She huffed but her arms tunneled around my waistand she hugged me. Tightly. So fucking tightly that it felt like she never wanted to let go of me.
AndInever wanted her to.
“What’s going on? Why’s Kitty crying?” Neev, after having watched our byplay, finally demanded, hands on her hips as she faced me down like she didn’t weigh one-twenty soaking wet and wasn’t as pint-sized as her sibling.
“We have to make an emergency landing,” I soothed.
Concentrating on them helped me compartmentalize my own fears. I’d admit, I was concerned too.
Not because of the issues with the plane. Hell, this shit happened more often than people talked about. And if it was my time to die, then it was my time to die.
But this was not Kitty’s fucking time to die.
I would not goddamn allow it.
And if this was another bullshit attempt at a kidnapping, I’d blow the pilot’s brains out and fuck his skull with my gun.
Raisin bit her lip. “I’m beginning to think our girls’ weekend is cursed.”
“Ya think?” Kitty’s arms tightened around me to the point of pain.
“All will be well.”
“You don’t know that, Stan!” Neev groused.
“Sure I do.”
“Private jets crash all the?—”
“Neev!” Raisin hissed when Kitty sobbed in terror.
I glowered at the younger woman. “Neev, go and sit your ass down, would you? We’ll be landing soon enough and I don’t want you upsetting your sister any more than you already have.”
Though she harrumphed and stomped off, Raisin hovered.
“She’s fine with me.”
But she still hovered. “Kitty?”
“It’ll be okay, Raisin,” she mumbled against my throat, where I could feel her tears saturating my beard and collar.
I shot her a look, tried to imbue it with my control over the situation and my feelings for her sister.
I had no way of knowing which sealed the deal, but Raisin slouched off too, tension making her shoulders bunch up.
While Neev and Kitty had focused on our mechanical problems, I had a feeling Raisin knew I was talking out of my ass.
Pressing a kiss to Kitty’s head, I took a calculated risk. “If we were alone, I’d put you on your knees and fill your mouth with my cock, baby girl.” She stilled. “Then, you’d only have to think about holding me in there. Nothing else to worry about. Only that.”
A soft breath whooshed from her lungs.
“Want me to take your mind off things?” I continued softly. “You’ll have to be quiet. Have to assume your sisters will head up front to find out why you’re screaming…”
She squirmed on my lap. “You’d make me scream?”
“I wouldn’t stop until you did. Until you were making me deaf in at least one ear.”
Her snort turned into a giggle, allowing me to relax back into the plush, cream leather seat.
