Page 19 of Love Thief

He jumps on behind me and holds my waist. He’s so warm and comforting. He always makes me feel safe. Leaning in to kiss the back of my head, he brushes my hair over one shoulder and I half turn my head to listen to him. His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “Don’t kill me.” He then leans back slightly, points at his chest, and Xan the madman is back. “I'm the best man at a wedding very soon, the bride is counting on me.”

“That she is. Hang on Xander, baby, it’s a wild ride!”

I throttle the quad back towards the farm, both of us yelling our heads off all the way home.

Chapter

Seven

KELLEN

My sons can’t make Vegas. Everyone decides it’s too tight a schedule and if anything goes wrong, they’ll miss the exams. And to be honest, Evie is like a cat on a hot tin roof over getting them back in time. I want her to enjoy Vegas, not be worrying over getting back before we’ve even gone. They were at the “real” wedding and they’ve seen and done Vegas already, so that little bit of stress is sorted.

To everyone on the outside, it’s simply rock stars on tour, a cameo at a big boxing night, easy pay day, blah, blah, blah. The paps have been tipped off, and all the band are up for a jaunt, Vegas style. The remaining two women of the entourage who survived the cull are coming with us and Levi and Becky will meet us there. Kenny has volunteered himself and Grace to come to support us at the gig. Not sure how Evie is going to manage not telling her anything before the wedding.

Attempting to be on my best behaviour, I’m super polite to everyone, even making sure all the girls are okay when we get on the plane. Mick gets all the guys set, and then helps Tommy who is trying to corral all the women into the right seats. I’m no help whatsoever as I can’t keep my eyes off my wife. No way am I going to last nearly eleven hours cooped up not touching her. She’s not even wearing anything super sexy, opting for casual clothes—shorts, flip flops, a T-shirt and I think some sort of halter neck top underneath—and I’m still panting after her.

Evie starts to shiver and her nipples are sticking out of the soft T-shirt. I can see Xander nearly gulping down his drink as she goes past to grab a blanket.

I whack him on the back of his head really hard. “Stop eye fucking her,” I command into his ear.

He laughs at me. “Not a chance.”

We start early on the whiskey and Evie pulls out some of Marshall's special brew. “Fuck me, we’re gonna die on this flight,” I say to them all as I pour them large measures.

All the girls seem to be getting on, with Evie playing nice even with Gabe’s two—Tiff and Bells. They’re all drinking some other whiskey she’s brought just for them.

Shoving me away as I try to get at it, she barks, “Drink your own." Not long after, they’re laughing like hyenas, and looking at some shitty magazines.

Not long after takeoff, we get into a card game which gets more ridiculous the more drinks we have. Xander, who is totally shit at cards anyway, is down about ten grand and we’ve only been in the air a few hours.

I send occasional glances Evie’s way and watch as she gets more and more flushed. My cock is aching to get to her, but the plan is to restrain myself on the flight; a bit of flirting, but nothing major, build it up. The only issue with that is I’ve never been one for the slow build up, especially not where she’s concerned.

Clearly bored, and whilst the others try to get a bit of sleep, she wanders over to our game. Xander, who is still on his losing streak, makes a grab for her before she can get to me. “Sit with me and bring me luck.” He pats his thigh and she looks over at me.

I just smile at her, tamping down my urge to pull her to me, my blood fizzing in anticipation of her being near.

Xander nods at me as she hops onto his thigh and falls into his lap, leaning back into him to look at his cards. She takes in the cards that have gone already, smirks at me, and whispers into Xan’s ear.

“That’s not fair,” Kenny pipes up, “you’re helping him.”

”Of course I am. He needs all the help he can get, by the looks of it,” she retorts.

“If he loses, he’ll be miserable all the time we’re in Vegas,” puts in Gabe.

I see the look pass between her and Xan. The fuckers are cooking it up. They always teamed up at cards when we were young, otherwise Xan used to start fights with her brothers.

Her face is flushed and Xander’s is getting redder with each whisper in his ear.

“Phew, it's getting hot. Xan, you’re like an oven,” she says leaning onto him before suddenly sitting up and whipping off her T-shirt.

Fucking hell. My cock is standing to full attention, and I want to touch her stomach and tits. They’re held in by some white halter-neck crop-top that’s tied behind her neck. Xan nearly falls off his seat, and when he grabs her to stop her falling sideways, her tits jiggle in the top. Apparently she’s no longer hot. Her nipples are proudly standing out, and she looks directly at me and smirks.

Witch. She knows that none of them will be able to concentrate. Clearly in control, exactly where she likes to be, she picks the card for Xan and puts her arm around the back of his head, rubbing his hair, but she’s looking at me whilst she does it.

I get the message loud and clear. ”This is what I want to do to you,” she’s telling me with her eyes. She is going to fucking kill me.

Xan manages to put his card down, Gabe and Kenny fold, and she raises her eyebrows at me, and waits. Fuck this.

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