Using my free hand, I turn her face to look at me. The best thing in the world is watching her come, barely beating out the taste of her when she does.
When I gently press my lips on hers, I pull out my fingers. She looks at me with her hooded gaze, watching me bring my fingers to my mouth and suck her off of them. She mouths I love you, then looks just to my right and her eyes widen with a mixture of looks.
I follow her gaze and nearly pass the fuck out. Staring wide-eyed, sucking on a pacifier, is a one-ish year old on their mother’s lap, eyes locked on us.
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath.
Everlee smacks my arm like the kid can one, either hear me, or two, read my lips. And would that be worse than what they just saw? The blanket shifts as Jax pulls his hand out, following our gaze, and lets out a low chuckle. Clearly, he’s not as concerned about damaging the child as much as I am.
When I turn to my left, Knox and Callum are staring at us in disbelief. I smile, shrug my shoulders, then stick my fingers back in my mouth. Knox’s eyes squint to narrow slits as he silently thrusts his fists in the air and Callum just stares at us, before perking his brow up, then glancing at my massive boner that is threatening to rip a hole in my pants. I thought it would be a good idea to wear my Fair Harbor bathing suit as shorts, because it’s light, comfortable, and I’d be ready to go as soon as we get to the house, but now I’m regretting it. The inner liner feels like a vice grip on my cock.
Torn between trying to have blue balls or go to the bathroom to relieve myself, I glance down the aisle behind me. Seven rows. Row 23.
Fuck.
A moment later, an over eager hand is in the air waving at me.
Lizzy.
How and why in the fuck does she have to be on the same damn row as the bathroom? Who picks that row? I know she had to because there are several sets of open seats all over this damn plane, but no. She had to pick that row, like she knew something was going to happen on the plane and wanted to catch us.
Ugh. She has like Everlee pussy vision or some shit.
Rubbing my hand over my face, I calm down. I don’t think she sat on that row to catch us, it just FUCKING SUCKS!
I flip my hand in the air, waving back.
“Is everything ok?” Jax asks, leaning across Everlee. I don’t miss the fact he has a smirk on his face and currently has his hand between her legs, teasing her. He’s playing with fire, because she has no qualms, playing right back.
But I guess mister window seat doesn’t care if he has a cock working his way up his chest, does he?
I puff out of my mouth three times and move to stand at the same time the flight attendants start pushing the snack and beverage cart down the aisle.
“For fuck’s sake.”
Jax takes the balled up blanket on Everlee’s lap and lays it over mine. “You look cold.”
“Thanks, ass.”
He lets out a low chuckle with that delicious fucking grin he has, and our eyes lock.
I need to look away, but I can’t.
Everlee, being the angel, fucking angel, fucking kinky ass pro-love angel she is, takes each of our hands and makes Jax and I grab hands before she puts her hand over both of ours.
Jax fights her at first, but then intertwines his fingers with mine.
Not. Helping. The. Raging. Boner.
Why is he letting her do this?
His hands feel rough and calloused, although mine probably don’t feel any better. When I look in his direction, I see him looking out of the window again, while Everlee rubs circles onto the back of our hands.
The cart is a few rows behind us, so I slip my hand out of Jax and Everlee’s and rub them on my pants, urging my boner to go down.
Callum crooks his finger at me and leans across the aisle. “I’ve watched you suffer long enough. Think of something disgusting or flex your muscles. Thigh muscles, arm muscles, all the above… flexing your muscles will help you get rid of your boner. It will send your blood to those muscles.”
Oh, thank God. I flex my thigh muscles and arms for good measure, looking like I’m trying to hulk out and don’t feel anything happening. Glancing back over at Callum to see if he was just bullshitting me, I see him watching me, but not laughing. He didn’t say how long this would take.
