49-Marie and Blood Moon

Marie’s POV

I’m on the tarmac waiting for the plane to land. My mate is on that plane. I want to be in his arms, I want him wrapped up with me in our bed. I may never let him go! Screw school, screw everything, I need to screw him.

The plane lands and the door opens, I don’t wait for anyone to walk off, I bound up the stairs.

Patrick is standing at the door smirking, when I attack him. He lifts me by my thighs, and we kiss like no one is watching.

“Yeah, so the rest of us want off the plane, either take it down the stairs or to the bedroom,” Delaney says.

“There’s a bedroom on the plane?” I ask.

“But, no condoms,” he answers, nodding.

“I got you,” I move his hand to the back pocket of my shorts. I grabbed a few in case we got frisky in the car on the way home.

“Yeah, excuse us,” Patrick said, carrying me to the bedroom.

“I have six,” I whisper, taking them out of my pocket, as I removed my shorts. “I’m dripping wet, I need you.”

“I need you too,” he says, now naked, grabbing me into