I relaxed when he kissed me. It was a soft brush of his lips to mine, but it was enough to stop me from pestering him.
“Do that again, and I won’t ask any more questions for an hour.”
He chuckled, and I swore the sound was an aphrodisiac. It caused my pussy to pulse with need and my skin to tingle.
“We’ll kiss you as much as you want,” he whispered near my ear, “wherever you want in just a few minutes.”
Wherever? Now that was seriously promising.
I nodded as I dramatically clamped my lips shut, letting him know I was fully on board with that plan.
Fifteen minutes later, I was no longer on board with that plan.
“Where are we going?” I insisted, peering out the window of the private jet now soaring into the sky.
I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him.
“And if you tell me it’s a surprise, I’m going to knee you in the balls.”
Jinx was sitting beside me, and he took my hand, linking our fingers. I wanted to jerk my hand away like a petulant child, but I liked that he was touching me. I liked it too much, in fact. So I pursed my lips and stared at Rule.
“We’re going to Vegas,” he finally said, probably because he could see the steam coming from my ears.
“Vegas?” I looked at Jinx, then back to Rule. “Why in God’s name would you want to go to Vegas? We’re already married, Rule.”
His eyes glittered with heat. I’d noticed they did that whenever I brought up the fact we were married. He liked that we were. I’d go so far as to say he thought it was hot that we were.
He wasn’t wrong. Even I could see the appeal of our abrupt nuptials. It’d been exactly two months and two weeks since we tied the knot in Rule’s backyard. Seventy-five days since my mother killed two of her lovers, and Rule came to her rescue. Thanks to Rule and Jinx, I hadn’t spent all that time terrified that the police would come to my door wanting the truth about what happened that night. I was doing my best to pretend it had been a nightmare. That was easier to do now that the media had stopped delving into all the reasons why a woman would want to kill her husband and take her own life—something that never actually happened. Because, like everything else in life, the news had a cycle, and it churned quickly.
“What’s in Vegas?” I asked when I was sure I wouldn’t spit an acerbic comment at Rule.
He met my gaze and held it for several heartbeats. “Answers.”
I turned my attention out the window. I didn’t have to ask what he was referring to. I knew it had to do with who my father was. Rule seemed to think that beneath my denial, I wanted to know. He should’ve realized I preferred to be left in the dark. It was the reason I didn’t want to know the truth about my mother and the hand she had in my kidnapping. From my experience, the truth hurt, and I’d had more than enough pain in my life. I liked my new life. The one I spent with Rule and Jinx, taking advantage of their sexual prowess and their hunger for me, going through each day utterly oblivious to the truth.
It was working for me.
And as long as I repeated it, eventually, I would believe it.
“If there are no questions, there should be no answers,” I muttered.
Jinx squeezed my hand, and I glanced over at him. The sympathy I saw on his face pissed me off, but I was too angry to do anything about it. I knew he meant well. If Rule were the one looking at me like that, perhaps I would’ve punched him in the nose, but I knew Jinx truly cared about me.
With a flop against the seat, I huffed, ensuring they both knew how against this trip I really was.
Not that they cared.
* * *
Rule
And here I thought I would spendthe entire flight giving Laikyn details about who her father was.
I should’ve known she would ice me out.
It was my fault. She told me she didn’t want to know, and for reasons I didn’t want to look too closely at, I thought she deserved to know. Who wouldn’t want to know who their parents were?
Evidently, not everyone was as damaged as I was. Not everyone wanted to know who could dump their two-year-old child off in the lobby of a police station and not look back. But that was my cross to bear, not hers. She had a family growing up. I’d had no one.
