“Of course, we did. We love you.” Lex says it so easily, and it makes my heart jump for joy.
“When do we go?” I ask.
“For Christmas. We’ll fly tomorrow and return on the twenty-seventh.” Lex slings his arm around me. “Did we do good?”
“You did amazing! I can’t believe it.”
I fling my arms around Lex and give him a passionate kiss before breaking it off and leaning forward so I can do the same to Zane, and then move onto Saint, who kisses me like he wants to pin me to the couch. I’m tempted to let him, but I’ve got so muchto do before we travel, so I manage to extradite myself from his embrace.
“I’m so excited. I’m going to go look at all the places I want to go, and things I want to do.”
Giddy with it all, I grab my tablet and head out of the room. I turn back to the men watching me. “You coming? I thought we could all snuggle on the bed and look together.”
They grin and don’t need to be asked twice.
CHAPTER 2
Zane
I settleinto my plane seat in first class and am relieved I have enough space to stretch out my legs. I must admit, this is fancy as fuck. We were sped through check-in, and had champagne and canapes in the first-class lounge, and now we’re onboard, waiting for take-off.
I don’t love flying. Because of my size, I find it claustrophobic as fuck. I’ve been nervous about this trip—something I haven’t told the others—but the space we have in first class is crazy.
Saint and Lex are across from one another in their private booths, and I’m across from Vani.
She flashes me an admiring glance. “The cashmere looks good on you, Zane.”
I touch my fingers to my chin and arc them back out toward her.Thank you.
I thought the cashmere would itch, what with it being wool, but it’s surprisingly comfortable, and the style just looks like gym gear, but expensive as fuck gym gear, so I wear it. Begrudgingly.
No matter what Saint does to try to make me look expensive, he’ll fail. I had stood in the bathroom that afternoon and stared at my marked knuckles, my size, my ink, and most of all the scaron my throat. I was sleep-mussed, and my face had a red mark from the pillow. We’d all taken a long nap in the day, as taking the red-eye means we might not get much sleep, and we’ll be jetlagged, too, by the time we arrive in Paris.
It had been sobering seeing myself like that, dressed all fancy, but underneath the soft fabric, I am rough. I don’t look like a luxury offering. If Saint is a walking designer billboard, then I’m nothing but a walking red flag.
Still, the track pants do one thing for me. When I’d come downstairs with them on this morning, Vani had taken one look and giggled. I’d frowned and she’d pointed to my crotch before looking back at Saint.
“You got him gray sweats? When he’s packingall that.” She’d made a motion with her hands as if was trying to mix the air around her. “Zane, you’re going to get all the ladies on the flight hot and bothered.”
I had grinned and shaken my head.
My cheeks twitch now, as I recall it, and shift in my seat, trying to get comfortable. I decide the pants can stay after the trip if our girl approves of them so much. Vani loves my cock, and it loves her right back.
“How much better is this than a lot of the American and European carriers?” Saint pops his head over his booth and grins at us. “I looked at the best first-class experiences, and this came up as top tier.”
The company is based out of the middle east and known for pure luxury in the air. I’m surprised he didn’t book a private jet, or use his father’s, but sometimes I think Saint likes to see and be seen.
It really is nice, but I wouldn’t know how it compares to other carriers, as I don’t fly as much as these guys. And when I do, I just want to fucking get there. I tend to knock myself out with scotch and valium.
Somehow, having Vani with me makes me less nervous. She’s so damn excited, and it’s infectious. Her eyes are permanently wide as she takes it all in, and her cheeks are flushed.
“You like it, huh?” Saint asks her.
“It’s amazing. Oh, my word. I didn’t know a plane could be this luxurious.”
“They serve the best food. Caviar, if you want it. Unlimited, too.”
I pull a face.Gross. Vani doesn’t seem too sure either.
