Page 137 of Isla

"Afraid not."

Jesus. I follow her to the plane, then up the stairs, holding my skirts high so I don't trip.

"Can you tell me how long the flight is?" I ask, crossing my fingers.

"That I can do. Four hours."

Four hours. That means it's still in Europe, which explains the bazillion suitcases since we'll need cold-weather clothes. I duck my head to enter the plane and then freeze. The sheer opulence is astounding. The main part of the cabin has four plush chairs facing each other and two couches beyond that, also facing each other. The guys are all standing there, hands in their pockets, looking out of place.

"What's back there?" I ask them, gesturing to the door behind them.

"A bedroom," Henry says, looking dazed.

My stomach jumps, my heartbeat taking up residence between my legs almost immediately.

Katie reappears with a tray full of champagne flutes. "Congratulations on your wedding. We're ready to take off once the four of you are seated and buckled. You're free to move around the cabin once we're at cruising altitude and the pilot turns off the seatbelt sign. I'll be in the crew quarters at the front of the plane. Please push the attendant button if you need anything." She waits for us to sit and buckle before handing us our champagne and disappearing back into the crew quarters. Two minutes later, the plane is taxiing down the runway.

"Charlie didn't tell any of you anything?" I ask, suspiciously studying each of their faces. They all shake their heads.

"She asked me what our schedules were like after the wedding,but I thought it was because she was going to have a party or something, notthis," Dylan says, shaking his head in disbelief.

I think back, realizing how many questions Charlie asked me over the last few months. "I think she's been planning this since we set a date for the wedding. I told her we were going to wait to take a honeymoon, but she said something about it being the slow season and the perfect time to go on one."

Henry shrugs. "She's right. It'll be mayhem in the summer, especially with the castle opening to guests."

"Charlie knows best." My laugh turns into a strangled screech as the pilot accelerates, pressing me back into my seat. I'm not scared of a lot of things, but being twenty-five thousand feet up in the air in a tiny tin can will do it. As the wheels lift from the ground and gravity takes hold, it suddenly feels like the dress weighs a million pounds. I adjust the stream of air from the vent over my seat, aiming it directly at my face.

"Isla? What can I help with?" Henry asks, palming my thigh through my skirts and squeezing comfortingly.

I lean forward in my seat, twisting away from him. "Unzip me. Please."

He leans over his armrest and slides the zipper down. I shrug out of my sleeves, pushing the bodice down to my waist. I lean back and close my eyes, taking deep breaths as I concentrate on the cool air hitting my face.

Theo clears his throat. "Isla, what are you wearing?"

Oh fuck. My eyes pop open. "It was supposed to be a surprise," I wail. I ruined it.

"Oh, it's a surprise, all right," Dylan whispers, his gaze searing my skin.

I look down at the emerald green straps crisscrossing my torso, my tits pushed up to the heavens, jiggling with every little movement the plane makes.

"Don't stop there," Theo rasps, motioning for me to continue undressing. A swirling maelstrom of need edges out the nerves, and I latch onto it. I plant my hands on the armrests, lifting my weight fromthe seat. Theo leans over and tugs at the bottom of my dress, slowly sliding it down my body.

"Fuck me, Isla." Henry's voice washes over me like a thousand fingertips brushing my skin, plucking at my nipples, sliding between my legs. All three of them sit there staring at me, their eyes tracing the top of my stockings, traveling up my garters and to the straps that cross over to the opposite hip. Theo unbuckles, dropping to his knees and shuffling between my legs, his hands rough on my thighs.

"Theo, you're supposed to stay buckled," I say, pushing at his shoulders.

He buries his face in the vee of my thighs, inhaling. "If I die tonight, I'll die a happy man, Isla. The devil himself couldn't keep me from you right now." I give in, dropping my head back against the headrest as he slides his hands up my body, slipping his thumbs inside the cups of my bra to tease my nipples. I relax into the plush leather seat, my legs opening in invitation, his hips pressing into my thighs as he leans over me and crushes his lips to mine. He tweaks my nipples hard, and I arch my back, gasping against his mouth, He takes advantage, pushing his tongue between my lips. I roll my hips against him, desperately seeking friction, needing to feel his hard length between my legs. Growling against my lips, slides his hand over the arm of my chair until he finds the recline button and follows me down. I barely hear the seatbelt notification, too enthralled by the way Theo's making me feel, but Dylan seems to think it's his signal and crouches at the head of my chair, deftly unbuckling me and sliding me out from under Theo's body. Dylan swings me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed and staring down at me, his eyes dark with need.

"I'd tell you how fucking sexy you look, but you already know that, don't you?" He slides his fingers under the straps on my stomach, following them slowly down to my hips, squeezing my flesh as he goes, as if he's holding back some feral part of himself. "You make me feel things I've never felt before, Isla."

I take a shuddering breath. "Like what?"

He tugs at one of the straps with his finger. "I want to cut this off ofyou, tear your panties off, and bury my cock in that sweet heat between your legs."

"Do it," Henry whispers, his voice thick with need. "She wants it, Dylan."

Dylan pulls a pocketknife out and slashes through the straps in a matter of seconds before unbuckling his belt and pulling out his cock. I whimper as he presses his thumb against my clit through my panties, then fists the material, ripping it from my body. Climbing on the bed, he slams inside me with a groan. I bury my face against his shoulder, whimpering as he lights up my body, every nerve ending going haywire as he fucks me.

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