Saint sighs. “You’re both philistines. It’s delicious.”
“It’s not,” Lex mumbles from his seat.
I look around my space, taking in the ottoman seat opposite my huge leather chair, and the shelf beside me. There’s a table that folds out over the seat, and the seat can be converted into a bed.
“The bathrooms are big, too, and there’s a shower room.” Saint waggles his brows comically at Vani.
She lifts hers in return. “Is that right?”
Soon, we’re ready for take-off and taxiing down the runway. That moment when the plane becomes airborne always makes me light-headed and a bit sick, so I close my eyes until we’re in the air.
The start of the flight passes in a blur. We’re offered the choice of water, orange juice, or more champagne. Toiletry bags are handed out, and news and magazine reading apps are offered. Vani takes a toiletry bag and exclaims over all the miniatures inside.
It makes me realize how different her world really was from the twins, and even mine. Her father is rich as fuck, and his motorcycle club is a hugely impenetrable and successful operation. I know because I looked into him and his club when I fell for Vani. I always do my homework. But MCs are different than the way our families in the mafia world tend to work.
They’re rougher, and tougher, and they don’t do shit like traveling to Europe first class, or not as a general rule.
I love that this is such a treat for her. We’ve not let her see any pictures of the house yet, or told her the name of it because we didn’t want her searching it online, but Saint chose it, and even though I’m not normally impressed by that shit, I have to say it’s fucking awesome. The bathroom alone is insane, and I can’t wait to get Vani naked in the huge walk-in shower, and fuck her ass, while Saint takes her pussy, and Lex uses her mouth.
I smirk to myself. I’m such a romantic these days.
Now, I’m getting hard—something that is obvious with these damned gray sweatpants. I don’t mind, as it’s distracting me from my anxiety at the flight, but I don’t want to let a good erection go to waste.
Didn’t Saint say there was a shower room on this flying metal death trap?
An idea forms in my mind. There won’t be room for all of us, but we don’t always share Vani at the same time. Sometimes, we take a solo turn with her, and it’s been a while since I claimed mine.
Glancing at her, she catches my eye, and I throw her a wink. Her cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. It amazes me that I can still make the girl blush. We’ve been at this for some time now, and yet, she always reacts to us as if it’s still the first month we got together. I find that so fucking horny.
Once we can leave our seats, want to go explore?I sign.
She nods and mouths,Sure.Then she blows me a kiss and, because I’m gone for her, I pretend to catch it like a total dork. She giggles and snuggles down in her seat.
Twenty minutes later, the twins are deep into watching some mindless movie, and the cabin lights have been dimmed, so I make my move. I take off my seatbelt, stand, and pull back the half door on my cabin. You can close the curtains to getfull privacy, but each cabin comes with a small door that slides across to meet a wall, both of which are about three feet high. The back and front of the cabin are ceiling height, and each one has a window to look out of. Not that you can see much in the dark, and that suits me fine.
There are only eight cabins in total in this part of the plane, so we need to be casual about this, as there are two flight attendants for those seats, which means they don’t have a hell of a lot to do. Particularly as the four that are not ours all have their curtains drawn. The sensible people are sleeping or at least trying to.
I’m too jacked up to do that, though. I glance at the attendants’ area and see they are both busy doing things in the fridges down there. Luckily, their little area with all the food and drinks is at the opposite end of the cabin from the two bathrooms and the shower room. I walk to one end of the cabin and back as if I’m stretching my legs, then head to the bathrooms. I pull open the door of the shower room and check it’s big enough for what I have in mind.
With a grin, I decide it’s plenty roomy enough.
Perfect.
I head back to Vani, grab her wash bag, and hold out my other hand. She takes it eagerly, and I lead her to the back of the cabin.
Neither of the twins notices, so engaged are they in the mindless movie they’re watching. That suits me because I want this girl all to myself for a while.
I open the shower room door, pull Vani inside, and then lock it.
Turning to her I sign.
Want to have some fun?
CHAPTER 3
Vani
Zane slidesthe door shut and locks it with a click that resounds in the sparse space.
