I groan a little as I shift in my seat... again.  Thirteen hour plane rides make me antsy as it is, but this plane ride is different. 

Scott smirks from his seat next to me because of course he knows the source of my discomfort. It IS his fault after all. 

Let's rewind to yesterday, shall we? I know you're curious. Story time!

Sooooo...   Once upon a time in a poorly air conditioned studio, Scott  had a photo shoot for Rolling Stone.  While usually these kind of shoots are like eye candy central for me,  this time has one little difference. THIS time I had to watch MY boyfriend get up close and personal with this gorgeous ⱭSSHOLE. (ok, maybe i'm exaggerating the asshole part, but seriously!? Have some dignity man and stop throwing yourself at international superstars.) Stupid magazines and their stupid models and their stupid faces and abs. 

So I may have been a little jealous.  It's natural right?

Scott thought the entire idea of it was hilarious, so he turned up his flirt game. Bastard. I get it was for his job and it was really nbd, but i was a little... uneasy? no.  perturbed? yes but no.  Miffed. That's a good word for it. We'll go with it. 

So by the time ɑsshole Toby (stupid model man's stupid name. I hate it) asked Scott if he wanted to join him and his friends for drinks that night (and Scott said yes) i was well past miffed and a lovely shade of pissed.

He assured me the invitation was for the entire crew, but jealousy is an UGLY BITCH and mama was NOT happy. 

I hid it well, mostly because Scott was so cheery and chatty and it was disgusting so I sent him off to the shower as soon as we got back to the hotel and I went to my... mostly unused... room to start getting ready myself.

If Scott wanted to flirt with gorgeous models then I was going all in. He whined because I'd locked him out of my room, but nope... I was still angry. He was NOT getting in... no matter how many times he begged.

I heard the girls on the other side of the door when they arrived and they at least distracted him for a bit while I finished up and finally decided to grace them with my presence. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed (but we love him, right?) and continued to tease me about my jealousy, but I just ignored him and latched onto Kirstie's arm as we went down to meet our driver. I made sure to sit between Kirstie and Candice and Scott kept sending me pouty looks which I just ignored.

Yeah, yeah I get it. I'm a giant, jealous child. Oh well. 

Of course the moment we stepped into the VIP area of the club, he went into social butterfly, extrovert mode and of course Toby (gag) was basically glued to him. Of course, Scott didn't seem to notice and just continued his conversation, both of them laughing and leaning into each other so they could hear over the loud music. 

I just stood in a corner with the girls and pouted and drank my drink. 

They tried to distract me and when they dragged me onto the dance floor I didn't argue.  We didn't spend too long getting sweaty, but it was fun and I was in a much better mood at that point.  At least I was until I noticed Scott was still totally focused on Toby (eye roll).  

The group we rejoined had grown while we were dancing as more of the evil model's friends had shown up.   I melted into my corner again, but one of the new boys in particular turned out to be extra friendly... at least to me anyway. He wasn't my usual type...  with brown hair that reached his shoulders, light scruff along his chin (AKA not Scott). He was rugged and tan and the sleeves of his shirt only accentuated the muscles of his biceps. He was gorgeous and couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from me. It was odd. I wasn't used to being the focus of attention, especially when Scott was so close by, but it was nice. 

I knew what his intentions were when he complimented my shirt, eyes following the vvveerrrry low cut V of the neckline. (I'd picked the shirt on purpose so Scott would MAYBE pay attention to me, but it just wasn't good enough.  At least someone appreciated it) I thanked him politely but directed my attention to a question Nicole sent my way. 

 When he came back from getting us drinks again (Hey, he asked and Scott didn't. It's just a drink calm down, princess) he managed to maneuver himself right next to me. We talked about random things while I sipped my drink, but the entire time all I wanted to do was look over and see if Scott was watching. Had he noticed? Did he even care? 

I was too afraid to find out for myself.  Maybe he didn't care...  Maybe he just knew I was too in love with him to truly consider anyone else. Maybe it didn't matter. 

I knew I'd have to decline when Collin (dad) asked if I wanted to go dance with him, but I never got the chance to. When I opened my mouth to reply, a hand slid along the small of my back and Scott appeared at my side. I glanced over at Toby and he was still watching Scott with interest, but I could tell he was a little disappointed. Take that model bitch! MINE! >:-P

"You're trying to make me jealous on purpose, aren't you." Scott's lips were right at my ear as his arm slid around me ... fingers tightening possessively around my hip bone. 

"No. Don't be rude." I pushed him away a bit, putting on a bratty pout. "I'm just having fun... like you and Toby. I wasn't going to dance with him... but I should. Why not?"

Regardless of my challenging stare, he 100% knew I wasn't serious, I'd NEVER... but I could see his eyes narrow just a bit. "Mitch." 

Collin wasn't deterred by Scott's proximity, or maybe it was just dark enough he'd missed the way Scott clung to me before I made him back up. He leaned in close, but my eyes never left Scott's. "Your drinks almost empty. Want me to get you another?"

I was about to decline anyway, but of course Mr. Green decided for me. "No need. We were just leaving." 

I pursed my lips, caught somewhere between annoyed and pleased. I tried to look apologetic as I turned to Collin. "Duty calls."

Either he's got the world's biggest set of balls or he was completely oblivious ... because he kept his eyes locked on mine and had the nerve to ask if he could call me sometime. 

How cute, right? He really liked me. A gorgeous man liked ME. He wanted ME and not Scott. It was weird, but also very, very flattering. Thank you for the ego boost, Collin. I appreciate you.

I could feel the tension in the hand on my lower back and my empty glass was plucked from my hand and set aside on a random table.

"That depends on your intentions."

I looked over at my boyfriend, a bit stunned that he was being so confrontational. 

Collin just smirked as he looked at/over me.  "I think my intentions are pretty clear."

Yes. Yes they are. Crystal. Where were you when I was single and thirsty? OOOOooo damn grabby hands, you dont gotta- 

Ok. I can deal with the rudeness if this is what I get. By this, I mean Scott's tongue in my mouth and his arm strong against my lower back, holding me tight enough to arch me just a tad bit backwards. He tasted like happiness, strawberries and vodka. Hm. I'll never ever ever get tired of that. EVER.

It was over faster than I'd like, but my lungs were probably thankful for the oxygen. I couldn't help but lick my lips when I was sure I wouldn't topple over. 

"And so are mine." 

I looked up at him, surprised by the overt possessiveness and felt my knees go a little weak... (well weaker than they already were after that kiss... i mean DAMN GIRL). I spotted Toby in the corner of my vision and if looks could kill then I'd be ashes by now. I wanted to direct a grin at him (yes, I'm a smug bastard), but before I could I was being tugged away from the group. I managed to look back at Collin and mouth a quick 'sorry' before we were out the side door and my back was against the (disgusting) brick wall.

"What was that!" He was not happy with me... and it took a second before I remembered that I wasn't happy with him. 

"What was what? You ignoring me all night to flirt with Toby is ok but having a friendly, NON flirty conversation with Collin is grounds for the Alpha to come out and play?"

He boxed me in, hands against the wall on either side of my head. 

"We were just talking business... you were making me jealous on purpose." 

Nuh uh! You can't prove it!

I wanted to stick my tongue out at him like a bratty kid, but I refrained... this time. Instead I just stared up at him and couldn't stop the stupid smirk that slid up my lips and painted me guilty. Stupid face. 

The rest of the evening passed in a blur and before I knew it I was half naked and draped over a couch arm, my ɑss in the air, his hand 'punishing' me with loud slaps that sent my thoughts to different corners of my brain. Never imagined I'd be a be such a whore for a spanking, but hey... we learn something new every day. He pressed my chest down with a heavy palm between my shoulder blades, and I constantly worried I'd lose my footing, but I moaned and begged desperately until I finally got the reward that I wanted...

.. which, if you couldn't guess, was him pounding into me for ages. AKA my happy place. (don't judge ... you don't know what it's like. Heaven on EARTH boys and girls) 

So back to the here and now...

Do I regret it? Hell to the FÜCKING NO! 

Does it suck to have a sore and bruised ɑss, and muscles that feel like I participated in the tour de France? Um... yeah. I just can't get comfortable and every time I shift or grimace, Scott's grin just seems to get brighter and brighter. 

Fucker.

Yes, yes we get ... I'm yours. 

I know it, you know... Collin knows it... my ɑss certainly knows it..

I let out a tiny whine as we hit some turbulence and I try to shift again, my thigh muscles protesting. I aim a pout his way, but he just grins and leans over to kiss my temple. 

I shoot him a glare, but he doesn't seem the least bit bothered, if anything his smile only grows.

"Want me to ask for a pillow?" 

"Fück you." I'm still pouting and as I reach down into my bag, the burn of my body makes me sigh.

When I sit back up he's still grinning, and it takes everything in me to acquiesce. 

"Yes." 

"Now was that so hard?" He flags down an attendant and soon I'm much more comfortable.

"Still hate you." 

"Not what you were saying last night"

The amusement in his low whisper makes my traitorous body perk up again. Calm your hormones. We're stuck in a flying tin can for 13 hours. Besides ... all orifices need a break. The sign says 'Out of Order'.  I am tapped out.

"Well, if you ever want access to this body again you should be nicer to me." 

That got him.

I turn my body just a bit to angle so i can lean into him and intertwine our fingers. (yeah yeah i'm such a girl) 

He chuckles a little and settles in to watch the movie.

I can't help it when I whisper out a "Mine." Stupid fangirl.

He looks at me and then leans down to kiss the top of my head, lips lingering for a moment before he whispers back. "Always yours."

Happy sigh :)