Chapter Twenty Five
“I’ve never been on a plane.” Price drawled, as we waited on the slightly windy tarmac for Mo to drive the car away, and for the pilot to finish giving the rundown of whatever ridiculous security questions Lincoln was drilling her about.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved how serious my bunny was and his desire to keep me safe was sweet. But I was tired and hungry and had missed dinner. Which wasn’t my fault. It was his. His and Kody’s, specifically seeing as they had been taking it in turns to do thoroughly debasing things that had been far too fun. And now we had run out of time for Kody’s food, so I was going to have to eat on the plane. But in order to eat on the plane, I had to be on the plane. And I couldn’t get aboard until dictator Lincoln had given me permission. So sure, he was sweet and all, but if he didn’t hurry up, I would junk punch him or kneecap him or something.
I may or may not have been just a tiny bit hangry. Just a little.
“Never, ever?” I asked Price, as I tried to bask in the last of the dark but clear sky before we headed off to dreary England and no doubt got rained on all the time we were there and lived in a mess of gray.
That’s what the internet had told me, anyway. It had said the top three things I needed to know about England, where that they drank a lot of tea, it always rained, even when it was hot, and that they did not have the patience for people who dawdled or got into other people’s business. The biggest pet hate of Londoners was when people walked in their way or hovered on the street like idiots. So I refused to do any of that. I would sprint through the city, drink enough tea to drown the country, and I would mind my own business.
Well, I’d mind my business to an extent. I was there to find Shannon O’Malley at the house she supposedly lived in with her family, in her generically normal life.
The one I only felt the slightest bit guilty about crashing.
“Well, I did once when I was like six months old when my parents had to go to a random cousin’s wedding in Florida. But as it didn’t take me out of the country, nor was I aware of it, I don’t count it. Which means today is the first legit time I had ever been on a plane.” Price carried on talking as he grabbed my hand.
It was fucking terrifying going on a plane; he said. And as much as I disagreed, I coddled him and held him until we were situated inside and had taken off into the sky after a quick rundown of what was what from the pilot – a beautiful blonde woman called Heather, who’d been in a cute, crisp white suit.
My plane was fancy and comfortable. It was all white and cream, leather, and smelled expensive. There were seats for ten people, a bedroom with a super king bed and an ensuite. Plus, there was a kitchen and bar on board, which could only mean one thing. A giant buffet within fifteen minutes of us taking off and the seatbelt sign letting us know we were free to move.
Fucking finally.
“I could live here.” I commented as I grabbed another tiny sandwich triangle; this one was salmon and cream cheese on fancy seeded bread. “These foods are so cute and if Kody made them all, I think we could spend forever on the plane seeing pretty clouds and eating.”
Plus, nobody could shoot me with a rifle on the plane. Nor could they take a shot at one of my loved ones. The only one who was even a slight danger with a gun was Lincoln, but I knew I could beat his ass in a fight if I wanted to. I was sure of it.
“Same.” Price sighed as he leaned back against my shoulder, using me as a pillow – one of my favorite things he did. “Tiny sandwiches are so good because they make me feel like a giant, but eating them in the air is even better.”
“Exactly.” I nodded. “We should do this more.”
Even Kody seemed happy about the food and within the hour we had eaten most of the buffet and everyone but me and Price had fallen asleep. All my boys were in their chairs, snuggled under blankets and softly snoring, and Widow and Delilah, who were sharing the two-seater couch on the opposite wall to me as they watched some sort of cartoon together.
Nobody else knew where we were going – aside from the rest of the Jester boys and Retta – as I thought it was safer. If Misha and Darius were right about Cassidy Bruins being Shannon O’Malley, then it meant their other theory about someone hacking my company, phones, and whatever else was potentially true too. And if I was under surveillance, it seemed smart to keep my plans and outings secret. Kellan, Darius, and Retta had been given strict instructions to keep the house and its inhabitants safe, but to also lie through their teeth and tell everyone we were helping Delilah do something to do with her father. Not that it would be hard. Retta insisted she would keep everyone on a strict, no messing around, schedule.
Even Beau had no idea I was going to England, even if he was aware I had asked for the plane. Not that I didn’t trust him, of course I did, but again, he was a risk I couldn’t afford to take. If someone was monitoring the Red Diamonds, it meant they were watching him, too. And until Misha and Darius could figure out who had been in my servers, and who was a potential threat, then I would keep my mouth shut wherever needed.
There were even secrets I kept from my men. Parts of my plan that none but my own mind were aware of with the exception of a few of the girls, mostly Rika.
I had to tell her – I needed her help for something that nobody else could do.
“You okay, gorgeous?” Price kissed along my throat, distracting me from my worrying and the animated movie playing through on the TV in front of us. “You seem off.”
“Price.” I sighed.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure you are willing to risk so much to play bait? I worry about this engagement we plan; I think it could go bad for you.” Sure, I had assurances in place and a plan ready and raring to go. But there was still a chance that everything went wrong. There was a possibility that the things I wanted to play out didn’t happen – either because of external circumstances or because my stalker somehow wised up.
They may have been mentally unwell, but they were not foolish. Cassie O’Malley had been working against my family for decades and there was no way a stupid woman could have achieved that.
“I’m hardly risking anything.” Price sat up, swapping our place so that I rested against his chest instead and he could stroke little circles over my back with his thumb. “Plus, I told you I was gonna marry you in Vegas and I am a man of my word. This engagement may be to bait your stalker out, but if we don’t get murdered, then your peachy ass is walking down an aisle towards me, or I can carry you over my shoulder. Either works for me, beautiful.”
I giggled, but it quickly died out.
“You are taking the most risk. My stalker will try to kill you. Again.”
He shrugged. “I know.”
“And you are not scared?” I was scared for him, and yet he seemed entirely fine with the idea.
“I’m scared.” He admitted.
Sitting up, I shrugged off his arm so I could grab his hand instead. Clutching him tightly in my grip seemed like something my brain desperately needed, even if I wasn’t supposed to be letting anyone know just how stressed and worried I was.
If I couldn’t act confident about our plan, then how could I expect anyone else to?
“But then, why do you do it?” I asked.
Price smiled at me, the love in his eyes enough to warm the coldest parts of my heart. “Because I love you. And I will always do anything to look out for those I love. Even if it’s something small, like making sure they’ve eaten, or something bigger, like playing bait to a psychopathic hitwoman.”
His confession was sweet, but he was slightly mistaken. He was not going to be bait like he thought. I would never let him be in true danger and though I knew he was desperate to protect me, I had every intention of putting as many safety measures in place as I could to keep him safe.
The only person taking any danger from now on was me. Nobody else would risk their lives. I wouldn’t allow it.
“Like taking a bomb collar instead of giving them one, or maybe telling a psychopath that you were the one to record the videos of his men dying.” I reminded him of his heroics – one of many times he had more than proved himself as a good man in every fiber of his soul.
He grinned. “Exactly that. So don’t stress, gorgeous. We’re going to be fine and this time next year, it’s all going to be a bad memory that doesn’t even bother you anymore. Because we are all going to be on a fancy beach somewhere, living our best life.”
I stared at him. He stared at me. And though I was worried, and stressing, and had all manner of dark thoughts racing through my mind, I could ignore them for now. For one major reason.
I was going to marry one of the men I loved and, despite everything else in my life, I was rather happy with that.
“Okay.” I said. “I can pretend not to stress.” My eyes lifted, moving to the back of the plane for a moment, seeing if Delilah and Widow still had their headphones in and were concentrating on their show.
“What are you looking at?” Price whispered in my ear. “Because it looks to me like you’re making sure nobody can see us.”
To answer his question, I climbed onto his lap, straddling my legs either sides of his thick thighs.
“You got underwear on?” He kept his voice low.
I pouted as I spread my legs wider and lifted up my skirt. “Unfortunately.”
“It’s fine.” He moved his hand down, yanking my thong to the side and replacing it with his fingers. “I can make do in this very tight little space and clothes.” He winked as he rubbed my pussy, not needing that long to make me wet enough to fit his massive cock without issue.
Lifting my hips, I gave Price enough room to unzip his jeans and pull them down a little with his boxers.
“We have to be quick.” I muttered. “The others might wake soon.” Or the staff could have come to check on us, and I was not in the mood for that embarrassing altercation.
“I can do quick.” He pulled me down onto him as he spoke. “I can do fast.” He gripped my hips, angling me just right. “All I need you to do is bounce that pretty pussy on my cock so I can fill you up with come.”
“I guess I can do that.” I giggled as I started moving. “Only because you asked so nicely, papi.”
“If I ask you for something else nicely, will you do it?” His lips were beside my ear, as I placed my hands on his shoulders, using the stability to bounce easier.
The last thing I wanted was to fall off him. Partly because it would have made me look like a dickhead, mostly because I was craving his touch and didn’t want to waste the perfect opportunity to get it.
“Of course.” I said.
“When I’m done with you, I want you to sneak over there to Lincoln.” Price whispered as I moved faster, doing my best to make this an actual quickie, and not one that turned into an hour long fuck session. “I want you to wake him up with something nice so we can see if we can wipe that scowl off his face before we get off the plane.”
“You want me to go and fuck him next?” My hips moved faster as I slammed myself down hard enough that I would be feeling it in the morning. “I can do that if you think it would help.”
Price gripped me tighter, helping me move as he met me thrust for thrust.
“I know it will help because it always helps me.” He panted. “So let me fill you up and then you go be a good girl for me.”
It was hardly a chore. And a handful of minutes later, when we both covered our screams and fell apart together, I barely took a second to catch my breath before I was sliding off of Price, fixing my outfit, and padding across the plane to my target.
Sinking to my knees, I was careful not to make too much noise or disturb anyone else. I kept my movements slow as I lifted Lincoln’s blanket, gently pulling it to the side so I could access his sweatpants. Luckily for me, he was wearing them, and not jeans, because it was hard enough to pull at his waistband and get it out of my way already. In jeans, it would have been damn near impossible.
Lincoln wriggled a bit as I softly danced my hand over his crotch, but he didn’t wake up. At least he didn’t for a minute whilst I rubbed my hand over him to make him hard, and then I sunk my lips around his cock, right down to the base, waking him straight up.
“Fuck.” I felt his fingers wrap in my hair, tightening as he softly moaned. “Am I dreaming?”
I giggled but didn’t stop moving up and down, swirling my tongue around as much as I could, tasting the deliciousness of El Diablo himself. He was rather tasty for a psychopath and it was mildly addicting. So much so that I was already imagining how many times we could repeat the same thing later on in our hotel.
“You wanna let me take over, or are you good doing all the work, princess?” Lincoln whispered.
I pulled off him long enough to speak. “Let me do it.”
“Okay.” I swore I could hear him grin. “You do it all then – I’ll sit here and just watch how good you are at swallowing my cock.”
Lincoln didn’t just sit there. He kept his grip in my hair super tight so I could feel the shivers of pleasure/pain along my scalp. He even whispered compliment after filthy compliment my way, careful to keep his words just for me as I had the tiniest bit of disappointment that we hadn’t all gone to the bedroom to nap instead of our chairs. Not because I wasn’t thoroughly enjoying myself, especially as I felt him tense up and his thighs shake, but because I wanted to do more.
Everyone; that’s what I wanted. I wanted all of my boys. In the bed, in me. I wanted to see how much fun we could have in the middle of the clouds before reality came back to hit us again.
It was on my list of things to do in England.
As I entertained myself with thoughts of future orgies and the taste of my boyfriend, I almost nearly choked. My eyes were watering, the urge to cough starting, and none of it made me inclined to quit. Even more so when Lincoln bucked his hips a little. I tried to take him deeper, forcing myself not to breathe for as long as I could, until I had managed to do enough that I knew there was no returning now.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth and you better swallow it all, princess. I want to watch you take it and enjoy it.” He groaned, pushing my head down further, just the way I liked it.
It was nothing but a whole lot of fun as I finished him off with a handful of seconds more, happily swallowing every ounce of pleasure that he spurted onto my tongue.
“Fuck me, beautiful.” Lincoln instantly yanked me upright, pulling me onto his lap after he fixed his sweats. “I love you, and not just because you can suck dick far too well.”
I snuggled against his chest, practically purring like a cat as he wrapped his big arms around me, holding me tight and panting.
“I love you more, bunny.” I promised. “From now until the end of time.”
I felt him chuckle. “Good. Now go to sleep.” He yawned through his attempts to get his breathing normal. “You’ve sucked the energy out of me, and I need to continue my nap if I’m going to be any good on this trip.”
“It didn’t seem like you minded.” I replied as I rested my head on his shoulder and got more comfortable.
“Oh, I didn’t.” He held me closer like he was scared I would fly away. “I’d never mind anything you did to me. So long as you’re near, I could never be unhappy.”
“Right back at you, Linc.” I vowed, meaning every word far more than I ever thought I would have. “I like having you with me.”