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We both fucking saw how that flight attendant reacted around us, and we both fucking know what’s at stake if we’re right about why.
If Protein Plus is making women that fucking crazy for our cocks, it might mean that Kara’s under its influence, too.
In fact, at the rate she’s been chugging those fucking things, it definitely means she is.
Fuck, man. A woman this fucking hot, this sexy and liberated, this fucking horny, and this willing to take both of us at once?
Kara could have any man in the goddamn world.
If she’s only with us because we’ve fucking brainwashed her with our cum shakes, I’ll be fucking crushed.
But it’s best if we bite the bullet now. Tell her, get her off the fucking things, and let her sort it out.
“Kara, babe,” I say, trying to get this over with while we’ve got the chance.
“Look,” she growls into my shoulder all grumpily, “If you two wanna use your fucking mouths right now, go down on me. If you’re not gonna lick my pussy, then let your woman sleep.”
Our woman. If she had any idea what that fucking meant to me, she’d listen to what we had to say.
But while the prospect of going down on our woman here on the plane is an interesting one, it’s not the fucking time. Besides, the doors are open, and the flight attendants are ushering out the VIP passengers already. Thankfully, it’s a buff-looking dude attendant who comes to let us know we’re welcome to leave the plane—because if I had to see that fucking woman attendant again, I wasn’t going to be happy.
I lift Kara up and cradle her in my arms while Eric grabs our bags. She’s put on a little weight in muscle since we met her—which I’m pretty fucking proud of—but she’s still light as a fucking feather in my arms.
She catnaps the whole way through customs and immigration, too. Poor little thing must be exhausted—I guess before we left, we must have fucked her too hard.
By the time we finally get our checked luggage, she’s groggy—but thankfully, awake. I just want to get this girl to the hotel suite as soon as we can so we can break the fucking news to her.
I care more about Kara fucking Gilmore than I’ve ever cared about anyone in my life—and from the way she’s always cooing and fussing over Eric and me, I’m pretty sure she cares about us, too.
Whatever’s going on with these fucking protein shakes, we’ll sort it out together. Figure out what’s best for Kara, make a plan, and set it into action.
I just want her to be happy, man. I want her to be safe. That’s the important thing. Everything else—my own feelings for her included—it’s all fucking irrelevant by comparison.
Unfortunately for us, as soon as we exit the airport, I realize that we’ve got a different set of problems on our hands.
Problem number one is the goddamn press. As soon as we come out those doors, the world erupts in catcalls and camera flashes.
“Kara! Kara Gilmore!” some asshole with a big-ass professional-sized video camera shouts. “Tell us, do you take both dicks in your pussy, your ass, or do you take one in each hole?”
I slam the heel of my hand into his fucking camera lens before Kara can answer.
“Why don’t you bend the fuck over, buddy?” I snarl. “We’ll see how much of this camera your ass can hold.”
Lucky for him, he’s not as dumb as he looks. Little fucker backs away nice and slow without a follow-up question.
Unfortunately, he’s one piece of shit in a wave of media sewage.
“Kara! Kara! Do you sleep with both of them at night, or do they have a visitation schedule?”
“Twelve inches, huh? So would you say your holes are more wrecked, or would you say they’re destroyed?”
“Kara! Show us your tits again!”
That guy—the last one—him, I karate chop in the throat so hard he swallows his fucking cigarette.
“Can’t fight ‘em all, Chase,” Eric says under his breath. He’s shrugging his suit jacket off to drape around Kara’s shoulders and—breaks my fucking heart—she’s curled up beneath it, shielding herself from all the flashing lights.
This girl is a model, for fuck’s sake. She’s used to photographers, cameras, and candids. But these assholes are a whole new breed of fucked up, and they have no fucking problems making even confident, balls-out, in-your-face Kara Gilmore feel small and attacked.
