“Don’t move.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I just lay my cheek on the counter and breathe deeply.
When he returns, I feel something cool hit my sensitive hole and realize he’s plugging me. Keeping part of him inside me. For as long as I can keep him there, I will.
He stares at it for a long minute before pulling me into him and using a towel to wipe me up.
“Go sit down. Rest. We have thirty minutes before we land.”
I stare up at him, and his eyes dip to my lips.
“My Bane,” he whispers.
That makes my heart flutter, and I make my way back to my seat. It’s only when I’m seated, the plug pushed against my prostate deliciously, that I realize I’m naked. Not that I care. Jax and Kit are bent toward one another, talking lowly, and Casey is still asleep.
Which means I can sit here and get hard, waiting for Georgiy to make an appearance.
He does several minutes later, the Fleshlight and lube in one hand, my clothes in the other.
He puts the items away and then helps me dress, kneeling between my legs and making my cock stand at attention. It wants his mouth on me.
“Not now,” he says, a promise in his eyes.
He does lean forward and press a kiss to the tip, making me moan so loudly, I swear the pilots hear it.
But the plane keeps on toward the destination, toward something I don’t fully understand. And despite the distractions Georgiy has given me and my ass, something still nags at me. A tingling in my fingers, a twitch in my eye. I glance out the window and see the bay and the city below us.
There’s something there that I can’t quite grasp. Something that feels incredibly wrong. I don’t know what it is, but the longer I look, the worse it gets.
And when we land, I feel like I should remember, should know what it is that nags me, but I can’t quite figure it out. It’s elusive, hiding. Just like I did when I was buried alive, left to carve out space to survive.
And I begin to worry that when I finally realize what it is, it will be too late. And that if someone gets hurt, it would be all my fault.
When we finally depart the plane, the sky overcast and foggy, Georgiy presses his hand to my lower back and leads me to the waiting car.
“What’s wrong? You look worried,” he says, taking in my suddenly somber mood.
He’s right—the closer we get, the worse the doom becomes.
It’s so bad that my mind is fuzzy, my eyes slightly unfocused. But I just try to push it away. Everything over the past few days has been a lot, and I think it’s getting to me.
“Just feeling weird,” I say, looking around.
“You’re ill?”
“No, just…a weird feeling in my stomach.”
He rubs my abdomen, and I lean into him, his touch soothing something inside me.
Casey slides into the driver’s seat, the eye mask he was wearing on the flight pushed up over his forehead and sitting messily in his hair.
“Fuck, I love it up here,” he murmurs as Kit moves into the passenger seat, buckling in. Casey places his arm across the passenger seat, squeezing Kit’s shoulder slightly. It lingers as well, making Jax glower, his fists curled on his thighs, his eyebrows lowered.
He’s upset, and I can’t have that.
“Don’t worry, Jax. Kit wants to fuckyou. Or be fucked by you. I dunno,” I whisper, a little too loudly, but maybe that’s the whole point. Maybe I want them to hear it and to think about it. So I can take a little peek and watch.
I would really want to watch.
