Dasan steps against my back, and I feel his lips close to my ear. “You going to keep us in the pew, Coach?” His hand is at my back, both innocent and possessive at the same time.
I blink into my surroundings to find that everyone is beginning to pile into the aisle to follow the couple. Taking a breath to steady my thoughts, I shrug. “Waiting our turn, Dasan. Patience.”
He chuckles. It’s reminiscent of something we share privately.
“You clean up nicely, omega,” he whispers.
My heart races, eyes moving around those close to us. No one heard him, right?
Once again, his deep chuckle meets my ears as he backs away. I feel it trickle down my spine, but the warmth seeps away as he removes his hand from my back.
I glance behind me, meeting his eyes. They shine with fire. A fire all for me. I think my name dances on those flames. I lick my lips, his eyes falling to the motion.
Without saying anything—because that would be dangerous right now—I step into the aisle and blend in with the crowd of white fabric.
CHAPTER 25
DASAN
There’sa fine line between being ridiculous and cautious. We’re going on this vacation together, but doing so is tricky. We don’t drive to the airport together because anyone leaving or coming could recognize us and take note.
We don’t sit together, though we sit close. Shively’s seat is in front of mine, and we act surprised to be on the same plane. It’s stupid and frustrating and amusing at the same time, especially when I tease him and he gives me a warning look.
I’d love to say I had Shively travel in style with a dick collar or cock cage, but I didn’t want him to be mortified going through security. A silicone cock ring on the other hand…
No. I don’t want to hurt his trust, and I don’t want to put him in a spot where he’s upset. Ever. Not like that.
We acted even more surprised that we were on the same connecting plane in L.A. to fly to Kala. We never once mentioned our destination, but since the entire plane is going to Kala, it’s not a secret.
It’s not an enormous plane. There are a hundred and nine seats, I think. This time, Shively is behind me, and I don’t stop peeking at him from around my seat. He smirks, his cheeksturning pink. I tease him via text for the entire flight right up until the resort comes into view.
It’s a very unique experience because I’ve never seen islands being built. Truly, they’re being built. There are barges with dirt and whatever at various places around the already established islands. I’m not even sure which ones are real. Or… natural, I suppose. Obviously the one with the volcano is real.
Either way, it’s enchanting. Gorgeous. It’s filled with green trees, white sandy beaches, black lava rock, and blue water. The sun glistens off the water all around the islands and many landlocked lakes on the islands.
The largest island is Anapos, which is where the airport is. As the plane swings around to align with the runway, I see the cabanas over the sea, boats of all kinds moving between the islands, and an enormous bonfire on the beach.
I start to reach for Shively, almost forgetting that we're not home free yet. My hand brushes his just as someone bumps into me, reminding me where we are, and I pull my hand back. For now. Not for long but for right this second.
We’re escorted off the plane and onto the runway. This isn’t the kind of airport with bridge walks or whatever they’re called. The airport itself looks big enough to house three planes. That’s it. We pause long enough at the first checkpoint to examine our passports and make sure our names are on the guest list, then we’re led through the airport.
Without our bags. Apparently, they’re delivered directly to our rooms after inspection for electronics of any kind. I’m not even sad about it. In fact, I’m kind of excited to unplug for a while.
The room we’re delivered into is the size of a small bedroom. It’s comfortably furnished with chairs, a couch, and a small fridge with a window showing us beverages. What has me most intrigued is all the gay art surrounding us. There are a couplesculptures—one of a massive cock carved out of granite that advertises the dick museum—but mostly we’re looking at art on the walls.
I’m not talking just sexy naked people, either. They’re almost all in various acts of… sensual activity. There’s one of a blow job that I can’t stop staring at. They look so real, like I could just reach out and touch him.
“This is weirdly hypnotic,” Shively says as he steps up beside me and stares at the image.
I nod. “I feel like I could reach in and my hand would go through some magic barrier to touch them.”
“Like a movie.”
“Yeah.” We stare for a minute longer before I turn my attention to him. “Last chance to check in.” Once we leave this room, all electronics are confiscated.
Shively shakes his head. “I’ve already given a phone number to Reno in case of an emergency. The one that’s on the website.”
“That you found while writing your paper.”
