She wouldn't even be in the predicament if it weren't for Travis. A phone call in the middle of the night to ask for a "free pass" from her boyfriend of 7 1/2 years was hard to take seriously. When he doesn't get the answer he wanted, his drunken stupor is all it takes to tell her via text message that it's over. That's enough to irritate Mattie into flying home to deal with him.
However, bad weather grounds her flight out of Washington leaving her stranded in the airport all night with one other passenger... Logan McNarry.
Ordinarily, she wouldn't even think of speaking to him, but Travis' unexpected break up was just the opportunity she needed to seek passion in the arms of another man.
All this leads up to the predicament that Mattie must face. Choosing the safe, steady life already mapped out, or chasing the love and passion one only stumbles upon once in a lifetime.
Mattie, one of three triplets, is a senior Political Science major at Georgetown. Her life has been pretty much mapped out with her boyfriend of almost eight years. Their families are very close, and nuptials after graduation is almost written in stone.
Travis is your typical southern young man who comes from 'Big Money.' His life is pretty simple, and after his graduation he expects to marry Mattie and have the perfect, steady, secure life.
Logan McNarry. Son of a decorated war veteran turned politician, is stuck in the airport after leaving his father's funeral. Being the son of a senator my have its financial benefits, but the personal toll on his family is simply more than he can bear. His joining the Marines was his way of putting his family, and their secrets behind him.
Marlene. Younger sister to Mattie, Mandy and Monica. She's followed Mattie and Travis around her entire life. However, she holds a secret as well.
Elise McNarry. Logan's Mom, who's mental anguish causes her to slip between moments of clarity and an almost catatonic state, and is now enjoying 'Retirement' from the McNarry life.
Senator McNarry. Recently deceased, his secrets and quirks most assuredly would go with him to his grave. Right? Well, maybe, maybe not.
Patricia Johnson. Great-great-great granddaughter of a former U.S. President. She's also the former aid and mistress to Senator McNarry. Her involvement with the Senator and his wife is mysterious, to say the least.
Leila Johnson. Patricia's gold digging daughter and girlfriend of Logan McNarry. Her aspirations are greater than anyone knows, and it may have ended up costing her the ultimate price.
Gracie and Ronald. These two individuals are a staple in the McNarry family. Gracie runs the house, and Ronald takes care of everything else. Colorful characters that provide the grounding influence in this powerful family. And as you would expect, know way too much about their employers.
He moved over me, hovering carefully on his knees. Tenderly he pulled my tank top until it reached my neck. I lifted my head so he could pull it over, my hair spread across the floor of the airport in a long sheet as he tossed the shirt onto my back pack. He leaned low over me, pulling my breasts one at a time from the hold of my bra. Gently he kissed them, his mouth sending goose bumps across my skin. His hands were large but my breasts were larger. He scooped them, ran his thumb across the hard nipples, licked them, and toyed with them until my mind went blank. The sensitivity of my nipples was almost at a painful state as he took each of them into his mouth and sucked. My hips rose to meet him and my head tilted back as he slowly made love to my breasts with his mouth.
Finally he sat up, again on his knees above me. I watched intently as he unbuttoned his shirt. I’d never seen a chest as broad and firm as this, I gawked. The Marine emblem drawn in ink was spread across his heart, and the ripples of his muscles defined each area of his chest. Without a thought my hands reached up to touch the masterful artwork above me. My pale pink fingernails contrasted romantically with the darkness of his skin as I traced his tattoo. His nipples were small and tight, fine hairs around them tickled the tips of my forefinger. He pulled the camouflage shirt from his arms and laid it on top of my shirt on my back pack. Then he studied my face and my neck and my awkwardly strewn breasts. Suddenly he looked uncomfortable. “I’d give my right arm to continue this but I um… well I don’t have…”
“In my back pack, second pocket on the side,” I smiled.
“Oh really? So my little Mattie is prepared for adventure?” He toyed.
“No! No! It’s just; well I was going to meet…” I left the sentence unfinished. Travis had no place here with us.
He leaned over, his legs still straddling me and unzipped the pocket of my back pack. Thick fingers pulled out two foil packs. “Well it sure wasn’t going to be a long visit,” he teased, holding the two condoms in front of me. He examined the packets, “Hmm…what are these? Small?”
I blushed a deep shade of fuchsia. Travis wasn’t particularly big, but they weren’t smalls. He laid the packets on the floor beside us and slid down my thighs. Vast hands found their way to the button and zipper of my jeans. Within an instant they slid from my thighs leaving me uncovered. In a sudden waft of insecurity, my hands flew to cover my breasts. Logan smiled, at my shyness, but his hands were playing with the tiny bands of my pink panties. I watched in interest. It was if he’d never seen a partially naked girl before. The greenness of his eyes smoldered with desire as he slid back above me. He placed another article of my clothing, this time my jeans, onto the pile now forming on my pack. But we were at a standstill, his pants and my underwear separated our skin. I didn’t know what to do. I was far from a virgin, yet somehow this was a virgin scenario for me. Clumsily I felt for the buckle of his pants. His hands moved over mine. “Let me get this.”
I retreated and resigned to watch him unbuckle his pants and lower the zipper. Like a gymnast he went instantly from his knees straddling me to standing over me. I stared in disbelief as he towered above me, his pants sliding down his waist and hips, then his thighs and calves. I traced their every movement intently with my eyes. He looked cautiously over the ticket counter and out into the airport. Then his eyes caught something and his arm raised and he waved to someone. I sat up quickly, chills racing through me. I was naked in the airport and he was bare-chested and waving at someone! “Oh hell!” But in my haste to sit up I didn’t realize that my face was now level with the head of his passion. It hung low in front of me, ominously throbbing. I resisted the onset of intense desire to taste it. Logan was laughing now, “I’m kidding!” He lowered himself back to his knees. “There’s no one there! Just teasing!”
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