Chapter 13
There are so many points of pleasure. So many mysteries and secret touches. Whispers of material and the tips of unknown fingers. Tongues lick my body and warmth spreads through every part of me. My wrists ache with the need to be freed, but my body loves the game of not being able to touch anything.
The worst part is not knowing if any of these touches are coming from Remy. I want them to come from him, but I can’t pinpoint the feel of him. And that, and only that, has the edging turning somewhat overwhelming. I need the release.
“I… Fuck, I’m…” I don’t know what word I’m looking for.
“He’s almost done,” Cody says from somewhere I didn’t think he was. “He needs to come.”
“Yeah.” I pant hard. Desperate for that release now.
Everyone goes quiet again, switching positions to keep me guessing. Sometimes, I can tell who is who, but other times, the touch is so brief that I don’t get a good read on it. Cara’s hands are smaller, but she’s firmer than Cody. Cody’s mouth is greedy, but he’s switched things up to keep me in the dark.
I tense and moan when a mouth sucks my cock. Licks and sucks and hands and touches, and then the mouth changes a few times, never really sucking me fully.
“Please,” I beg.
Then there are a whole bunch of hands on my body and one mouth on my dick. And this time, they aren’t fucking around.
I go wild. My hips thrust forward, but hands hold me back. I try to stop myself, letting this person suck me off with a mouth so fucking skilled I’m damn near ready to blow up.
“Holy fuck. Yes!” I’m going wild, losing my mind, and barely holding onto sanity. My mouth opens, my body sags, and whoever is touching me is holding me up.
The mouth pulls away for a second, making me complain, but then it’s back, and I swear to fuck this is the best head I’ve ever gotten.
“So. Fucking. Good.” I won’t last another minute like this.
Even though I’ve gotten used to so many subtle touches throughout the night, my attention is laser-focused on that mouth. Warm, wet, not afraid to use their tongue, and brave enough to take me all the way to the back of their throat. I can’t pinpoint who it is, but fuck me, I can’t even breathe through the pleasure of it.
My mind shifts to Remy, wondering where he is and what he’s doing. Is he getting his cock sucked, too? Is he fucking Cara while she sucks me off? Is he watching me?
“Remy?” I mean to ask, but it comes out sounding like a moan.
I’m shut up when the person sucking me off gains momentum, sucking me so hard and so deep they feel desperate for my cum. I hear the start of a gag, and then hands are slapped over my ears.
“Let me hear,” I beg.
The hands remain.
A tongue licks my slit before the mouth swallows me again. “Fuuuuck. I’m going to come.”
They don’t stop. If anything, they work me over with purpose. I’m barrelling towards the ledge of a cliff, and I don’t even care if the fall kills me.
When I come, my whole body gives out, and only the hands on my body and the restraints on my wrists keep me upright.
“Mmmmm,” I moan through it, my cock throbbing, unleashing, filling this random mouth with the evidence of my prolonged pleasure. “So. Fucking. Good.” I suck in a harsh breath, and then the mouth is gone.
I sag. That was the best blowie of my goddamn life. Holy shit.
Back at home and trying to enjoy a fantasy about that blindfolded blowie, Kade pounds on the bathroom door. “Zahn! Hurry up! I have to get to work.”
Ugh. Fuck you, Kade.I turn the water off without finishing, wrap a towel around my hips, and open the door because he won’t stop banging on it.
“Relax, asshole,” I scoff at him because he’s an impatient, blunt prick.
He walks right by me, dropping the towel to reveal a body that is gaining tattoos and muscles by the day. He turns on the water and then spins to face me, the glint of the metal through the tip of his dick drawing my eye. Still regret not getting that. Also regret not training with Jed more. My god, it’s really paying off for the youngest Dare, and I hate to think of him as more of a badass than me. What a dick.
“Jerk off on your own time,” he snaps at me. “Selfish prick.” He gets into the shower.
“This is my own time.” I wipe the mirror and towel dry my hair.
“You coming to Jed’s fight tonight?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’ll be back in time. See ya there.” I leave the door open on my way out, letting out the steam and warmth as punishment for him ruining my fantasy.
I don’t even get time to fondle myself before I’m heading out the door to meet Remy at the docks. Airfields and loading docks are my life, but doing it all with Remy is what makes it worth it. I don’t mind the atmosphere, and I like the mentality of other pilots and airfield workers. I mesh with the grunt workers of life, and I’m more than okay with that. I might fly the plane, but it’s a shitty little bush-whacker, and I’ll take it any day over a 747.
It takes us an hour or so to get the first two planes loaded, and with routes and instructions handed over, we send off the two hired pilots. The seaplanes are next, and we’ll be flying these ones today. Luckily, I’ve only got a short run, and so does Remy, which means we’ll both be back in time for Jed’s fight down at the warehouse tonight.
“We’re going to be stuck on St. Matthew for a few, eh?” Remy reminds me like there’s a chance I forgot.
We do the St. Matthew’s run every three months. It’s a remote island in the Bering Sea, and we drop off all the necessities to get them through the three months until we go back. We’ll be stuck there for two nights, like we usually are, waiting on cargo for the return trip. Honestly, we could probably leave a day later, but weather patterns are always unpredictable, and it pays better to be early than late. One time, we got stuck there for a fucking week. Not gonna lie, it was boring as fuck, but it was also one of the best bonding weeks of my life. Remote and alone with Rem in a nice bunker wasn’t so bad. Life slowed down for a bit there, and I think we both needed it.
“Yeah, you bring the whiskey and I’ll bring the extra whiskey.” I grin at him. “Nothing to do there but drink and wait around.” At least the lodge is nice. “You coming to Jed’s fight tonight?” I haul a stack of crates, trying to look tough because Kade has me second guessing my badassery. I struggle a bit, but get them loaded.
Remy ties off the crates and secures them under netting, the snow starting to come down in languid big flakes. “Yeah, I’ll meet ya there. Keep your hands off Gar,” he warns with a sexy grin.
No promises. “If anyone fucks with Lakes tonight, I will personally kill a motherfucker.” I’m so sick of guys thinking they can fuck with her because she’s a tiny blond with a sexual appetite that gains her a reputation that should be nobody’s business.
“I’ll hand you the knife and drive the getaway plane,” Remy says, not even joking.
He got into a full-on brawl with us, cuffed and face down in the mud and everything, the night Kade got stabbed. My blood boils at the memory, but my heart remembers that he might look tough as nails, but he’s still vulnerable.
Remy runs a hand through his messy blond hair before covering the whole mop with a winter hat. Slamming the cargo door closed, he waits until another plane taxis out into the open part of the water before continuing. “Okay, we’re loaded. You need anything else?”
“Gimme some hand warmers. Heater’s gone to shit in this one.” I hook my thumb in the direction of the seaplane I’ll be flying.
Remy reaches into his pocket and tosses me a few warmers. I crack them and shove them into my gloves. “Be safe, yeah?”
“You, too,” he says, climbing into the cockpit.
I back away down the dock, cracking my neck in preparation for this rough flight. “Hey, Rem!” I shout, backing away. “You ever gonna tell me who sucked me off that night and changed my life?”
He rolls his eyes and slams his door.
Okay, so I might not be able to shut up about that blowie. My god.
Jed’s getting his ass handed to him, and Laken isn’t having it.
“Smarten the fuck up, Jed!” she shouts from the edge of the cage, her fingers gripped through the chain-link fencing. “He’s bigger than you, but you’re smarter!”
“Debatable,” Kade says.
“Faster!” Laken amends with a grin, but her eyes are laser focused on Jed’s positioning, his footwork, and his offensive mistakes.
Four is right beside her, shouting his coaching at Jed, and between the two of them, they’ve got him covered. I love watching Lakes get all revved up and excited about these fights. She’s a fierce cheerleader, a badass coach, and his biggest fan. She might also be his hardest critic, but he deserves to be put in his place every now and again.
Kade locks her against the fence, arms on either side of her, protecting her while she’s distracted with the fight. I can’t say I blame him. After the last time she got attacked at one of Jed’s fights, she stopped bitching at us for treating her like she couldn’t defend herself; she knows she needs the help if it comes to it, and we know we can’t rest unless someone is always looking out for her. Plus, it helps Jed focus during the fight. Kade won’t stop her from being Jed’s motivation, but he’ll make damn sure she’s well guarded while doing it.
“I think Jed’s eyebrow is just destined to be permanently fucked,” Bo says next to me. “Everyone always goes for his left eye!”
“Because they know it’ll bleed,” Rydan agrees, shouting over the noise of the crowd.
The bell chimes and Jed makes his way over to the corner, panting and a bit bloody, most of it coming from above his left eye. Laken and Four get him patched up and watered, pepping him up for the next round.
Remy slides between me and Bo, handing us both a beer. “You stickin’ around for the after party?” he asks me, breathing against my temple.
“Nah!” I shout back, and when he doesn’t hear me, I lean in real close. “No. We gotta be up at five to leave, and I’m already sleep deprived. You can stay, though.”
He leans in, cheek to cheek with me. “Nah. I’m leaving, too. You going back to your parents’ house?”
I shrug. Hadn’t thought about it.
“Just stay over and we can drive to the airfield tomorrow morning.”
I nod, our temples brushing. Jesus, why am I getting all sparked up? Is it the touching? The offer to stay over? Neither should be so jarring since I do both all the time. Tonight is no different.
I waver between watching Jed’s fight, Gar’s ass, Laken’s body, and Remy’s throat as he swallows each gulp of beer. So many nice things to look at tonight. Whatever pep-talk Lakes gave Jed worked because he’s been on offense the whole round, keeps it up in the following round, and knocks the guy out right before the chime. Jed’s bloody face is proud that he’s kept his undefeated streak going, but his eyes immediately seek his woman and her other boyfriend at her back. Jed nods at Kade, and Kade nods back.
Afterwards, I wrap my arm around Laken’s shoulders as we walk out of the warehouse. “What’d you promise him to get him in the right mindset?”
She leans into me, smirking and wrapping an arm around my waist. “I told him if he didn’t get his cock on straight, I wouldn’t suck it for a month.”
I laugh. “I’d get my shit together pretty quick for that, too.”
“Bossy,” Kade comes up behind us. “I gotta walk Maeve to her car so she doesn’t get mauled. Don’t leave his side, got it?”
Laken rolls her defiant eyes, but it’s not to be rude and ungrateful. It’s them. Laken and Kade. The way they rev each other up is damn near hostile, but judging by the sounds that come from their bedroom, it’s all worth it. “Bye, Maeve! Love you!” she shouts.
“I’m punishing you for that eye roll,” Kade tells her, planting a blunt kiss on her lips. “Hands off my girl, fucker.” He smacks me on the cheek, and then we all say goodbye to Maeve.
“You like that pushy asshole, Lakes?” I do not keep my hands off his girl.
“Love that pushy asshole,” she agrees.
I can’t help but laugh. I love their weird ways. All three of them. I’ve never witnessed another person fall so deeply for two different men while understanding their differences so fluidly.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“What?” Laken asks, and then she looks where I’m looking and laughs. “Fucking Gar.”
“Yeah, but the Gar and Remy duo is top shelf, don’t you think?” I ask, eye-fucking Gar and Remy walking together ahead of us, laughing about something.
“The best blond duo,” she agrees.
“What’d I tell you about trying to play up the beautiful thing, Zahn?” Jed comes up from behind, yanking Lakes right out of my hold.
“Hey, she said it, and she meant it. I will die on that hill.” I wink at her. “Alright. Good luck with that eye. See you guys in a few days.”
I grab my boy, flirt with Gar for a hot sec, and then listen to everyone wish us a safe flight like they always do.