Skeletons in the Closet (2 page)

"Give me a minute head start then join me in the bathroom," she whispered.

"Huh?" Frowning, Grant pulled back and looked her square in the eye. "The bathroom of the plane? What for?"

Nikki huffed and cocked her head, giving him her 'what do you think' look.

"What? Does this mean you're over this whole anger bit you've been hanging onto the past couple of days?"

"No it
means
I haven't done it in a plane before and since the flight isn't overly packed I want to do it now." She shrugged, "it's one of the things on my bucket list."

"You're using me to scratch something off your
bucket
list?" He squared his shoulders and shot her a dirty look. "Maybe I'm not interested, ever think of that, honey?" Despite what he said, the bulge in his pants which Nikki was now eyeing gave him away.

Damn it, Busted
.

Taking a second to ensure no one was looking, Nikki slipped her hand out of his, and slid it up his inner leg to his crotch and began to stroke the ridge of his cock over his pants. A low groan escaped his lips. Two days being near her without getting to feel her warm, moist pussy around his cock was just too long.

With a self-satisfied smirk appearing on her face Nikki leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Thought so."

Angry with himself for not being able to display the restraint that she seemed to have had over the past couple of days Grant growled, a low rumble in the back of his throat. "Fine. We'll do it, but be forewarned, once I come I'm done whether you've come or not. We clear? No holding back baby!" It crossed his mind momentarily that he was now acting as childishly as she had been recently.

Although a grin hadn't crossed her lips, when he caught her eyes, they shone in amusement. As quickly as that, the tension that had been swirling around them since the whole marriage fiasco began seemed to fade away.

"Count to sixty then come in, got it?" Nikki prompted, a smile finally breaking through and gracing her lips.

Chuckling, Grant nodded. "Got it, now go on before someone needs to actually use it."

"Right!" Taking a quick peek up and down the aisle to ensure that no one was paying attention to what was going on around them and that the flight attendants were occupied, Nikki jumped from her seat, hustled her way down the aisle and, seconds later, disappeared into the washroom.

"58...59...60," Grant murmured with a slight chuckle before standing and making his way to the washroom to join her. This wasn't exactly his first choice of venues for a quick romp, but considering she'd cut him off the past couple of days he figured beggars couldn't be choosers. He was getting tired of taking care of business himself while she slept beside him each night.

As he approached the door, he gave another look around, and was satisfied no one was paying attention to him. Everyone seemed engrossed in the movie that was currently on the screen. "
Nik
, it's me, open up," he whispered as he rapped his knuckles on the flimsy bathroom door.

The door was immediately flung open. Grabbing his hand, Nikki anxiously pulled his large frame into the cramped bathroom with her, shutting the door behind him and locking it. To fit in with her so that they could even consider what she had proposed, Grant positioned her back to his front, facing her towards the wall and straddling the toilet.

"This certainly isn't the most romantic of situations," he grumbled frowning. Despite the less than ideal situation, his dick was hard and ready.

"We have to work with what we have," Nikki whispered over her shoulder at him.

Quickly he unzipped his jeans and pulled them - along with his boxers - down over his hips. Once done and his hard, thick shaft released, he slipped his hands up her outer thighs and under her pleated skirt. He was pleasantly surprised to find she'd already rid herself of her panties.

"You came prepared?" he teased as he grabbed her shapely leg and urged her to place one foot on the toilet seat, making her pussy more accessible to him. "I thought you weren't interested?"

"This was the exception. I'm horny and I need it before someone knocks on the door so let's hurry this along."

Holding back the laughter that was forcing its way to the surface, he focused his concentration on her tight, nineteen year old ass, and the moan that came from her as he ran a finger between her wet folds.

"Fuck me Grant. Fuck me now!" she whispered with urgency in her tone, as she planted the palms of her hands against the bathroom wall and bucked back against the hand stroking her.

Knowing time was of the essence, Grant replaced his finger with his cock. He ran his shaft back and forth for a few passes until she was moaning louder than he felt comfortable with, and attempting to spear herself onto his cock.

"You have to stay quiet," he chided. Before she had a chance to respond he pressed a hand to the small of her back and rammed his dick deep into her - to the hilt. A startled gasp sounded from her, but he was already lost in the sensations her hot, moist core was invoking within him as he began to thrust hard and fast into her.

Her pussy clenched and gripped his cock as he withdrew and slammed into her a second time. He was fighting his own battle to remain quiet as the sensations became more intense, with his building need to release. Damn, he wished he could strip her naked and fondle every part of her beautiful, soft body.

Gripping her hips in his hands he increased the speed of his thrusts, hating that he had to end the wonderful feelings so soon, but knowing he didn't have the luxury of indulging himself fully with her yielding softness for long.

"When I get you to the hotel, we'll do this right," Grant groaned through clenched teeth as he came close to the brink, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing in anticipation of that last glorious moment. He watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared, in and out of her tight pussy.

Nikki's moans grew louder; loud enough that he winced knowing that at least several rows of passengers were sure have heard the commotion. Her pushing back against him became violent and she clenched her hands against the wall. Mere moments later, her warm juices flooded his cock and ran down his balls.

"Oh-my-god Nikki," he groaned in her ear, "That feels so good." He gave her several more hard thrusts before he reached his own orgasm and shot his load deep into her with a loud groan. A couple of smaller, yet still very satisfying spurts followed the first.

Breathing heavily and keeping his arms secure around her waist, he fell back against the wall, taking her with him and shaking the small room as their weight pressed against the thin wall.

Reluctantly he withdrew from her and hurried to pull his pants and boxers back up and fasten them. As he straightened his clothing, Nikki examined herself in the tiny mirror.

"You ready?" She inquired, turning back to him.

"Yeah. You go first and I'll follow a minute behind."

Giving him a devilish smile she nodded her agreement. Opening the door, Nikki yelped in surprise and took a step back into the washroom, falling against his hard wall of a chest. Looking over her shoulder, and out into the aisle, Grant groaned inwardly. Poised with her fist in the air, seconds away from knocking, was an annoyed looking, red-haired, thirty-something flight attendant.

Fuck!

The flight attendant looked from one guilty face to the other as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"She was sick, I was just…"

"I know what you two were doing in here," the flight attendant interrupted Grant's excuse. "The whole section knows. I would ask that you both return to your seats immediately." Taking a step back the flight attendant ushered the two deviants out of the washroom.

"I told you to be quiet," Grant scolded quietly in Nikki's ear, causing Nikki to giggle.

With dozens of eyes glaring at them and many couples whispering and snickering, Grant and Nikki took the walk of shame back to their seats.

Chapter 2

"Are you certain that you wouldn't be more comfortable staying in the car while I have her sign the papers," Grant inquired, with his index finger poised over the buzzer to Diana William's condo. The building was a lavish, high-rise in the heart of San Francisco.

"Oh, I'm sure, Grant." Even though she hadn't admitted it, her main reason was that she was curious to see what the current Mrs Grant Rivers looked like. Sure, ultimately it really didn't matter. Grant was marrying her in two months time, but still, her curiosity was too much for her to handle.

Grant gave her a worried glance and pressed the buzzer.

"Hello?" A very deep, formal-sounding female voice came over the speaker.

A grin touched Nikki's lips. If her voice was an indication of her looks then Nikki knew she had nothing to worry about. She sounded stern and cold.

"
Ummm
. Diana? It's Grant."

There was a paused for the beat of several seconds. "Grant Rivers?"

"Yes, may I come up, I have something important I need to discuss with you."

Another pause, "Of course, I'll buzz you in."

The buzzer sounded and Grant, preceded by Nikki, made his way into the building and up to Diana's condo. Diana answered immediately after the first knock. To Nikki's dismay, Diana didn't resemble in person anything like the image her voice had led Nikki to expect.

From Nikki's guess, Diana would be roughly 5'10 in height, with a figure that was thin, but curvy in the right places, with long flowing blonde hair and the deepest forest green eyes Nikki had ever seen. All Nikki could do was gape at the woman who could quite literally have just stepped from the pages of 'Vogue' magazine.

She didn't seem to notice - or blatantly ignored - Nikki's presence, Nikki wasn't sure which, but instead she turned her focus directly onto Grant.

"Wow, Grant you are looking as sexy as ever. It's been way too long," she cooed, making Nikki's stomach churn as Diana stepped up to Grant and slid her arms around his neck, pressing her body against him and joining her lips to his.

Nikki's mouth fell open as she watched the woman attempt to deepen the kiss, but Grant quickly fended her off, taking a step back and placing Nikki between him and the other woman.

Diana's face registered annoyance as she turned her focus to the shorter woman, who Grant had a protective arm around. "Oh, so who might your
friend
be?"

Pulling herself up to her full height of 5'2, Nikki met the other woman's glare with one of her own. "I'm his fiancée, Nikki." She extended her hand for the other woman.

Running her eyes up and down the length of Nikki the other woman snorted. "I see." Ignoring Nikki's extended hand she stepped back into the condo and waved them both in. "Come on in so you can tell me what brought on this unexpected visit.

Pfft
, like you don't already know, lady
.

Brushing past Diana, Nikki made her way into the lavish condo with Grant trailing closely behind.

The noise of the door closing sounded behind Nikki, but her eyes were busy examining the living room. It was of a safari theme, which Nikki normally would have considered tacky, but for some reason this wasn't. It screamed class and sophistication, perhaps because everything in the room from the furniture to the paintings to the trinkets screamed money.

How can she afford all of this
?

Sure, Grant had given her expensive things over the past several months and made good money, but this was excessive. Nikki didn't even want to try and consider how much it cost just for the condo, not even factoring in the cost of the contents. She had to be an heiress of some sort; that was the only explanation Nikki could come up with. But if she was an heiress why in the hell was she risking her life doing field work for the CIA? Strange.

"Well, sit down." Diana breezed past them and gracefully lowered herself into a large black suede armchair.

Nikki shot a quick glance over her shoulder at Grant, catching his eye. He nodded and so she proceeded to sit herself on the matching sofa. Grant sat next to her and pulled the divorce papers out from the inner pocket of his leather jacket.

Diana's eyes immediately landed on the diamond pendant Grant had given her for her birthday, which was nestled between her breasts.

"What a beautiful necklace," her eyes flicked over to Grant, "Looks oddly familiar. Looks like something an acquaintance of ours owned at one point in time..."

"T-thank you." Nikki glanced over at Grant, but his expression was blank. Did Diana know the story behind the diamond? How exactly it had come to fall into his hands? That was information he refused to share with her. It was all part of their ‘don't ask, because I won't tell’ policy. She'd become accustomed to swallowing down her questions, knowing asking them would be useless since he refused to answer, always stating it was 'classified'.

"I don't want to waste your time so I'll get right down to it, Diana," he placed the papers for her to sign on the mahogany coffee table and slid them across to her. "Apparently there was a mix-up at the agency and our divorce papers didn't get processed. I just need you to sign next to the Xs, which are marked and we'll just be on our way."

"I see," Diana frowned and snatched up the papers though didn't look at them; instead she was staring intently at Nikki.

Nikki shifted uncomfortably on the sofa and inched closer to Grant. The way Diana was staring at her, with such intensity, she was finding herself more than a little uncomfortable. It was as though Diana was sizing her up.

"Did you say your name was Nikki, you look familiar...?”

"I,
ummm
...." Nikki glanced nervously at Grant, begging him with her eyes to intervene.

Leaning forward, the papers still unlooked at and dangling from her fingertips, Diana continued to stare. "What's your surname, Nikki?"

Ahhh
, hell
.
Why didn't I just stay in the car like Grant told me to?
She silently kicked herself for being stubborn and not listening to him.