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He’d told him plain and simple Ellie had her hands full Son of a bitch had actually told Allister she could easily handle one more

Fuck that He shifted in his seat, growing more impatient by the moment

“We were over herein the center aisle but keeping his hand on Heather’s knee “Lavatory is empty, ya know”

Allister snarled “And Draegan is seated right next to it”

“You guys act like you’ve never been laid before,” Heather said, shaking her head

If Heather hadn’t been Bradley’s little sister, he ht have made some off-color remark He hadn’t fucked Ellie in the last two days which was part of the problem

His testosterone was all out of whack

“At least wait until we’re on the 747,” Gabe said, pulling down the shade as soon as a bright ray of sunlight shot across their row

Allister turned sideways “I seeation because he couldn’t wait an hour to fuck his woman Sound familiar?”

Gabe leaned forward and shot Heather a wink “Sure does” He settled in again, clasped his hands over his stoht need to show Heather the facilities when you’re done”

“I ned seat

Seconds later, he stood next to Ellie’s row He er

“Mr McCall”

“Mr Jones” Allister didn’t look at the sorry son of a bitch

Ellie stared up at hiive him an earful Then, she flipped her seatbelt out of the way and quickly rose “Excuse me”