Page 274 of Quinlan

Her small palm lands in my much larger one. Damien has his hand on the small of her back and Liam has her other hand in his.

“I can walk by myself.” Her voice is thick with lust, her eyes playful.

She’s right. Our help isn’t unnecessary.

Our three babies have her swelling on her first trimester, but she’s still small. She could get up all on her own. But we love touching her. Can’t get enough of it.

“You wouldn’t be able to after we’re done with you.” Damien grazes his lips on the spot between her shoulder and neck.

Quinlan shivers, her breath hitching.

“We have hours, sweetheart.” I would have kissed her, except her clothes are on her, and that pisses me off as much as Ms. Mimosa had. “How many do you think we can squeeze until we land?”

“Rome.” Her blush deepens, reaching her delicate neck.

“I’d say more than five, and that’s underselling it.” Carefully, I take her in my arms and carry her to the back room.

“In three hours?” There’s aclinkas Liam’s Zippo hits the table behind us. “Definitely underselling it.”

He got a new one for himself after the day in the warehouse. An identical golden Zippo like he bought the three of us.In aeternumis engraved on each one of them. Forever in Latin.

“What if I throw up?”

I get hard from the image she’s planted in my head. Desperate. Blind with need so primal that my bones howl for her. Quinlanbeing free to be herself around us is the biggest fucking turn-on imaginable.

“We’ll clean it up, sweetheart.” My lips press to the top of her head. “Then keep fucking you.”

“Oh.”

A partition separates the center of the plane and flight attendant area. It isn’t enough. Here, in the room in the back, we have a bed and a private bathroom with a shower. More importantly, a wood door to keep everyone else outside.

Easier to violate Quinlan without having to worry that we’ll have an audience.

“Come here.” Damien helps her down, careful as he hugs her to his side. He lowers his lips to her ear. “You think there’ll ever be a day we’ll stop taking care of you? A time we won’t want to fuck you, darling?”

More red on her cheeks. More black taking over her pupils. “But puke? Gro—”

“No buts.” The door clicks shut behind me, and Liam turns the key, locking us in. He walks up to her, helping her out of her dress. Strokes her scars, her entire belly. He then grabs her chin. “Your eyes were begging for us to be inside you. Make you come. You’re a horny little thing, and we’re here to tend to your problem. We don’t give a fuck about body fluids. Unless…”

“Unless.” I step in and tear her panties in half from her pussy while Damien relieves her of her bra. I inhale her underwear, my eyes staying on her the whole time.

Her gaze turns hot, hotter still, when I tell her, “Unless it’s your soaked pussy, sweetheart. In that case, we give all the fucks.”

“How wet is she?” Damien gestures for the wet fabric, and I pass it on to him.

“Soaked.”

He sucks in a breath, making a satisfied sound at the back of his throat.

“Little flame.” Liam wraps an arm around Quinlan’s back, his lips crushing into hers.

He’s demanding. Aggressive. The complete opposite of how he handles her carefully onto the bed on her back. He crawls between her legs, sliding his tongue from her slit to her clit.

“Love the taste of you.”

“Liam, please.”

Her plea drags him away from her pussy. He climbs up her body, caging her between his forearms. When he settles between her thighs, small whimpers and urgent pleas spill from her pretty mouth.

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