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The corners of our lips touch, but I continue until I’m able to stare into his eyes again. Our breath mingles together with every exhale. Something passes between us that I can’t name. The sparkle in his eyes says he knows exactly what his words do to me though. They were executed with precision and that damn magical British accent.
His fingers flex on my neck, reminding me of the possessive hold he has, it sends a warmth of safety throughout my entire body. My panties are fucking soaked. A growl vibrates through his chest as it rips free from his throat. It severs the tight hold we have on our control, and in the split second where I move to close the centimeters between us, I’m ripped from his lap.
Chapter 5
Remi
“She’s mine tonight, asshole, but thanks for getting her primed for me,” Vander rumbles out as he walks toward the back of the plane. His strong arms are holding me firmly to him, and the fresh scent of his body wash reaches me. He’s missing all the soot smeared on his face that was there the last time I saw him. And of course he’s decided not to wear the sling anymore—probably thinking he’s strong enough to grit through the pain.
His arms flex tighter around me as if he fears me being taken from him like he did to Cole. I wouldn’t be able to escape him if I wanted to. As much as I want Cole right now, I did make a deal with Vander.
“Motherfucker! Not cool!” Cole yells, jumping from his seat. “Just because she agreed to share her bed with you tonight doesn’t mean you get to act all caveman and whisk her away. We can be respectful when sharing time with her.” He makes a good point, but Vander isn’t having any of it.
“I don’t give two shits, romancer. Get fucked,” Vander throws over his shoulder. Someone seems to be in a shit mood.
“I was going to until you interrupted,” Cole mumbles under his breath.
We reach the door to the bedroom, and he kicks it open. “Hey hold up! We need to get our shit loaded and discuss where to go,” Jasper calls out.
“New York City. Bags are your problem,” Vander answers, slamming the door behind us. He throws me on the bed, the force of it has me bouncing several times.
“Why New York, Vander?” Jasper yells through the door, fury threading through his words as if he knows something about why we shouldn’t be going there.
Vander ignores his question, locking the door right before Jasper and Cole bang against it. “Open the door! We need to talk about this. It’s a group decision.” This time it’s Cole’s angry tone.
“If you want to discuss it, then you have to wait until after I’m done with Remington. Waste your time if you want, but end of the day, we’ll be going to New York. Now leave us alone, or I’ll knock you out to get some privacy.” Vander prowls toward me, having already pushed them out of his mind.
“What’s with all the yelling?” Grayson asks, his words mumbled from sleep.
I don’t have time to think about them because Vander is already climbing on the bed. “What’s with all the caveman bullshit?” I question.
“Did you really think you’d get any other version of me when I’ve been forced to be away from you for hours? You’re smarter than that. Now get over here,” he orders.
“Nuh uh. I’ve got questions for you, buddy,” I quip.
“Negative. I’m spanking that ass red, and then I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk. You’re going to cum so many times on my cock, you’ll lose count. But not until I give you permission. After that I’ll hold you in my arms while we get some sleep. And then, only then, you will get your answers,“ he tells me, crawling between my legs.
I don’t even have the chance to object because his lips are on mine in the next moment, his large hands running up my sides and under my shirt. His touch is soft, even if it’s rushed. I’m instantly consumed by it, all thoughts of the others disappearing, along with their concerns over traveling to New York.
Vander is voracious, his hands roaming everywhere as his lips try to devour me. Before I know it, my clothes are stripped and thrown to the floor, while he’s still completely clothed. Kisses trail down my neck and over my chest, but before he reaches anywhere I’m desperate for him to touch, he’s slipped off the end of the bed, and is staring down at me with his hands on his hips.
He doesn’t speak a word, just gives me a disapproving glare. We’re both willful souls, able to wait each other out for an eternity. He has the distinct advantage of having found me in a state of horniness that refuses to be ignored. I can either drag this out by remaining silent, or I can say something and get myself that much closer to an orgasm.
“What are you doing?” Orgasms win every time.
“I already told you the plan. I’m simply waiting for you to get in position,” he replies. I’m momentarily distracted by my view. Vander is dressed more casually than I’ve ever seen him. A pair of slacks with a black leather belt and a form fitting black t-shirt. His muscles can be seen rippling under the fabric, and the arms are stretched to the point where it looks like they could split with an over zealous flex of his bicep.
Vander is absolutely delicious with all of his overbearing sexual prowess, and dark Italian features. “Get in position?” I question, licking my lips. I’m moments away from accidentally drooling all over myself with how good he looks. And for once he’s willing to throw all his hesitations out the window. What’s more sexy than that?
“Yes, Remington. I want you to roll over, get on your hands and knees, and show me your sweet ass,” he tells me, his words measured so each one has weight to it. As a collective they have me shivering as tingles travel down my spine.
His hawk-like gaze catches the movement, and a smirk slowly grows joining the sparkle in his eyes. There’s something still hidden behind his joy though. It’s in the way he’s watching me, like he’s memorizing every single detail. It brings me back to his question, and I can’t help but wonder what he has to tell me that makes him fear losing me.
My mouth goes dry when he reaches for his belt. I stare transfixed watching him work it free of the buckle and slide it from the loops of his pants. Folding the belt in half, he gestures with it for me to roll over and do what he says. The whole thing has my pussy throbbing with need, so much that my thighs are slick with it.
It doesn’t take me long to do what he wants, rolling over and assuming the doggy position, my ass in the air which also shows him my shining cunt. I’m bared to him in all my glory, posed like a work of art with my back arched and my top half laying flat on the bed.
“That’s my good little slut,” Vander rasps out. He slides behind me rubbing a palm over my ass cheek in a gentle caress. “Such a whore to be so wet for me already. Or is this all for Cole? Does this cunt get dripping wet for all your men, Remington?”
