Chapter 20
BANE
“Ineed you both to go up to San Francisco and find this sonofabitch. Ruiz called and told me he knows the location of an underground casino. And it just so happens to be near the house Henry lived in at some point. There has to be a fucking connection between that place and whoever is behind trying to fuck us over,” Anthony tells Georgiy and me.
“Take Kit and Jax with you.” He looks around the room.
“And Casey. Mikhail said he could spare him.”
“Are we finding the real bad guy?” I ask.
“You fucking better. I’m getting too old for this shit.”
Just as he says that, Tatum sashays in, wearing a short robe, a cup of coffee in his hand. “He sure is. Says his back and knees hurt. The ambush did a number on him.”
“Tatum,” he growls. But Tatum is unbothered, just smirks at his man.
“He’s really not cut out for this life. He needs a nice retirement.”
He sets the cup of coffee down and sinks into Anthony’s lap, sighing when Anthony twines his arms around his waist and presses his lips to his neck.
“He also really needs a nap.”
“I do not. I just need some fucking peace and quiet. The amount of money I had to pay to the police commissioner to sweep that ambush under the rug was exorbitant. If Hen—the little shit—keeps this up, then I’ll have to take out a loan to cover costs.”
That makes Tatum snort. “I’ve seen your accounts, Anthony. That won’t happen.”
“It could. That’s the point. It could.”
“He’s getting more pessimistic with age,” I say, and Tatum nods.
“He really needs to retire.”
“He does.”
“I’m not retiring,” Anthony grumbles. “I just want Henry found, and I want this shit put to rest!”
Georgiy covers my ears a little too late, but honestly, I can’t get that upset. “Because Georgiy fucked me last night.”
Everyone stares, and I grin, realizing I said that out loud.
“Oops, well, we did. And I feel fabulous. My ass aches in all the best ways.”
Anthony gives me a subtle nod while Tatum claps excitedly, rushing over to me to ask me all the questions.
While I answer them, I hear bits and pieces of the plan being formed. When we will take off, where we will stay, and how to approach the casino to be let in. Tatum chimes in a few times, telling Anthony to stop getting so worked up or he’ll have to take up meditation.
That only makes Anthony promise to show him what he thinks of meditation later. I chime in that I’d like to see that, but Anthony just tells me no.
Two hours after the meeting, we’re packed and on the plane, headed for Northern California.
“Do you think we’ll find whoever is behind this?” I ask Georgiy, nestled in the seat beside him.
“I hope so. I would like to return home.”
That little comment makes my chest constrict and my smile waver slightly.
“Do not worry, we will find a way to make this work,” he says, and my sadness dissipates. But apparently not quick enough.
To my left, I hear Kit murmur, “Bane looks sad, Jax. We should make sure he’s okay.” He turns toward me. “Are you all right?”
I peer over at him, but before I can answer, Georgiy replies for me. “He’s fine.”
My elbow meets his side in annoyance. “No, I’m really not. I’m terribly unhappy. Very, very sad. I could cry.”
Georgiy leans toward me. “Why? What happened?”
I roll my eyes at him and then sigh. “Just…the stress of it all. I am very sad. Georgiy has no idea what he’s talking about.”
“We don’t want that. Would you like us to make you feel better?” Kit asks as the plane hits a bump of turbulence before smoothing out. The flight from Southern California to San Francisco isn’t long, so we have no time to waste. No time even for turbulence.
Shoo, shaky skies.
“Yes, I think that would be very nice.”
I lean against Georgiy, who grunts, realizing what I’m doing.
“Was last night not enough?” he whispers.
“Oh, it was, but they need a little encouragement, or else it may never happen. Let me be the sex-maker, please.”
“I do not know this word.”
“It’s like matchmaker, but with sex.” I huff when he continues to look at me like I’m missing a tooth.
“Never mind.”
“Go on. Show me what a sex-maker does,” he whispers, and I wiggle around in my seat until his hand lands on my thigh, moving up until it’s cupping my cock. His fingers massage it gently, and I arch my hips up, wanting more friction. I always want more.
This is exactly what I want Kit and Jax to do. I want them to do more.
My head hits the back of the seat, and I roll my gaze toward the two of them. They’re both watching me expectantly, waiting for my instructions. “Touch each other’s dicks. That’s what I want to watch.”
Kit’s mouth opens and closes as Jax’s cheeks pinken. “We can’t do that. We—we can’t. Right?”
Jax says nothing, and I wonder if perhaps it was too big of an ask. So, I decide to amend it.
“Over your pants, of course. Maybe some thigh action? I love a good thigh fuck.”
Georgiy’s hand twists against my cock, and it thickens. It wants more of last night. My hole wants to be filled with him once more, but I know I’ll have to wait. He’s going to insist I be patient, which is very frustrating and so fucking hot.
I love a bit of edging.
“Yeah, um, I guess we could do that. If that would make you happy,” Kit suggests and then rolls his lips between his teeth. “If you think that would help.”
He blinks at me, and I can’t help but groan. He really is pretty. All that red hair, those freckles. The blue eyes. I bet Jax is as enamored with him as I am. I bet he wants to bend that body forward and fuck that ass.
Not that he’d admit it. He’s just as confused as Kit is.
I bet that’s why Kit’s still hanging around, why he hasn’t left. He wants to spend more time with Jax. He has no reason to stay otherwise.
“Yeah, we can do that. For a little bit,” Jax replies.
He turns around to glance at where Casey is sprawled out several rows back. His earphones are in, and a sleep mask covers his eyes. He’s snoozing, leaving the plane for just the four of us.
Kit leans over, his hand landing on Jax’s thigh, squeezing it gently. I can only imagine what the two of them are thinking, the way their hearts must be beating in their chests.
I can almost hear the wheezing breaths as Jax’s palm lands on Kit’s knee, dragging it up, up, up until he’s right at his groin.
Kit’s suddenly holding his breath. Jax is, too.
I’m the only one panting eagerly. Mainly because Georgiy is now stroking me roughly, sensation flooding my legs and arms. Everything inside me feels him.
“Oh fuck,” Kit murmurs as Jax’s wrist twists and two of his fingers run across the zipper of his pants.
Kit’s hips jerk up, and I reach down and touch Georgiy’s hand, pressing it roughly against me. I want more of it. I want more.
“No. Not yet,” Georgiy says, his voice low as he pulls my hand away and forces my gaze back to the bodyguard and the assassin who are slowly exploring each other and their bodies, their cocks, their sexuality.
A fucking delicious awakening, if you ask me.
Bane the sex-maker. I really am the best.
Another bout of turbulence hits the plane, and Kit uses that as an opportunity to pull Jax’s hand further up onto his covered cock. I watch as Jax’s fingers flex and squeeze, making Kit’s head fall back and his eyes roll into his head.
They both have such nice eyes, I think as Georgiy reaches down and cups my balls.
His lips hit my neck, and he grunts into my skin.
“I should take this naughty ass into the bathroom and fuck you. Or maybe I should do it right here. Let them watch and see how it’s done.”
I turn to look at Georgiy, Kit and Jax suddenly forgotten. “Yes. I want that. I want it very much.”
His hand squeezes me roughly, and I let out a whine. “Or maybe I should make you wait.”
“You always make me wait. I’ve been so, so good. I deserve an award.”
He considers it. I can almost hear the cogs in his brain clinking as he comes to a decision.
“You have. You’ve been very patient, but the waiting was necessary. You always act on a whim. You do things that are dangerous without thinking.”
“But it’s fun. Just like fucking on the plane would be.”
“It would be fun, but would it be responsible?”
I huff and meet Georgiy’s twinkling stare. He’s teasing me. He has to be.
“Georgiy, we murder people. That’s our literal job. There’s nothing responsible about that.”
“Oh, but there is. We have to make sure we keep them alive long enough for them to feel it.”
That makes me shiver, and I lean closer to him, hearing the groans from across the aisle. Seems Kit and Jax are getting each other off.
Not that I’m looking. My gaze is only on Georgiy.
“I want to feel it.”
“You will.”
His hands leave me as he stands up, then he grabs something from his bag and moves to the back of the plane.
As I trail after him, I see Kit breathing heavily, Jax’s eyes hooded.
They’re no longer touching, but I am pretty sure by the wet stain on the front of Kit’s pants that he’s gotten off.
I don’t stop to ask if I’m right. I just rush after Georgiy, who is now in the galley.
He’s not facing me, but as I walk around him, I see that he has lube in his hand and something else.
A groan leaves my mouth, so loud that I’m sure it can be heard over the roar of the engines just outside.
It’s a Fleshlight.
Just for me.
“Clothes off,” he says low and dark, and I strip so fast, I fall over.
But that doesn’t stop me. I scramble up as I continue to strip, and as my clothes go flying, I watch as Georgiy adheres the Fleshlight to a cabinet at just the right height for my dick.
He squirts some lube inside it and then turns to gaze at me. His head tilts as he wets his lips.