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Upon seeing a sign in the back reading “panadería y pastelería,” I let the scents of baked goods lead the way. So add “part bakery” to this slice of heaven.
On the way, I was throwing random shit into my basket. Chocolate bars, candy marketed for children—knowing full well I’d probably have an opportunity to pick stuff up in Spain. But it made me feel closer to Blake. We were officially on our way to her.
Elliott grabbed a bag of chips and threw it into my basket too. Or, our basket?
“Fuck yeah, get a few of those,” I heard Reese say closer to the back. He and Shay had reached the baked goods already, while River was inspecting something nearby. “Riv, you want your orejas with cinnamon sugar, right?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
I turned around when I felt Elliott pressing a kiss to my neck.
I smiled and got his mouth with mine.
“It’d been too long,” he murmured.
Christ, I was finally gonna get to know this version of Elliott, the one I’d only caught glimpses of so far. The one who was so fucking sweet and affectionate.
“We can’t have that.” I teased the tip of his tongue with mine and locked an arm around his neck.
He squeezed me to him, sending ripples of pleasure through me. His hugs were the fucking best. Tight, encompassing, warm. Beingheldby Elliott Jones was unlike anything else.
“I don’t know how, but I’m gonna take credit! One way or another, I played a part!” That was Reese. Maybe he was high.
Elliott chuckled and broke from the kiss, only to glance at someone behind me, presumably that loud Tenley twin.
I looked over my shoulder, finding Reese there with a bag of sweets, and he was chewing on half a…something.
“Whoa.Boss.” And now we had Crew’s attention on the other end of the aisle too.
“Oh, shut up and mind your own business,” Elliott said. With zero annoyance in his tone. “Joel’s mine, end of bedtime story time.”
I grinned at him while the others dispersed. “Let’s get some pastries for the flight. I’m in the mood for tres leches.”
“Damn—that sounds good.”
* * *
The Hillcroft people might know a thing or two about roughing it in everything from the rainforest to the desert, but they were familiar with luxury too. We boarded the private Bombardier jet with all our backpacks to the sight of the sun rising over the mountains, and Elliott was quick to usher me past the kitchenette slash bar and serving area, past the first seating section with eight incredibly cushy-looking chairs, past the bathroom, and back to where we were gonna catch some Zs.
He was clearly on a mission, so I let him do his thing. One chair on each side of the aisle could be slid sideways before reclining fully. It made for a narrower aisle, but those beds he’d been talking about were double. We were gonna be able to sleep next to each other.
Next, he pulled out plastic-wrapped sheets from a side compartment.
“You’ve done this before,” I deduced.
“Once or twice.” He sent me a brief smirk before fanning out the sheet.
Then he was shoving our bags underneath the seats.
I raked my teeth across my bottom lip and glanced back into the other section where the guys were inspecting the bar and the movie selection.
Jealousy burned in my gut at the thought of Elliott sharing a bed with others. Sleeping with others, holding others, kissing them, fucking them. I didn’t care if they were men or women, a one-night stand or that fucking idiot he’d actually gotten engaged to a few years ago.
He was mine, goddammit.
“You ready to get some slee—hey, what’s with the scowl?”
I composed my face and tried to shake it off. “Nothing. Just don’t like thinkin’ about you with others.” I shrugged out of my shirt and draped it over the thin pillow closest to me. That would be my bed.
