32. Arlo
“Mr. Judge?” Sana’s voice filters through the cabin door.
I hold a finger up to my screen and the other person on the virtual meeting. “Yes?”
“Your guests have pulled onto the tarmac.”
“Thank you, Sana. I’ll be out shortly.”
“Yes, sir,” my pilot says before retreating.
I access the clock and find they’re early, which is a good sign. It’s also inconvenient. I was hoping for a breakthrough in the next ten minutes.
“Don’t rush the process, Mr. Judge.” My therapist steeples his fingers on his thick oak desk. “These things take time. Especially when they’ve been repressed for so long.”
Gee. Thanks. For nothing.
“That’s not what I want to hear.” I grind my molars.
“You don’t pay me to tell you what you want to hear but what you need to hear.” I pull the horn-rimmed glasses from my face. “Trust the process.”
I nod. “I have to go.”
“I’ll see you Monday in the office.”
Again, I nod and end the meeting.
Things were going so well. Our date was amazing. Waking every day with the two of them wrapped around me could only be made better if we were in our forever home, together forever.
When we were fucking around last night before bed, and I froze up with him behind me. Again . He felt it. Hailey felt it.
How can I have him if I can’t let him have me?
I’ve told him a dozen times or more that I’m ready for him to own me. Time and again, he hasn’t because he knows I’m not truly ready.
I hate myself for the demon I can’t quite face.
“Honey, we’re home!” Hailey hollers from the entrance. A smile pulls at my stubborn lips.
I shove from my desk and exit the small office of my plane to find two hockey groupies have body-snatched my lovers. They have Rangers beanies on their heads, jerseys on their backs, and large foam fingers in one hand and flappers in the other.
“What in the world?” My laugh surprises me. It shouldn’t. It’s what these two do to me.
“Do you like?” My siren pirouettes, displaying her getup with pride. “We’re going into enemy territory. We have to be prepared.” She grabs Hota by the strap across his chest and pulls him along. “Don’t worry. We brought you a jersey, a beanie, and a foam finger. I didn’t have another flapper, but I have the next best thing.” She squints her nose. “Maybe even better. A Rangers cowbell.”
“Am I going to need hearing aids after this game?” I chuckle.
“Maybe.” She grins.
“We can stop by the gift shop and get you some of those ear muffs they put on babies at loud events.” Hota smirks.
“Always taking care of me, Daddy.” I wink, feeling lighter than I have in the past several days.
“Ooh!” Hailey’s eyes glitter. “A daddy kink. I could get on board with that,” she says, running her hand up Hota’s chest.
Something heavy passes over his face, but he pushes it away and smacks her ass. “Go get him dressed so we can fly.” He pulls the bag off his broad chest and hands it to Hailey. “We’re not missing this game, not even for a little fun time.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She pouts but takes the bag and practically skips toward me.
Sana and Sigrid enter the main cabin from their final check of the exterior. Sana heads toward the cockpit while Sigrid greets our newest arrivals. “What can I get you to drink before takeoff?”
“Oooh! Three black Russians, please Siggy?” Hailey begs while simultaneously shoving me toward the bedroom. “We’re going to a hockey game.”
“I see that.” Sigrid’s white teeth shine bright. “Get him ready as quickly as you can. We have to take off in fifteen minutes.”
“She means no funny business.” Sana hollers from the cockpit. “Or if it’s funny, make it fast.”
The whole plane fills with laughter. My demons feel far away right now. I hurry into the room and shuck my suit as quickly as I can while Hailey shuts the door, and her bag vomits white, red, and blue all over the bed.
“I felt like I needed to make up for us missing the game last weekend.” She grimaces at the mound of Rangers paraphernalia. “It’s a bit much, isn’t it?”
I grab her wrist and pull her to my bare chest. Her skin on mine soothes me in a way that is still foreign, even after all these weeks. It’s a high no amount of money or drugs can replace.
“It’s not too much, and there’s nothing to make up. Though I’m pretty sure you made up for this and about five years’ worth of things with Hota the other night.” I pull her face from my chest and stare into her stunning eyes. They’re home to me.
Her lips curve. “I did. Didn’t I?”
“Yes.” My cock goes hard remembering the way she rode Hota like he was her steed and she was one of the four horsemen. I kiss her cheeks. “You can’t control when a patient has an emergency. Next time, it might be a business emergency that ruins our plans. You won’t hold it against me.”
“No.” Her lips kiss the center of my chest. “I might pout, though.”
“You’re cute when you pout.” I smack her butt and groan when it jiggles. “Give me my costume before I pin you to the door, and Hota breaks it down trying to get in for the show.”
Her lip plumps, affirming my statement. “Fine, but it would be worth missing the game for that.” She grabs a jersey from the heap and turns on me. Her cheeks puff. “It’s not a costume. It’s team spirit.”
“My apologies.” I’m about to ask if there’s a shirt and pants to go under my costume when the door opens.
Hota steps into the doorway. “Sana sent me to make sure you two weren’t fucking.”
“A miscalculation on her part.” Hailey grabs his jersey, tugs him inside, and slams the door. “Now we’ll just take longer.”
She jumps into his arms, wraps her legs around his middle, and reaches back for me. I toss the jersey aside and pull them into my arms. Hota crashes his mouth to Hailey’s, while his hands grip my back and shoulder, holding me close.
Hailey is mashed between us. Her little mewls of delight fill the small room that has a bed and a narrow walking space at the foot with a closet big enough for a few suits.
This is heaven. I’ve had the same thought throughout the week spent crashing in Hota’s bed.
A firm knock sounds at the door. “Mr. Judge, we’re ready to fly. We must start our taxi in four minutes if we’re to get to our destination on time,” Sana reports. “And Hota?”
He clears his throat. “Yes?”
“You could’ve just told me it wouldn’t help to send you on this errand.” Sana huffs.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Hota chuckles.
“Dressed and buckled in a seat, or we wait for the next window to leave, which is in four hours and after the event you plan to attend,” Sana says before stalking away.
“She’s not afraid of you,” Hailey says over her shoulder. “I like that.”
I squeeze her thigh with one hand and Hota’s ass with the other. “I don’t.”
Hailey wiggles down and grabs a pair of pants and a shirt from the pile. “Here, these should fit. They’re lover boy’s,” she says, hiking a thumb at Hota.
I grab them, bury my face in them, and inhale. “Great.” My groan rumbles through my chest. “They smell like you.”
“What’s wrong with that?” He hikes a brow.
“I’ll be hard all damn night.” I shove my feet in the leg holes and pull them up, struggling to fit them over my inflated cock. “See.”
“How is that different from any other night in recent memory?” He hikes a brow.
“It’s not.” I shove my arms through a long-sleeved T-shirt that smells like him too. “Oh fuck. Is it okay if I come in your pants?”
“Only if I’m wearing them.” He winks and heads out into the main cabin like a good boy, but he’s oh-so bad.
Hailey and I both moan.