Yes! I didn’t lube my ass for nothing.

The plane bathroom had been such a tight squeeze that it had been awkward doing that, and I couldn’t imagine actually fucking in there. Luckily, I’d remembered there were new bathrooms in the Calgary airport where the stalls were private and fully enclosed from floor to ceiling.

I grinned to myself.

This was probably stupid, and I should have let go of the idea of doing it one more time before our…hiatus. But I needed one more taste.

Speaking of which, I chewed a fresh piece of minty gum as we finally filed off the plane. I overtook several people on the walkway into the terminal, speeding to the bathroom, relieved we didn’t have to deal with customs.

I waited in the last stall with the door unlocked. Only one other was occupied, most guys using the urinal. A minute later, someone tentatively opened the door. I shimmied back, leaning over the toilet so Henry could squeeze in and shut the door.

My text had just said to meet me in the last stall, and his brow was furrowed as he peered at me, waiting. We both wore our unzipped team jackets, which were full parkas. I thrust my arms around his waist, drawing him close to whisper right in his ear.

“I need you one more time.” I felt a shudder run through him, but his arms still hung at his sides. I slowly licked the shell of his ear, making him shiver before I whispered again. “I know we said this morning was it. But I was too tired. One more time. I was rock hard half of that flight imagining it. Imagining you here with me. Our secret.”

He exhaled a shaky breath, slipping his hands around my waist, his fingertips stealing under the hem of my tee to brush my lower back. He leaned away enough to see my face, his gaze flicking between my eyes and mouth. I bit my lower lip, slowly releasing it.

“Don’t you want me?” I asked, barely a whisper.

After rolling his eyes—which was fair—he rubbed his erection against mine through our team track pants.

I couldn’t hide my grin. “You can’t resist me.”

Henry kissed me roughly in response, pushing his tongue into my mouth and swallowing my groan as he shoved me against the door. My laugh was muffled by his lips.

“Be gentle with me!” I whispered.

It was definitely a joke, but he immediately paused inches from my mouth. We were panting, and I was about to drag his head close, but then he tenderly brushed our lips together. He drew back, staring at me with his typical seriousness. It made my heart flop like a dying fish on dry land.

We didn’t have much time, so after more kissing and tasting, I broke away, a string of spit connecting our mouths for a second as I demanded, “Fuck me. Right here. Hard.”

I could see him about to argue, the concerned frown creasing his face. I reached back and guided his hand into my underwear so he could feel the waiting lube. His eyebrows shot up, and I grinned again.