Chapter 18
I’m completely out of place, trying not to get the grime from my flight gear all over this fancy furniture. I keep my ass on the very edge, trying not to move too much so that the grease I can see on my pants doesn’t accidentally taint everything around me.
Who the fuck buys a white couch?
Nope. Can’t do it. I stand, leaning against a dining room chair instead.
“So, Remy. How’s business?” Angel, my brother’s wife, asks while trying to hide her cringe. She doesn’t like my utility-style outfit, and fuck her for it. Plus, she’s got one of those voices. The screechy, nasally kind, and a wicked annoying laugh to go along with it.
“Uh, yeah. Good. We’re fucking busy.” She doesn’t like swearing, so she cringes again. Fuck her one more time.
My brother, Rhett, gives me one of those looks. Some cross between amusement and disappointment, forever reminding me that he one-upped me in life. “What’s busy? How much do you net per quarter?”
Jesus fucking fuck. He can fuck right off about it. “Enough to live off of.”
“Six figures?” He raises a brow and smooths his crisp white button-down.
I just grin at him. He grins back, thinking he won something. I don’t know when this competition began between us, but we both grew up with the same vacant parents and were forced to branch out and find our own role models. He thinks his is better than mine, leading him into a life of luxury and executive positions.
But does he own the fucking business?
Yeah, I might not make as much as him, but I’ve got independence, a business with my best friend, and a love for my job. He can’t say the same, and to me, I won. I wouldn’t even have a use for all the money he has. I’m a pretty simple guy.
I pull my phone from my pocket and ignore the look of modesty he’s trying but failing to convey.
Remy: Hurry the fuck up, man. I’m gonna kill him soon.
“Well, if you ever want me to look at your contracts and legal documents, let me know,” Rhett so kindly offers.
“Yeah, thanks. But it’s just me and Zahn, so we”re good.” We own everything together, 50/50 split, and that’s the way we like it. We have basic contracts already drawn up for contracted pilots, and other than insurance and shit like that, we don’t need much. Our business is a simple structure, and it works for us. So Rhett can fuck off with all his big business talk.
“How is Zahn?” Angel asks, perking up at the mention of my best friend. Pretty sure she wants to fuck him. Pretty sure Rhett picks up on that. Pretty sure my smug grin isn’t the least bit condescending. I also know that Zahn wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole, so maybe there is a bit of condescension in my grin.
“Good. He’s…” Just leave it at good, Remy. “Good.”
“Is he still single?” Angel asks, and Rhett gives her a look. “I mean, he’s such a catch. He should settle down with a nice woman.”
Not everyone wants a woman at their side, you bitch. He’s got me. I’m by his damn side. “Yep.”
“And what about you, Remington?” she asks, the use of my full name grating my nerves. All that name does is remind me of my gun obsessed dad and the gun safe he named me after. Only Gen gets to call me that. “Are you dating anyone?”
Co-Pilot: I’m almost there. Need me to knock him out?
I’m fully capable of knocking him out myself, but it might be less frowned upon if Zahn does it. I send him a wink. Which he’ll probably misinterpret and think I’m asking him to do it.
“Single. I guess.” I guess? My god. I’m not seeing anyone, I just have a partnership going with Zahn, and that isn’t any of their business. “Yeah. Single.”
“Not even casually seeing anyone?” she asks, sitting down in the dining room chair I’m leaning against. I move.
“No. Not really. Maybe starting something.” I stare at my phone, waiting to see if Zahn will send anything else to distract me.
“Oh! What’s she like?” Angel asks.
She’s Zahn, you bitch.
Knock. Knock.Thank fuck.
Rhett opens the door for Zahn, already agitated with him just because Angel is eyeing him up. But Zahn ignores them both, shifting his eyes to me to check in on how I’m doing. Visiting my brother isn’t easy for me, and he knows it. I give him a nod to tell him I’m okay.
“Hey,” he greets Rhett. “You ready, Rem? We gotta get this plane back before dark.” No we don’t. We can fly in the dark just fine, but I love him for the excuse.
“Yeah, let’s go.” I grab my coat.
“Zahnder!” Angel rushes to the door and squeezes his bicep. A flash of me peeling her bony fingers off his arm zips through my mind, and then I remember that he’s not mine and I’m not supposed to get protective of him. “So good to see you after all this time.” Her smile is saccharine and overly sweet.
He leans back, snugging up the zipper on his coat as an excuse to pull away from her grip. “Yeah. Ditto. Sorry we gotta go, though.” He looks at me again. “Hurry up, asshole.”
I shrug into my coat. “Thanks for the, uh, visit.” Not that they even offered me water or anything. “See ya next time.” I smile at Rhett and accept the side hug from Angel before following Zahn out the door. As soon as it closes and we’re a ways down the hall, I smack him. “What fucking took you so long? You left me there for like an hour!”
“I know. I know. Thirty minutes is our tops,” he says, laughing. “Sorry. But I found us something fun to do tonight.” He shows me the screen of his phone as we wait for the elevator. Two redheads. Twins, or at least sisters. “You in?”
I shake my head at him. “I thought we had to get the plane back before dark?”
“I think we can risk it.”
Can’t say that I’ve ever been with twins before. Let alone a set of strawberry blondes with fiery attitudes and the bitch gene. Sweet and innocent over drinks to complete psychos in the sheets. Once the hotel room door shut and the intention was set, they turned into controlling, dominating monsters, and I think I like it. I’m not usually all about that submission, but tonight, it’s working. Mostly because they know what they’re doing and how to get what they want, but even more so because Zahn is eager and willing to go along for the ride.
Jess, the girl currently in front of me, kicks my knees out like a fucking MMA fighter, making me crash to the floor in front of her. A greedy hand ends up in my face, and my face gets smothered by a set of tiny tits. Can’t fault a girl for knowing what she wants, so I push her tits together and lick her nipples while she barks more commands.
“Gia, bring him here.”
Gia literally drags Zahn by the hair until he’s right next to me on his knees. His upper body crashes into mine and he lets out a lusty little laugh.
“Told you it’d be fun,” he whispers to me.
“No talking!” Jess barks. Her fingers tug on my hair, pulling it until it screams. “You two think you’ve earned the right to break the rules?” She levels us with one of those stern teacher looks, reminding us of the no-talking rule. Where’s her ruler? “Punishments if you open your mouths and words come out one more time.”
Why the hell am I getting reprimanded? Zahn was the one who talked! I’m about to point that out when Jess shoves her fingers into my mouth. I’ve never… but… whatever. I suck her fingers like I know what I’m doing, and I hear Zahn groan next to me. Oh, right. I sucked a dick before. His dick. Fingers are nothing compared to that.
Things heat up. We get degraded. Zahn fucks Gia while she leans on my abs. Jess gets impatient and pushes her sister’s body out of the way, sinking down on my dick like she owns the damn thing.
All the while, Zahn’s body is always touching mine. Multiple points of contact to keep me grounded and intensify the heat. When he buckles forward to kiss Gia’s neck, he fucking glances up at me, his mouth so close to my dick. I swear he smirks. And I swear my cock doesn’t leak at the taunt of it.
While this is a completely new and close experience for me, and the domination aspect of these two is unmatched, I don’t know if I’d be as into it if I wasn’t doing it with Zahn. That is why I wanted to keep our arrangement going, even after I fucked up and got too blurry with the lines. I’m starting to think that I understand the whole vibe thing because he’s the one who creates the vibe. It’s Zahn, and without him here, it’d just be two bossy bitches running a show I want no part of.
But with him here…
I’m fucking like a maniac, panting like a dog, and sweating like an athlete. Positions change, demands are made, Zahn gets spanked for talking again, and the third time he breaks the rule, I get spanked for it.
The next thing I know, Gia is lost somewhere among all the limbs and bodies, and Jess is alternating between making out with me and Zahn. It isn’t until his hair tickles my forehead that I realize how close we are. I can smell him. Feel him. Sense him. Then, all three of our mouths are caught up in a sloppy three-way kiss that lights my blood on fire and sends lightning-hot heat ricocheting around all my nerves like a pinball.
“I want to watch you two kiss,” Jess says, pulling back.
The vibe. The energy. The atmosphere.
Zahn’s green eyes flash to mine, and all I see in them are bad ideas and lust. Jess doesn’t give us any time to overthink it. She starts this three-way kiss again, and I swear to fuck, I almost shove her away. When she pulls back on her own, my stomach sinks, my dick hardens to an impossible throb, and my wires get crossed.
Zahn leans in, completely cutting Jess out. Our lips are touching, mouths open, breaths shared, but we aren’t yet kissing.
“Remy,” he whispers, not getting spanked for it.
I press my forehead to his, trying to think of all the responsible things I should be thinking about. Instead, my cock does the thinking and my body gets lost in Zahn’s energy. He must sense my willingness because he takes charge.
His hand latches onto the back of my neck, and then we’re all teeth and tongues and desperation, our combined energy making the fucking world disappear.
He groans against my lips, and I devour him because of it. Raking my teeth over his bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth, I make him groan again, the hand on the back of my neck tightening. We’re kneeling, and now we’re up on our knees, pressing against each other, forgetting that this is a foursome and not a twosome.
There’s fire behind it. Fuel from a never-ending source. Submission to the vibe but dominance over the energy. The need for more without hesitation and guilt. A desperation that craves the feeling of something that’s never felt so rightly intense and uniquely unhinged.
The rough stubble of his jaw grates against mine, creating a blissful friction that burns as fiercely as it sates. A tornado of want rips me up and clashes with his tsunami of need, and together, I swear to fuck, we create the ultimate energy. That kind he’s always searching for. The one that he’s been teaching me about.
I’m making the fuck out with Zahn Dare, and I’ve never been hotter.
Until the redhead pulls on my hair and forces my mouth from his. Zahn fucking growls, and my eyes track the vibration of it through his chest and throat. His hand tightens on my neck and he tries to pull me away from her, but she’s got her dominatrix attitude on, and I’ve never been the rope in a tug-of-war.
“Make me come before you leave,” she demands.
I keep my eyes on Zahn, entranced with him now that I know what it feels like to be under his control. He swallows, breathing harder than he should be, shifting his gaze from my eyes to my mouth and back again. To him, Jess no longer exists, and I don’t know what to make of that. He doesn’t know if he should take out his anger on Gia to get himself off and release some of his energy or demand that they leave this room that belongs to them so we can finish something we never intended to start.
“I said—”
“I fucking heard you,” I snap at Jess.
By the time we leave, there’s a new hunger inside me that I’m unsure about feeding.