He nodded. “Good.”
And that was all there was to it. As we boarded the plane, the drivers brought suitcases in after us. Mattie shot me a smirk. “I packed for you. Because I’m an awesome friend like that.”
Pulling free from my princes for a beat, I wrapped my arms around her. “You’re the best fucking friend a girl could hope for. I love you.”
She returned my hug with enough force to crack a few ribs. “I love you too.”
The captain’s voice interrupted our moment, telling everyone to take their seats. We all settled into the white captain’s chairs, and in only a few minutes, we were taxiing down the runway.
“One of you’d better spill about where we are going,” I said, crossing my arms.
None of them would say a word though. I was pretty sure Nolan didn’t even know, but as always, he went along with all the plans.
“It’s going to be a long flight,” Rafe told me. “You should get comfortable.”
At that moment I knew our destination wasn’t anywhere in New America, so we were no doubt heading back to the Switzerlands. It really didn’t matter anyway, as long as we were all together.
“Does Wainwright know we won't be at work on Monday?” I asked Mattie.
“Oh yeah,” she said. “He’s been informed not to expect us back for at least a week. Or longer.”
Bubbles of excitement filled my stomach, and I wondered how someone could feel so much happiness from the simplest of things. “This is the best birthday ever,” I said softly. “Thank you all.”
Rafe replied by unbuckling me and hauling me across the aisle into his lap. “Get some sleep, baby,” he murmured, sliding his nose along my jaw. “You’re going to need it.”
Fuck. Yeah, I wasn't getting any sleep now.
As my body ached for release, I squirmed on his lap, and he wrapped a strong arm around me. “Stop moving, princess, or you’re going to give everyone here a little show.”
“Two tickets to the show!” Nolan shouted from a few seats back.
I leaned out into the aisle to see him. “Two?”
He shrugged. “One ticket just sounds so lonely.”
I snorted as Rafe hauled me back into his lap. This time I settled down against him, sighing at how much I loved being in his arms. The only way this would be better was if Jordan were with us, but I’d switch out soon enough.
At some point we all fell asleep, waking up to sunshine and the captain announcing we were landing. Getting off Rafe’s lap, I stretched, and as hungry eyes captured my attention, I smirked at Jordan. “Going to tell me where we are yet?”
He returned that smirk with one of his own. “You’re about to find out…”
* * *
White sand beaches,crystal clear, aqua waters, and the most perfect, white beach mansion that I’d ever seen. “I don’t understand,” I whispered, standing there in my black dress after having flown across the world and taken a car and then boat ride until we’d ended up here.
“We bought an island,” Rafe said on my right side.
“A place for the three of us to meet and have complete privacy,” Jordan added from my left.
“This is the absolute fucking bomb,” Mattie exclaimed, already stripping off her clothing so she was clad only in her underwear before running into the ocean.
As the sun beat relentlessly down on us, I was starting to think she had the right idea. With a quick tug on my zipper, I stripped my dress off, leaving me in my bra and thong.
Nolan’s hands wrapped around my waist as he hauled me over his shoulder, all but sprinting across the sand to throw us both into the water. We hadn’t stepped inside the house yet—our bags were all still sitting in the sand—but none of us gave a shit.
“Come on,” I shouted to the guys. “Get in here.”
In sync, Rafe and Jordan, who had both changed into more casual clothing on the plane, reached up and gripped the backs of their shirts, slowly pulling them up over their heads. As their bronze abs and broad shoulders came into view, I was actually panting.
