I've noticed that there are currently a handful of fics based on events from Top Secret Twenty-One. I'm not even done reading Takedown Twenty, so with that said I'm about two books behind on the current Plum drama.

Anyway, this morning on my drive to work a song came up on the radio. It was stuck in my head all day and thanks to that, this idea came to mind. It'll be a three to four chapter mini story told from three different POVs.

Drunk On A Plane- Dierks Bentley

I took two weeks vacation for the honeymoon

I'll try anything to drown out the pain

They all know why I'm getting drunk on a plane

And when we land I'll call her up and tell her to kiss my ass

'Cause hey, I'm drunk on a plane

"What?" She asked, focusing those bright blue eyes on me.

"Nothing." I replied while I lightly slapped her thigh. A tiny smile escaped her, making my heart swell with a warm feeling. I don't know how we ended up in this position, but I like it. I like it a lot. When I invited her over to watch the game and have a few beers I didn't think it would lead to a romantic evening. It was a hot day, so I thought relaxing in front of the TV in the comfort of my air conditioned living room sounded like a great idea. We watched the game, ate pizza and drank some Coronas. Sometime after Cupcake started her second beer, she draped her legs across my lap. To show her my approval, I scooted closer until her back rested against the couch's armrest. Pinned between the couch and my body, she shifted until her ass was pressed against my left thigh and the bottom of one of her thighs brushed over my dick. She tends to get a bit horny when she drinks and she's always handsy when she's horny.

But it wasn't the desire and heat that turned this night special. No, it was the fact that it's been an eternity since we've been like this. Just the two of us, alone and on the couch. "Marry me, Cupcake." I was almost certain it wasn't the alcohol talking. It is times like these that make me believe that we could make marriage work.

Stephanie giggled, rubbing her thighs together and making her tiny spandex shorts rise up just the tiniest bit.

Snapping my gaze back up, I leaned closer to her face. "I'm serious."

"You don't even have a ring." Slapping my chest playfully, she waved my impromptu proposal aside.

"I do."

The confession seemed to sober her up, making her eyes darken ever so slightly. "Really?"

I nodded. I don't even know why, but I bought it a few months ago while I was in Newark visiting an old buddy of mine. I went with him to a jewelry store so he could buy his wife a gift for their anniversary. We were waiting for a sales rep when one ring caught my eye. It's nothing extravagant, just a square cut diamond on a white gold band. It was simply beautiful, just like her, so before I could give it much thought I made the purchase. "Come on." I scooped her up, rising to my feet and brought her up with me.

"Joe!" She squealed as I dashed up the steps, her arms automatically looping around my neck. I was slightly out of breath by the time we bounced on my bed, but I didn't care.

"Take a look at this, Cupcake." I said on a grin as I reached over to the nightstand. As soon as my fingers found the small velvet box, I snatched my arm back.

"Joe." Her eyes were trained on the ring and surprise evident in her facial expression. Before I realized what I was doing, I slipped the ring on the appropriate finger and fused my lips with hers.

My eyes snapped open when I sensed someone at my side. "Thanks." I took the drink from the stewardess as I flashed her my best charming grin. When a slight flush rose from her collar up to her neck and cheeks, I knew my old smile could still do the trick. I nodded at her when she walked away, taking a glorious sip of alcohol.

"Business or pleasure?" I heard a velvety smooth voice ask from my left. From the corner of my eye, I catalogued the blond sitting on the seat across from the aisle. She was wearing a short, flowing skirt and a button blouse that seemed almost painted on her. Her breasts looked round and firm. Those fucking high heels made her toned legs seem like they went on forever. And sure, she had a pretty face.

The morning after I gave Stephanie the ring, I made arrangements for our wedding and honeymoon. We'd settled on getting married in Atlantic City, just the two of us. We'd call up her family and mine on the way to the airport to break the news. A couple weeks enjoying a beautiful Mexican beach with a loved one seemed like the perfect way to top off the plan. Yeah, it all sounded great in my head. Stephanie never gave any sign that she didn't want to do it. It wasn't up until she put the pen down at the last moment and turned to look at me, that I knew it wasn't going to happen. With just one look, no words needed, she told me everything I needed to know. The whole marriage thing was nothing but a stupid fantasy. I woke from the dream and as soon as that pen slipped her fingers I was snapped back to reality.

"Pleasure." I answered the blond. Everything was already paid for, so I decided to hell with it and boarded the plane alone. Time and distance from a certain blue eyed brunette with wild curls couldn't hurt.

The blond's eyes sparkled as a wicked smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "That's what I thought." Her smile grew as she cocked her head towards my drink.

"Yup." I said, taking a generous gulp.

Blondie stood, pretended to stumble and took the opportunity to run her left hand up my thigh. My cock certainly enjoyed the touch, because it twitched in anticipation. Very minutely, she cocked her head for me to follow. She walked away as I gulped the last of my drink. As I stood and made my way down the aisle, I realized that maybe this trip won't suck after all. I once heard that things happen for a reason. Maybe they're right.

"Hey." She was facing the mirror when I slipped in. I nodded as I closed and locked the door. Without a word, she brushed her ass into my groin as she shifted slightly. Bracing her hands on the door and ass perked up, Blondie was ready for a quickie. And quick it was going to be. It's been a while since I've fucked a total stranger and somehow it feels right that it would happen now.

I didn't want to kiss her. This wasn't about love or tenderness. Had things gone according to plan, Stephanie would have been on the seat next to me and clocking in to the Mile High club would have been fun and sexy. But as it is right now, it's all about feeling good. Rolling on the condom and checking her readiness was nothing but a mechanical motion.

I took her from behind, hard and fast. I'm not ashamed to admit that I was completely focused on my own pleasure. I wasn't a dick either, but as soon as she got her orgasm I sought my own. One thrust, two thrusts later I came. Ooohh, it felt good. So fucking good.

After disposing of the used condom and cleaning up, I exited the restroom without turning back. I walked to my seat and sat down, immediately closing my eyes. The plane hasn't even landed and I'm already having a good time. Grinning, I threw my head back and took a deep breath.