Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
I will never forget the terror that fills my whole body in this moment.
Melody’s eyes fall back in her head and we all jump to attention. Dicks hard but forgotten in our hands as her eyes seemingly close without her permission.
“Mel?” Reis asks quietly, shaking her arm.
“Did you actually fuck her to death? It was a goddamn joke!” Kai snaps, shoving Reis out of the way so he can check her pulse. “Come on, baby.”
“Is she okay?” Markus asks, and I can hear the fear in his voice. He falls forward to see her closer, rolling her head to face him, and gently tapping her cheek. “Melody?”
I climb onto the bed behind her, ignoring all the others and pull her chest up against mine. Please, please, please, I pray and hope to any deity that is listening that she’s okay. I hold her tighter, and she groans.
Relief fills the air around us. Thank fuck.
But my celebration is short lived because Mel doesn’t wake up.
“What the fuck is going on?” I say, the fear is clear in my tone.
“Her pulse is steady. Maybe she’s just really tired. The first time all four of us are together-together plus her first real airplane ride? Probably overwhelming.” Kai presses a hard kiss along the pulse point at her wrist. “Let’s give her some time.”
Reis pulls his sweats up, and finds the shirt he dropped to the side, before climbing over the side of the bed. He opens the door to the bathroom behind us, wetting a towel to clean her up with.
“Should we wake her up?” I ask. We have to make sure she cleans up, goes to the bathroom, all that. I don't want her getting sick, especially right before we get to London.
“Let her sleep,” Markus says, his finger trailing down Mel’s face softly and even in sleep, she moves towards him. “It’s going to be a wild two weeks.”
“We should make sure that the stewardess keeps her mouth shut,” Kai says, looking out the edge of the curtain.
“You don’t think…” The end of my sentence dies as I immediately worry about what he’s implying. Melody would be so embarrassed, immensely stressed out for the rest of the trip if she knew that people heard us all. I can’t let that happen to her. Not when she gave us something so fucking beautiful.
“No, I don’t. We made sure she was quiet, but bitches are nosy.
Especially when they’ve been rejected.” Kai shrugs, sitting back in the chair by the bed, completely naked still.
Seemingly with no intention to cover up.
Is this what I’m signing up for? Seeing their dicks all the fucking time? I mentally roll my eyes.
“Are you going to get dressed?” I say pointedly, pulling Melody back into me tighter.
“No, I’m going to shower. And then I’m going to steal our girl from you and sleep until we land.”
“No, no, no, no, no.” I shake my head, “You guys got her when I fell asleep, I’m watching her.”
Reis comes back, climbing over the bed and cleaning her up with a warm washcloth, gently–being more gentle than I thought he was able to be–running the fabric through her folds, cleaning away all the cum and lube.
“We’ve got to wake her up,” Reis says, and I agree. I run my fingers through her hair softly, murmuring in her ear to bring her out of sleep gently.
“Melody, baby, you’ve got to go to the bathroom,” I whisper, pulling her from her dreams.
“No, five more minutes,” she whispers, whining, and I can’t help but smile.
“Come on, Reverb, let me help clean you up–” Reis steps in, but I pull her closer to me.
“And I’ll watch her while she rests. You guys can either sit around us, or we form a little cuddle-huddle.”
“Cuddle-huddle?” Markus snorts at me.
“She’s not some toy to fight over.” Reis tries to talk to me as if I’m being the illogical one here, rolling his eyes.
“Exactly. You can clean her up, and I get to cuddle her.” I shrug, “Compromise.”
While I do want to nap with her in my arms, it is also slightly selfish on my part.
With Melody in my arms, I sleep so much better.
It’s like my body knows it can just purely rest for the first time in so fucking long.
On the days where she’s with one of them, I toss and I turn.
I wake up constantly. I really don’t know how I’m functioning.
But then Melody crawls into my bed and I sleep.
I can practically see the vein in Reis' neck popping with anger, but he relents with a pouty nod, and I pass her, half-conscious, to him. Markus follows them into the small bathroom. I hear the soft click of the lock before the light turns on overhead signaling the bathroom is occupied.
Kai moves his head back, looking out the side of the curtain again.
“Why do you keep looking?”
“Because that bitch keeps looking this way with her phone pointed towards the curtain and I don’t fucking like it.”
The blood drains from my face and anger bubbles up.
“No,” I growl. The one word cutting through the room like a steel blade. I stand up, pulling on my clothes and getting my hair in a respectable order.
“Where are you going?” Kai says, still lounging butt-ass naked.
“I’m not taking a singular chance that anything gets out about Melody.”
“What are you going to do? Take her phone?”
“Fuck yeah, I am. Smash that shit on the ground.”
“Dude, she could’ve taken audio and had it uploaded to some account somewhere. Get her phone, bring it here, and we’ll deal with it.”
My eyebrows raise in surprise. That’s a really smart idea. I agree and gesture to myself.
“Do I look normal?”
“As you usually look, just maybe with a little more pep in your step.” Kai smirks, looking out the curtain again. “Go, she’s looking. If you get out there and she has her phone in her hand, she’s fired. We’ll drop her in London and that’s it.”
“Got it,” I say through clenched teeth because I already know how this is going to go.
Shaking my head in frustration and trying to get a handle on my anger, I roll my shoulders back.
If something happens to Mel because we had to join the mile-high club, I’m going to beg for her forgiveness for the rest of my days.
It’s our job to protect her. And I’ll do that for the rest of my life. No matter what. No matter the cost.
I step through the heavy curtains, turning around and making sure the room is completely covered.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I notice that I can’t hear anything.
Not Kai murmuring, or the bathroom, or even the hum of the plane.
These heavy, blackout curtains that Reis demanded we put in place so we could actually get some sleep after concerts when flying paid off.
Turning back around quickly, I see the edge of a phone sticking out. Just enough that I can see the camera pointed right at me.
And I see red.
“Kai,” I snap loudly, tapping the curtain so he knows this shit is serious before I storm over to the idiot hiding in the galley.
I need her phone, and I need to make sure Mel is safe.
We have… at least another four hours in the air to make sure this stewardess knows that she is not to say a fucking thing.And if she chooses not to listen? Then this bitch has it coming.
“Well, look at what we have here,” I say roughly, the rudeness in my tone is intentionally abrupt. I obviously scared her too because she jumps, tossing her phone into the air from fright.
“Sir, hello.” She tries to get herself right, putting her phone in her pocket quickly and straightening her blouse, but the damage is done. At least she looks scared of me, and she’s not thinking that she can try to flirt her way out of this.
Kai steps around the corner, fully dressed with that dangerous flicker in his eyes that says he wants to take a match to gasoline to see how hot it will burn.
“Give it here.” I hold my hand out expectantly. “Now.”
“I’m sorry, sir, I’m not sure what you mean. I was under the impression not to speak to you in that manner as per Mr. Roe’s explicitly humiliating orders,” she speaks clearly, plain and full of ice. It makes it so fucking obvious that she did this because she was rejected.
Typical.
I stalk forward and my jaw sets to the side. “Give me your fucking phone.”
“Now!” Kai barks, crossing his arms over his chest. The stewardess–Sarah, by her nametag– looks at his arms, and she probably thinks Kai’s trying to intimidate her with his size.
I know better.
It’s to keep himself from snatching the phone out of her apron and rip it to pieces right there. He’s like a wolf, and someone threatened his pack.
I know the feeling.
Sarah looks at us with alarm, like we’re asking her to strip naked and jump out of the plane. And let me tell you, if she doesn’t do what I ask, I might make her because it’s painfully clear she’s got pictures, videos, audio, something.
“You can’t make me do that.”
“I can, and I will. This is the last time I’m asking. Give me your goddamn phone,” I say strongly. The promise of violence very evident in my voice.
“If you even want a chance at working private airlines, you’ll hand the fucking thing over right fucking now.
You thought I was bad earlier?” Kai steps forward, his energy darkening into that crazy tilt he doesn’t let others see very often.
It’s his ‘I’ll light you on fire if you so much as look at me wrong’ look on his face.
I know this bitch is in for it. His voice drops, “You haven’t seen anything yet. ”
Her mouth drops, and her chest rises quickly with worry.
“So hand it over, or I’m going to make sure that you never work again. You’ll be lucky to find a job cleaning airport toilets if you keep pissing us off,” Kai snarls, stepping forward and she steps backward like she’d be able to get away from us over the Atlantic.
“I didn’t do anything,” she says softly, her voice breaking. Why is she still fucking denying it? I saw her.
I’m very, very aware that I can’t just grab the phone out of her apron pocket. What we’re doing now borderlines us getting called out in a news article for being abusive fucks, but actually putting my hands on her–even if it’s just to get something in a pocket? That’s millions in a settlement.
“Don’t give us that bullshit lie,” I growl.
“I saw you. You had the camera pointed to the curtain when I walked out. My guy here says he saw you trying to look through the curtain. We aren’t fucking stupid.
Give us the phone, we’ll pay for you to get a new one when we land, and if you breathe a word of what you think you heard or saw here, we will find you. ”
She visibly gulps. Her hand slides into her pocket, and she slowly pulls the phone out.
“Code and password,” Kai growls.
“Gorgeousgirl69 and 7532,” she whispers. “The o’s are zeroes.”
“Mature password,” I snap, rolling my eyes, and ripping the phone from her hand. I back away, but Kai doesn’t move. He’s staring her down with so much anger, it's shocking.
“I will get lawyers involved if you so much as whisper her name. You’ll be ruined and in debt up to your fucking hairline if you try to fight it. That’s just a formality really. If I find out anything comes from this, lawyers will be the very least of your worries. Do you understand me?”
“Yeah,” I just barely hear her, and that’s not good enough. Not for me. I need to hear her say it.
“Do you fucking understand?” I snap louder, the threat as clear in my voice as his. She needs to understand that it’s not just Kai who will hunt her down and destroy her if something leaks. It’s all of us .
“Yes!” She says quickly, blinking back tears. “Yes. As far as I’m concerned, it is just you four here, and nothing happened behind the curtain.”
“Glad we cleared that up,” I spit at her and turn, walking away.
I have my girl waiting for me to hold her.