him to touch me.

“You know, when I picked up your bag earlier, something was buzzing inside.”

My eyes widen with embarrassment, knowing exactly what he heard. Let’s just say I don’t travel with an electric toothbrush.

He reaches into the back seat where our bags are. “And I found this.”

As I assumed, he pulls out what used to be my favorite travel companion, but now that I have my boyfriend on the road with me, I don’t use my purple vibrator quite as much.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Um… I’m sorry you found my vibrator?”

“No. I mean, why haven’t we used it?”

“We?”

“Yes, we. I don’t mind a little assistance if it means getting you off a little faster and harder.”

“Really? That’s not some weird blow to your ego or something?”

“Pfft,” he scoffs. “Sweetheart, I have no trouble getting you off all on my own, so no. Ego is fully intact.”

My eyes dance between his and the toy in his hand as he palms the spot between my legs once again causing my hips to roll against him with need.

“One day, you’re going to show me exactly how you like to use this on yourself. But tonight, I’m going to give it a try.”

Swiftly and without hesitation, he rips my pantyhose and pushes my underwear to the side, his long fingers gliding against my clit.

My head drops to his shoulder as I ball my fists, eager and impatient to grasp something, anything.

“So perfect, sweetheart.” His fingers continue swiping, rolling, teasing.

My body warms from his unwavering attention and constant praise, and a shiver rolls through me when the buzz of my vibrator fills his G-Wagon. Zanders places it on my swollen clit, and I can’t help but cry out, my body writhing in his lap.

“Let me see you,” he coos, his lips to my ears.

I lift my head, back arching. Zanders uses his free hand to move my curls out of the way as the vibration of my favorite toy continues to destroy my sensitive nerves.

“God,” he breathes out. “You should see yourself, Vee. Fucking unreal.”

I push into the toy, wanting more, but also frustrated that my hands are tied up, and I can’t make him feel as good as he’s making me.

Suddenly one of his long, tatted fingers slips inside of me, curling forward, as my body tenses from the sensation. He feels divine as always, maybe even more so, but not having any control of what I can grab onto is driving me mad. I’m at the edge. My skin burns with the building pressure, my belly stirring with warmth, and when he plunges a second finger inside of me, keeping the vibrator pushed against my clit, that’s when I lose it.

Right there in his Benz, I fall apart, having absolutely no control of my body.

Falling forward, my chest heaves against his as he pulls his fingers out. They’re coated in my arousal, and as always, he tastes what’s left of me on his hand.

Without wasting a second, he tosses my vibrator onto the passenger seat. Unfastening his belt and zipper, he pulls out his smooth and thick erection, stroking it in his fist.

His hooded, lazy eyes trail every inch of me as he wets his lips with his tongue, continuing to touch himself and allowing me to come off my high.

As my breathing slows and steadies, I push off my knees, hovering over him. My mouth finds his as he slides his cock against my folds, giving me a warning of what’s to come. I don’t have control over much right now, with my hands tied up, but I have control over this.

Dropping my weight, I sink onto him, filling myself completely.

He whimpers at the sensation.

Our mouths gape against one another as we both adjust to the fullness. After a moment, I roll my hips, grinding my clit against his pelvis, needing the friction.

“Fucking hell, how do you feel this good?” His head falls back.

I can’t get over seeing him this way. Mine. I’ve never had the confidence to claim something so perfect, so craved. But with him, I feel conceited as hell, knowing I’m the only one who gets to have him.

Rough hands grab my hips, moving me up and down at his needed tempo.

My body is buzzing at the brink of another orgasm, and the lack of control over anything is equally frustrating as it is freeing.

“You’re doing so good, Vee. So good.”

I’m doing absolutely none of the work here, but the constant praise does the trick as it always does, and the raspy desperation of his voice has my entire body hot.

“Yes.” His chest heaves against mine. “Come all over me, baby.”

Calloused fingertips skim the delicate skin of my throat as his palm circles the base, choking me.

He rocks me a few more times, one commanding hand on my waist, and the combination of his perfect size and the continual compliments has me coming around him. I try to pull my arms in, needing to hold on to something, but it’s no use. My body falls apart once again.

As my cries echo around the car, Zanders’ stomach tightens, his thrusts getting sloppy. A deep groan escapes him, followed by a gravelly fuck, as he spills into me, pulling my lips to his as he does.

“Your body is my favorite thing on this planet.” He takes a deep, earned breath.

“And wearing your hand around my throat like a necklace is my favorite piece of jewelry.”

His mouth slightly gapes. “Jesus Christ, I’m obsessed with you.” His hazel eyes admire.

Using my knees to push myself up, he slides out of me as his cum drips down my thigh. Zanders’ gaze is glued to it, watching it trail down my leg.

“You’re my personal version of heaven, Stevie girl.”