Free Wild Hearts (Forever Wild) by Magan Vernon

An Hour Later...
     
    While Wes got to sit comfy in first class, I was rammed between two very smelly, older women in the far back of coach. At least the flight had free Wi-Fi. Well, I shouldn’t call it free since I did have to pay over one thousand dollars of my own money to take Wes back with me.
    I pulled out my phone and connected to the Wi-Fi before logging into my Facebook. That’s where I saw a new friend request and a message. Both from Wes Cockrell. I guess if we were married, he figured he should make us Facebook official. I hovered over the ‘accept request’ button. Part of me thought it was no big deal to add it, but there was something in the back of my mind that was holding me back. What if I added him and after we divorced I didn’t see him again? He just went back to Vegas and I had to stare at pictures of him with skanky stripper girls?
    I shook the thoughts out of my head. Was I really getting jealous over nothing? I must have been crazy. I ignored his friendship, for now, and clicked on my messages.
     
    Wanna join the mile high club?
     
    My mouth gaped open and I was glad that the granny sleeping next to me couldn’t read my message.
     
    I hope you’re joking. I responded back
     
    I saw the three little dots that let me know he was typing back.
     
    You can stay back there in coach or you can come up here to the bathroom on the right and find out.
    I stared at the words. Was he really serious? Even if he wasn’t, what did I have to lose? The guy was a really good lay. Like , too good. If I was going to be married to him for a while, I guessed I could use it to my advantage.
    I stood up and pushed past sleeping granny number two , who barely even acknowledged my presence. I quickly smoothed out my wrap dress and made my way to the front. I felt like I was about to do something incredibly illegal, like rob a bank or something. Maybe fucking on an airplane was illegal, I wasn’t sure. I also wasn’t sure if Wes actually meant what he said. Maybe he was just joking and I’d walk in on some fat executive taking a dump instead.
    I made it up to first class, separated by a curtained entryway. I was worried about a flight attendant kicking me out, but there seemed to be an emergency toward the back of the plan that had them all running there. It could have been something serious or it could have just been a new buzzfeed. From the giggling that I heard as I walked by, I was guessing the latter.
    Everyone in first class had their own wide leather seat with a TV in front of them. It was mostly businessmen in suits. Luckily no one that I worked with, either. They all were able to get an earlier flight.
    But the one face I didn’t see was Wes’s. Maybe he really was in the bathroom.
    The one on the left was unoccupied , but the one on the right had the red ‘occupied’ slide in. I didn’t know the protocol for sex in an airplane bathroom, so I knocked softly, hoping to hell he was in there. I looked to my side, hoping none of the other passengers were staring, and before I could look back at the door, his rough hands had a hold of the front of my wrap dress, pulling me inside and shutting the door behind me.
    I was expecting the tiny- ass airplane bathrooms that I could barely fit into, but this one was closer to the size of my bathroom at home. It was narrow with a full-sized toilet to my left and a few feet down was a full sink with hand towels beside it and a big mirror over it that reflected a large wooden bench.
    “Wow, I didn’t expect this,” I said, looking around the space.
    “I almost didn’t expect you to show up.” Wes cupped my face.
    “What would you have done if I was someone else?” I raised an eyebrow.
    “Hoped to hell she made the same sexy sounds that you do when I do this ...” His lips were on my neck, his tongue running along the same spot he kissed before he nipped at it.
    I whimpered, my body trembling from his touch.
    “Yeah, that’s the sound,” he whispered