Love Thief: The Greystone Family: Stolen Hearts

Chapter 7

Chapter

Seven

My sons can’t make Vegas. Everyone decides it’s too tight a schedule and if anything goes wrong, they’ll miss the exams. And to be honest, Evie is like a cat on a hot tin roof over getting them back in time. I want her to enjoy Vegas, not be worrying over getting back before we’ve even gone. They were at the “real” wedding and they’ve seen and done Vegas already, so that little bit of stress is sorted.

To everyone on the outside, it’s simply rock stars on tour, a cameo at a big boxing night, easy pay day, blah, blah, blah. The paps have been tipped off, and all the band are up for a jaunt, Vegas style. The remaining two women of the entourage who survived the cull are coming with us and Levi and Becky will meet us there. Kenny has volunteered himself and Grace to come to support us at the gig. Not sure how Evie is going to manage not telling her anything before the wedding.

Attempting to be on my best behaviour, I’m super polite to everyone, even making sure all the girls are okay when we get on the plane. Mick gets all the guys set, and then helps Tommy who is trying to corral all the women into the right seats. I’m no help whatsoever as I can’t keep my eyes off my wife. No way am I going to last nearly eleven hours cooped up not touching her. She’s not even wearing anything super sexy, opting for casual clothes—shorts, flip flops, a T-shirt and I think some sort of halter neck top underneath—and I’m still panting after her.

Evie starts to shiver and her nipples are sticking out of the soft T-shirt. I can see Xander nearly gulping down his drink as she goes past to grab a blanket.

I whack him on the back of his head really hard. “Stop eye fucking her,” I command into his ear.

He laughs at me. “Not a chance.”

We start early on the whiskey and Evie pulls out some of Marshall”s special brew. “Fuck me, we’re gonna die on this flight,” I say to them all as I pour them large measures.

All the girls seem to be getting on, with Evie playing nice even with Gabe’s two—Tiff and Bells. They’re all drinking some other whiskey she’s brought just for them.

Shoving me away as I try to get at it, she barks, “Drink your own.” Not long after, they’re laughing like hyenas, and looking at some shitty magazines.

Not long after takeoff, we get into a card game which gets more ridiculous the more drinks we have. Xander, who is totally shit at cards anyway, is down about ten grand and we’ve only been in the air a few hours.

I send occasional glances Evie’s way and watch as she gets more and more flushed. My cock is aching to get to her, but the plan is to restrain myself on the flight; a bit of flirting, but nothing major, build it up. The only issue with that is I’ve never been one for the slow build up, especially not where she’s concerned.

Clearly bored, and whilst the others try to get a bit of sleep, she wanders over to our game. Xander, who is still on his losing streak, makes a grab for her before she can get to me. “Sit with me and bring me luck.” He pats his thigh and she looks over at me.

I just smile at her, tamping down my urge to pull her to me, my blood fizzing in anticipation of her being near.

Xander nods at me as she hops onto his thigh and falls into his lap, leaning back into him to look at his cards. She takes in the cards that have gone already, smirks at me, and whispers into Xan’s ear.

“That’s not fair,” Kenny pipes up, “you’re helping him.”

”Of course I am. He needs all the help he can get, by the looks of it,” she retorts.

“If he loses, he’ll be miserable all the time we’re in Vegas,” puts in Gabe.

I see the look pass between her and Xan. The fuckers are cooking it up. They always teamed up at cards when we were young, otherwise Xan used to start fights with her brothers.

Her face is flushed and Xander’s is getting redder with each whisper in his ear.

“Phew, it”s getting hot. Xan, you’re like an oven,” she says leaning onto him before suddenly sitting up and whipping off her T-shirt.

Fucking hell. My cock is standing to full attention, and I want to touch her stomach and tits. They’re held in by some white halter-neck crop-top that’s tied behind her neck. Xan nearly falls off his seat, and when he grabs her to stop her falling sideways, her tits jiggle in the top. Apparently she’s no longer hot. Her nipples are proudly standing out, and she looks directly at me and smirks.

Witch. She knows that none of them will be able to concentrate. Clearly in control, exactly where she likes to be, she picks the card for Xan and puts her arm around the back of his head, rubbing his hair, but she’s looking at me whilst she does it.

I get the message loud and clear. ”This is what I want to do to you,” she’s telling me with her eyes. She is going to fucking kill me.

Xan manages to put his card down, Gabe and Kenny fold, and she raises her eyebrows at me, and waits. Fuck this.

I chuck my cards in. Xander cheers and hugs her, moving her hair from her face and holding it in his hands.

Swooping in, I pull her out of his lap and into my chest. “You fucking cheated.”

“How? Did I have cards up my sleeve? Did we Xan?”

He looks innocently up at me. “No, Kell, no cheating.” He’s grinning like a fool.

She trails her fingertips across the back of my neck and I pounce, grabbing her around the back of her neck and pulling her into me, kissing the fucking life out of her before moving my head down towards her tits. I’m right next to Xan, bending her over backwards.

“Fuck,” he breathes out.

“Another hand and more drinks,” I say, righting her.

She laughs. “Want to lose more money to us? Bring it on, boyz.”

“Don’t leave me, Evie. Stay with me, don”t go to his team,” Xan pouts at her, patting his thigh again and grinning at me. She takes a seat and the pair of them wipe the floor with us over the next hour.

Gabe is drooling by the end of it, totally staring at her tits, and Kenny has woken Grace to sit with him, his hand wandering up her dress.

“Have we won enough yet?” she asks Xander.

“Yep, in profit, Kitten. You can put your T-shirt back on now.” They start to laugh together with tears rolling down their faces.

“Bastards.” I point at them.

Evie smirks. “Everyday, suckers.”

The laugh dies on her lips as I stand and pull my T-shirt off over my head. Grace makes a moaning noise next to me like she’s about to faint.

“Are we getting naked?” asks Xan, excitedly pulling his T-shirt off. “I love naked card games. Remember the one on those islands in the Caribbean, Marcus? You had bruises for weeks from all the sucking they did to you.”

“No way,” Evie says, staring at me.

I can see she can’t concentrate on the cards now. “Just evening up the playing field, Kitten.”

Poor Gabe has gone into overdrive, what with Evie’s tits and my torso, he’s practically coming in his jeans. He stands and says, “I’m out,” wakes the two girls and disappears into the bedroom at the back of the plane with them.

Turning away from me, Evie purrs, “Have a taste of Marsh’s lady whiskey.” She watches Xan as he drinks some out of her glass. They are totally flirting and I am going to fucking kill him.

I take the glass out of his hand, looking at her from under my eyelashes, and she watches me, unblinking. She can’t take her eyes off my body.

Kenny and Grace get up and move away. We don’t hear what they say, but you could cut the electricity and sexual tension with a knife.

So much for my slow build up.

“Your move,” I say to them both.

Evie breaks into a smile and turns to Xan, swiping her nails over his nipple piercing, pulling on it as she goes. He makes a strangled noise and closes his eyes. She’s playing with fucking fire.

He looks at me, and I key in on his hand splayed out on her back, touching her skin. Fuck I want that, I want that velvet softness under me.

“Another hand then, double or quits,” she says, fucking typical Greystone has to win at all costs. I know she’ll up the ante with Xan, and I don’t think he’ll survive this round.

But I say to them, “I’ll play if you do. You know I like to play.”

Xander has his eyes shut as she moves back further, leaning harder into his body, and as the hand progresses, she moves around on his lap. Xan looks ready to cry or throw her down on the plane and fuck her, I’m not sure which.

She places her hands around her neck and adjusts the strap on her top, as if it’s coming off. I stop, my brain misfiring with the cards I have. No way, she won’t, she wouldn’t flash me.

And she so fucking does.

Xander gets an eyeful and lets his head drop back to his shoulders, groaning out loud.

I stand, throw my cards down and pick her up. “Fuck, Kitten,” I growl at her.

“I win,” she laughs, and kisses me.

I carry her into the front seats, away from everyone else, sit her facing me on my knees, and pull that fucking halter top down. My eyes nearly bug out of my head at the vision in front of me. Creamy soft tits, skin smooth and inviting. Nipples hard and erect, leading her body in the direction she wants to go. Towards me, yeah, calling me home. I’m like a rabbit in the headlights.

Her scent wafts up my nostrils, and my cock hardens. It’s giving her tits its full salute. Underneath the perfume, it’s all her, rose and summer rain. Then her arousal hits me and my senses go haywire, my brain short circuits. But I need to keep it together, she’s had a lot to drink.

She pushes her tits towards my hungry mouth and my intentions to hold back fly out the window.

I’m licking my lips in anticipation, salivating over the taste of her. The first lick is heaven. I close my eyes savouring it. She can hardly wait for the next gentle swipe of my tongue, squirming directly over my cock, trying to get herself off on my jeans.

I smirk. “Naughty Kitten,” I chastise her as I rub my face along the soft skin at the side of her tits.

She growls at me, and I almost come in my jeans. Fuck me the woman is pure sex.

I take one of her tits into my mouth, biting gently down on the nipple, grazing it with my teeth as I pull back before moving to the other side. She pushes it further in, and groans into my ear.

“Don’t put your top on, it’s divine,” Evie purrs at me. She’s touching me everywhere, all over my body. Massaging light feathery touches.

I’m sucking and biting at her, I want her to come from this alone. She looks drunk, and while she may be from the whiskey, I am from her.

Holding her head, her hair wild around it, I whisper, “You’ve had a lot to drink. I’m going to make you wait ‘til we get to Vegas. I want you to think about all the things I’m going to do to you. And I’m definitely gonna spank you, Kitten, for the top stunt.”

“Yesss,” she whispers back into my ears, grinding herself onto my jean-clad cock.

I don’t think she knows what she’s saying yes to. I nearly think fuck it and do it here, but I know others will be watching and, while she’s not bothered now, she may be later. So much for taking it easy. The cat is well and truly out that we are with each other in some capacity.

I look around and smile to myself. I watch as Xan, who is clearly on his way to the bedroom, is stopped by Kenny and Grace. Not one to miss an opportunity, Xan settles in with them, telling Kenny what to do to Grace, who has also been at the whiskey. They need to cut her off. It’ll be a true mess if she gets much further into that bottle.

I cannot believe I am the most rational person on this plane.

“Grace is with both Kenny and Xander,” I tell Evie.

This seems to bring her out of her haze, and she pops her head over the top of the seats. “Should we stop it? She may kill me, but she has slept with both of them, just obviously not together.”

I shrug and kiss the corner of her mouth. “How do you know? She could have.” Continuing to pepper kisses across her face, I glide my fingertips down her body. Her skin feels amazing, velvet soft and smooth.

“She would have said,” says Evie confidently, if a little breathlessly.

“Would she? You haven’t told her we’re married already. We all have our secrets, you know that better than most.”

“What secrets do I have? I’m an open book.” She pulls away from me, looking and sounding absolutely indignant.

I start to laugh. “You’re more closed off than the Pentagon. The only time I can read you is when you let me.”

“Well that’s because I don’t have any secrets. My big one was who James’s Dad was, and that’s obviously out there now. But I’ve not got anymore. Well, except about the marriage, but again, that’ll be out there soon, so…” she shrugs. “You, however,” she prods me, “are full of them.”

“You’re joking. Everything I’ve done has been well reported, discussed and documented, all my shit laid bare, no more skeletons for me. Unfortunately for you, what you see is what you get.”

“Don’t you mean fortunately,” she says, her fingers running along my collarbones, zig-zagging down my chest to my abs. “I like what I see, what I get.”

“In that case, you can have it.”

Her eyes spark to life, a suggestive smirk on her lips. Leaning forward, she clamps her teeth onto my nipple, biting and sucking at it. My head drops back and as my mouth opens, a breath of heaven is forced out.

I grab the back of her head, holding her against me and groan out, “Fuck, woman. You’re gonna fucking kill me.” I move her head to the other side, and when I can’t take it anymore, I pull her mouth to mine and we sit, making out the rest of the way into Vegas.