I tried to laugh, but it came out strangled. “Is that…not what you’re supposed to do?”
His mouth tugged into the kind of smile that made my chest loosen a fraction. “Come here.”
“But we’re taking off?—”
“We’ll be fine,” he murmured. “Come on.”
My breath hitched, though the fear didn’t let go completely. He stood and offered his hand, big, warm, and steady. I took it like a lifeboat in a shipwreck.
Devin led me down a short hallway, the hum of the engines vibrating through the floor as we moved. “The bedroom’s quieter,” he explained. “And I think you could use…something else to focus on.”
The moment he shut the door behind us, sound softened, like we were in our own little cocoon. I let out a shaky exhale as I looked around the small, though no less luxurious space.
It was mostly a huge mattress, white sheets, and a fluffy duvet, the overhead lighting warm enough to mimic candlelight.
Devin was too big for the space, having to hunch a little to really fit, but somehow that closeness grounded me.
He pulled me into his arms, and I could really breathe.
Devin held me tight for a while, easing me down to sit on the mattress with him in a firm cradle, surrounded by his perfectly sculpted arms.
Then he pulled back to look at me, cupping the side of my face with a gentleness that felt like…I couldn’t name it. Not yet.
“Hey,” he murmured again, that rough rumbling voice so comforting to me after such a short time, “you’re safe. You’re okay. All we want, all three of us, is to keep you safe.”
My throat tightened. “I know. I just…the flying. The danger of it all. It’s…new, just like everything lately. I don’t know how to do any of this.”
“You don’t have to know.” That devastating tilt to his lips settled in, warming me even as I felt the jostling, the angular ascent of the plane. I held tighter to him as his voice grounded me. “You just have to let me take care of you, Frankie.”
When his arms came around me more fully, wrapping me up in his decadent musky scent, I relaxed against him at last, burying my face into his hard chest.
His heartbeat was steady, sure.
It was everything I wasn’t. Everything I needed right now.
As his hands slid lower, his mouth brushing my temple, the nervous adrenaline in my body began to shift into something warmer, deeper, unmistakably alluring. I melted into his embrace.
Devin usually kissed me like a man starved. Like he was bad, and he knew it, and every kiss was an opportunity to prove himself. But now, in the wake of my stress, he imbued it with a tenderness that somehow fit his quick-to-smile, quicker-to-laugh persona even more than the irreverent bad boy act did.
There was softness in his touch as he guided me back onto the bed, as his hands slid up under my shirt to find my breasts. It felt wonderful.
Normal.
Like I was a regular girl with her regular boyfriend, fooling around. Preparing to connect in the way two people who cared about and understood one another could.
“Frankie,” Devin sighed into my ear as he massaged my breast, worrying the nipple between his thumb and forefinger in a waythat made me sigh. “You’re going to be safe now, okay? Just let us take care of you. Let me take care of you.”
I didn’t have time to think, to have any silly doubts, before Devin was sliding down my body.
When he stripped me of my leggings and panties, he found my pussy already waiting for him, wet and flushed and needy.
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he relished the musk. “God, this pussy’ll haunt my dreams, angel. You’ve got the perfect one. I’d eat it as my last meal.”
I blushed from his words, then his mouth covered my sensitive flesh, and I blushed for an entirely different reason.
Devin didn’t cease making his tongue swirl and flick and tease me until I was panting, two orgasms down and needier for his cock than I’d ever been for anything.
I had to pull him up by his ears, his hair buzzed too short, to get him to stop. When he pulled back, grinning, the lower half of his face was slick and shiny, and I couldn’t help but moan at the sight.
