60. Maeve
MAEVE
When our visit ends in the new year, I feel like a different person from who I was when I first landed in Colorado. Not just because of everything that’s happened between me and the guys, but because I actually know who I am now. What I want. What I’m worth.
Gabriel grabs my luggage as we head down to the car, and my mind is already spinning with everything I need to tackle for the restaurant.
Menu planning, hiring, figuring out how the hell you actually run a business when you’ve only ever dreamed about it.
The men are itching to get back to work properly too—I can see it in the way they’ve been checking their phones more frequently, the way Ford’s jaw tightens when he reads certain emails.
And honestly? I’m excited to start this new chapter. Dating three incredible men who somehow all complement each other perfectly while being different. Yeah, that’s going to be interesting.
Elaine, Charles, and Lydia are all waiting in the foyer to see us off.
Elaine hugs each of the men tightly, and it hits me how she really does see Gabriel and Hayden as her sons, not just Ford.
It makes sense now why she was able to accept our unconventional relationship so quickly.
She wasn’t choosing one son over another—she was choosing three sons over one toxic one.
She pulls me into a fierce hug that smells like expensive perfume and genuine warmth. “I’m so glad I got to really know you this time. Next visit better not be at Christmas though—you need to drag these boys home more often.”
I glance over at Ford and Charles, who are actually hugging. Ford looks shocked that it’s happening, but in a good way. Like he can’t quite believe his father initiated it.
“I think I can manage that,” I say, meaning it.
Lydia practically tackles me for a hug. “You have to visit me at school! Or I can skip a few classes and come see you in the city.”
“You need to focus on your studies,” I tell her, then lean in conspiratorially. “But if you happened to be in New York meeting with gallery owners and making professional connections…”
Lydia grins. “This is why you’re my favorite.”
“Hey!” Ford protests from across the foyer.
Lydia just blows him a kiss and laughs.
Charles gives me a light kiss on the cheek, which I can tell is more comfortable for him than a full hug. I’m sure I can work him up to proper hugs eventually. He just needs time to adjust to having emotions, apparently.
We head out with plenty of time since the plane is waiting for us. When we get to the airport though, the jet they lead us to is smaller than the one we took here, painted sleek black that gleams in the winter sunlight.
“Couldn’t get the same one as last time?” I ask as our luggage disappears into the cargo hold.
“Oh, this one’s ours,” Gabriel says casually, like he’s talking about a car instead of a multi-million dollar aircraft.
“You…” I sigh. “I really need to get used to you guys being able to just buy jets, don’t I?”
“You really should,” Hayden says with that smirk I’ve come to love.
“We needed one,” Ford adds. “For very specific reasons.”
I look at him more carefully. I know he hates flying, so maybe this has something to do with that. “Oh?”
“Turns out I know exactly what could cure my fear of flying.” Ford’s gaze turns molten as it rakes over me. “Being buried deep inside my future wife for the entire flight.”
Heat floods my system at his words and the way he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me right here on the tarmac. “That sounds like excellent therapy to me.”
“We all contributed to buying the jet,” Gabriel grumbles, although there’s amusement in his voice.
I laugh. “Don’t worry, I know you’re all excellent at sharing.”
Hayden wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close enough to kiss my neck. “You’re excellent at being shared.”
When we board, I can immediately see that while the jet is technically smaller than the chartered one, it’s infinitely nicer.
The other plane was clearly designed for transporting groups—lots of basic seating, functional but impersonal.
This one feels like a luxury suite in the sky.
Rich leather seats, polished wood accents, and most importantly, no flight attendant in sight.
We have the entire space to ourselves.
As the engines start up, I watch Ford’s knuckles go white where he grips the armrest of his seat. His jaw is tight, that muscle jumping like it does when he’s trying to control himself. Even knowing what’s coming, his body can’t help but tense up.
“Hey,” I say softly, moving to kneel in front of him and placing my hands on his muscled thighs. Even through the expensive fabric of his pants, I can feel the tension coiled in every fiber. “Look at me. Focus on me.”
His ice-blue eyes meet mine, pupils already dilating as I lean up to kiss him. His lips are warm and demanding against mine, tasting faintly of the whiskey he had back at the house to calm his nerves.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Can’t think about anything else when you touch me like this.”
But I can still feel the tension radiating through his powerful frame, the way his breathing is just slightly too controlled. He’s fighting the panic, but it’s still there.
“Let me give you something better to think about,” I whisper, running my hands up his thighs to feel the heat of him through the fabric.
I work his belt buckle open slowly, deliberately maintaining eye contact as my fingers trace the leather.
The metal makes a soft clicking sound as I free the belt, then move to his button and zipper.
Ford’s breathing grows heavier with each small movement, his gaze burning into mine like he’s trying to memorize every detail.
When I free his cock from his pants, he’s already hard and thick, the head flushed dark with arousal. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, marveling at the contradiction of velvet-soft skin over steel hardness, the way he pulses in my grip.
“Fuck, Maeve,” he groans, his head falling back against the leather headrest, some of the tension finally leaving his shoulders.
I hear the soft sounds of Gabriel and Hayden settling into the seats across from us, the whisper of expensive fabric as they shift to get a better view. When I glance over, they’re both watching with dark, hungry eyes that make heat pool between my thighs.
“That’s it, baby,” Hayden says, his voice like gravel. “Take care of him. Show him what that pretty mouth can do.”
“Look how gorgeous she looks on her knees for us,” Gabriel adds, his accent thickening with arousal. “Those lips were made to wrap around cock.”
Their words send electricity shooting through me as I lean forward and drag my tongue along Ford’s length, tasting the salt of his skin and the hint of soap from his morning shower. He groans deep in his throat, his fingers immediately tangling in my hair.
I take him into my mouth slowly, savoring the weight of him on my tongue, the way his whole body tenses with pleasure instead of anxiety now. He’s big—they all are—and I have to work to take him deeper, relaxing my throat as I slide my lips down his shaft.
“So good,” Ford breathes. “Your mouth is fucking perfect. Just like the rest of you.”
I can feel the plane starting to taxi, that subtle vibration through the floor that usually makes Ford break out in a cold sweat. But he seems focused on me now, his hips shifting slightly as I work him with my tongue.
“Fuck, she’s getting wet from this,” Gabriel observes, and I realize he’s moved to the seat directly behind me. “Look at those pretty, thick thighs pressed together. I can smell how turned on she is.”
Heat floods my cheeks at his crude observation, but it only makes me wetter. He’s not wrong. Sucking Ford’s cock while Gabriel and Hayden watch is definitely doing things to me.
I feel Gabriel’s expensive leather shoe slide between my legs from behind, the smooth material pressing against my clit through my leggings.
“Grind against it,” he commands, his voice dropping. “Ride my foot while you suck his cock like a good girl.”
The filthy words mixed with praise makes my pussy throb. I do as he says, rocking my hips against his foot as I continue working Ford with my mouth. The pressure against my clit through the layers of fabric is maddening—not quite enough, but just enough to keep me on edge and desperate.
“Fuck, look at her go,” Hayden groans, and I can hear the sound of a zipper. “She’s grinding against Gabriel like she’s in heat. Our dirty girl loves being used, doesn’t she?”
The plane starts to accelerate down the runway, and I feel Ford’s thighs tense beneath my hands. But when I glance up at him through my lashes, his eyes are closed in bliss, his mouth open as he pants with pleasure instead of fear.
I take him deeper, until his cock hits the back of my throat and I swallow around him. His hips jerk involuntarily, and he curses under his breath.
“Just like that,” he gasps. “Swallow my cock. Take all of it.”
We hit a patch of turbulence as we lift off, the plane shuddering slightly, and my teeth accidentally graze his sensitive skin. Ford stiffens, and for a moment I think I’ve reminded him we’re flying, but when I look up, his eyes are blazing with dark heat instead of panic.
“Bad girl.” He draws out the words, his voice low. “Did you just bite me?”
The tone of his voice makes my pussy clench with anticipation. Gabriel chuckles behind me, the sound rich and languid.
“I think our girl needs some punishment for that,” he says. “She’s been very naughty.”
A little squeak escapes my mouth at that. The idea of being ‘punished’ by them, here on this plane, has me practically squirming. “Yes,” I breathe, pulling off Ford’s cock with a wet pop. “I’ve been so bad.”
“Then come here,” Ford commands, his hands gripping my waist as he helps me up and guides me across his lap.