Page 88 of One Way Out

I nod against his T-shirt.

It is.

My hips roll, and I work on forcing more of him inside of me. Heat pulses through my system, and my head swims. Everything is hazy like when I’m in a wave of heat.

I wish we were in a confined space, but having the blanket tucked around my neck helps. I’m so hot I feel like I’m burning alive, and I’m pretty sure coming all over Omen’s hand would help. Although, if I got his cock inside me, I could soak up his cum.

My heat-addled mind tries to figure out a way I could get his cock in my mouth, and he could eat me out while fucking me with his hand…all while in the airplane seat. Granted, it’s bigger than the ones I’ve seen in first class back in the US, but it’s not happening. Maybe if he reclined the seat all the way back, I could hold myself up using his thighs…

Omen twists his hand, brushing places inside me that send me soaring. I grind to meet him, and his shaft lines up perfectly with my butt cheeks. He groans, shaking his head. “You know, pet. I was daydreaming about shoving my entire fist inside you, but I think I have an even naughtier idea.”

Stretching up, I bury my nose in his throat. His scratchy stubble pokes my skin, and if it leaves beard burn, I’ll gladly wear it with pride.

“What’s that?” I whisper, clenching around his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me, but you’re going to have to stay quiet,” he murmurs, tilting his face close to my ear. “Once you’re done, you can make your way around to the other three. Hmm, I wonder if that counts as a train if you’re fucking us.”

He teases my clit with his palm, and I’m so close, but he pulls his hand free. I grind my teeth to keep from whining and begging, instead focusing on how sexy it sounds to have each one of them inside me. By the time we land, I’ll be bathed in their scents.

Omen’s hand tightens on my ass, pulling me up enough that he can get his sweats down. My face falls against his shoulder, rolling around as I breathe in aloe and fresh rain. I love the way he smells.

The next thing I know, he gives me a little shove back down. His tip is at my opening and then he’s inside me. I’m so slick, it’s no problem to slide down his length.

“God, woman. You’re going to be the death of me,” he says softly. “Ride me, but be sneaky about it.” His shaft jumps inside me, and it goads me into acting. He’s got one arm around my lower back and his hand helps me move. The other arm wraps around my shoulders, and he cradles my skull. It leaves me feeling completely protected.

My pheromones tinge the air, but the scent of my arousal is everywhere. I’d honestly be shocked if the guys haven’t noticed, but the idea of a naughty quickie spurs me on.

My clit brushes Omen’s pelvis as I bounce and grind. It takes an embarrassing amount of time before my inner walls lock tight on his length. Then again, he was fucking me with his hand long before I woke up.

I groan and bite Omen’s pec through the T-shirt to muffle my noises. My orgasm washes over me, and the pleasure is violent.

Omen’s cock swells, kicking inside me. “That’s it, pet. Let me make a mess of you.” He goes rigid, and his grip on my ass and hip grows almost painful.

It’s also really sexy.

Being able to feel how desperate he is for me in the bond has me continuing to grind my hips long after his orgasm is over.

He chuckles and pats my ass. “You know what you’re supposed to do now.”

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Wrapping the blanket around my back, I get to my feet and wobble in Leo’s direction since his seat is adjacent to Omen’s.

Only, Shaw’s eyes sparkle, and he makes a mad grab for my hips. He’s been directly across from us in the seat facing Omen’s, but my back was to him.

I have no idea if he was watching.

He couldn’t have seen much with the blanket, anyway.

He nods to his lap. “Climb on, but I want you facing Omen.”

The large bulge in his jeans makes me believe he’s known what was going down the entire time. I fight with the blanket to make sure it’ll cover up my front and back.

Shaw’s belt jiggles, and I’m pretty sure he gets his jeans down, but I’m blocking him from anyone else being able to see what’s happening. Even me—unless I was to twist my head to check. His cool hands land on my hips, and it’s only now I notice how warm my skin is.

“Legs up, put your shins on either side of my thighs,” he says, reaching around the front of my leg and tugging so I know what he means.

I end up in his lap, facing Omen, who is across from us. My back rests against Shaw’s chest, and he moves his crown to my opening.

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