Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
ANDIE
TWO DAYS LATER
I’m overly warm, but I refuse to move. A hand dips under my panties and teases the sensitive skin just above my mons. Plush lips kiss me. The hand stroking my pubic hair moves lower, and a finger strums my clit like the plucking of a guitar string. My sleepy, pleasure-filled sigh is the music to the song being played. When I come, it’s a sweet release that has me floating and my muscles going lax.
Fingers lace with mine, and I roll my head where it’s resting on someone’s shoulder.
“How long was I out?” I ask no one in particular. It’s a two-hour flight to Mexico, so I couldn’t have been asleep that long.
“We’re about to land,” Rafe says, and I open one eye, then shut it again when a finger slips inside me, pumping slowly and drawing out my orgasm.
Fully awake now, I arch my back, seeking more of what Jax is giving me. “Why do you wake me up with orgasms? Not that I’m complaining,” I add quickly, not wanting him to stop.
“Angel, making you come is my fucking pleasure.”
When I become too sensitive, I tap his arm, and he slides his finger out, then sucks it clean. Rafe pulls me sideways in his lap until I’m draped over both him and Jax on the three-cushion sofa.
Declan’s private jet is more like a luxury motorcoach with wings. There’s sleeping quarters in the back with a king-sized bed and a mid-sized bathroom. The middle of the plane is partitioned, with the forward section nearest to the cockpit equipped with a desk and individual seating. In the back of the plane where we are, there’s a living area with a couch and reclining seats. The rear galley is similar to the ones you see on Dreamliners, just smaller in size.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Rafe says, feathering his thumb over the small, red, raised bump on my arm where Tessa implanted the tracking chip.
“Be glad that I did.”
If I hadn’t gotten the tracker reimplanted, who the hell knows what would’ve happened with Alejandro. My plan to draw him out worked, but Liam and several of the men were injured.
Jax lifts my foot onto his lap, digs his thumb into the sole, and I moan like a whore.
“You better not be fucking back there because I’m coming in and don’t need to see that shit,” Tessa calls out.
“You are such a drama queen,” I yell back.
She walks in and stops to make sure there’s no orgy happening. “Oh, come on. That’s even worse!” she exclaims when she sees Jax rubbing my feet. “You are such a lucky bitch.”
“Everything in place?” I ask her when she drops into the chair across from us.
“Yep.”
“Z doing good?”
I know she’s been keeping tabs. My grin turns smug when I see the rosy blush staining her cheeks that gives her away.
Fortunately, Z and Seamus weren’t badly hurt when the bomb went off in the second SUV. Unfortunately, the state authorities and FBI are now involved. There really isn’t much we can do to stop an investigation from happening this time; however, we can plant misleading information and guide authorities in the direction we want them to look.
A yawning Liam walks out of the bedroom, looking deliciously mussy, and heads straight for the coffee machine. Guess I wasn’t the only one who had a nap.
Keane walks in and takes his seat, clipping the seat belt over his lap. “No time for coffee. Lochlan said to buckle up,” he tells Liam, who gives him the bird while pouring himself a cup. He dumps the rest from the pot and makes sure everything is properly stored away.
Lochlan was the one to shoot the driver and Alejandro. My distant cousin is not only an excellent sniper, but he’s also a pilot.
The large plane seems very, very small now with everyone crowded into one place. The groan of the landing gear coming down fills the cabin.
In the end, it took less than twenty hours for Alejandro to break. He would’ve done anything to stop the torture. I believe what Alejandro said about Kellan. Then again, the man is a liar. Do I want to exhume the body buried in Kellan’s grave? Then what? I can’t keep living my life forever chasing a revenge for a man who lied to me.
Sitting up, I reach for Rafe’s hand and examine it. He used this hand to pluck out his brother’s eye with a screwdriver.
“You ready for this?”
His blue eyes dim slightly as the wheels make contact with the uneven tarmac of the private airstrip.
The elaborate chess game we’ve been playing is almost finished. We’re about to call checkmate.