Page 18 of My Pucking Mates
She doesn’t say anything, just raises an eyebrow with a smirk, waiting for me to tell her, but she isn’t getting off that easy.
“Pack your bags. Necessities. We’ll get everything else we need when we get there,” Eris clips, not giving anything away. I’m too worried if I open my mouth, the entire surprise will come spilling out and ruin the look on her face when we get there.
Confusion continues to mar her face, her arms falling slack at her sides as she stares at us, expecting more information than the dubious instructions Eris dropped at her feet when he kept walking right past her to his room. Following his lead, I head in her direction, but I can’t help but to stop and slam my lips to hers for just a moment before I head to my room to pack my own bag of necessities.
She whirls around in the spacious hallway, and I can’t help but to shut my door, laughing the whole time. I know that if she gets her hands or lips on me, I won’t be able to hold it in, and I don’t want to be the surprise ruiner today.
She tries the doorknob, and when she realizes I’ve locked it, she scoffs at me, bangs on it once, and heads for Eris’ door. His opens, and I hear her shouting at him for information until her words are cut off, and I can practically feel her need from here. Whether he’s touching her or just kissing her, he’s got her distracted for a second at least.
The quiet only lasts a minute, though, as she makes an adorable screeching noise at him before she stomps past our rooms and back to hers—hopefully to pack like we asked her to.
With our bags at our feet, we stand in the foyer waiting for her to come down with her own. After a few minutes, I get antsy, so I rummage through the fridge for a snack and something to drink. Eris is also starting to get nervously agitated but won’t admit it, so he just keeps checking his watch. I don’t know why. He hired a private jet, so it’s not like we’re gonna miss our flight or anything.
Just as he drops his hand with a scoff, she finally emerges, lugging two overstuffed bags of what can’t possibly all be necessities, causing me to lose control of the laughter that quickly climbs up my throat. “Those are all necessities, Darling?”
Her eyes shoot daggers at me across the space as her cheeks pink with blush. “I’ve never really gone on a spontaneous trip before…I’ve never really gone onanytrip before. I didn’t know what to pack, especially without knowing where we are going,” she finishes as she watches her toes kick lightly at her bags now resting on the floor by her feet, looking embarrassed. Eris growls at me through our bond for making her feel that way.
He approaches her slowly, but she doesn’t look up at him. Curling his hand around her jaw, his thumb rubbing her chin, he kisses her on the forehead before he lifts her eyes to his. “Ignore him, Precious. Are you ready to go?” he purrs at her, instantly melting her rigid posture, shoulders loosening and no longer at her ears.
She nods, offering him a weak smile, then leans in and kisses him on the cheek, and…I’ll be damned…my big, grumpy brother smiles and may have just blushed a bit himself.
Fully scolded, I approach her, nuzzling the top of her head and whispering into her hair, “I’m sorry for being insensitive.”
She nods into my embrace, wrapping her arms around me before Eris disengages her from me and effortlessly lifts herinto his arms, making her squeal with laughter. “You get the bags, brother. I got the important stuff.” He tosses her over his shoulder as he makes his way to the door.
Laughing, I do as I’m told and collect our bags before hurrying after them.
19
After trying for nearly an hour to get us to tell her where we are going, Runa finally gave up and allowed herself to rest. We planned and boarded a flight that would allow us to sleep overnight through the nine-and-a-half-hour trip, hopefully timing it just right so that when we arrive, the sun will be rising.
Knowing that I’ve been sleeping better than usual with her in my arms, I made sure to set an alarm so that she wouldn’t miss the perfect announcement of her surprise. As it goes off beside the cabin’s king-sized bed, I wake immediately, looking out the window to see the dark sky starting to attempt to lighten, the sun beating against and chasing away the darkness.
Waking Dolos first, he goes to the main cabin to let the steward know that we’d like some coffee prepared. Once he’s returned, we get out the clothes we packed for today, including the new outfit we got for Runa: an army green halter bikini to complement her skin, with a beige-colored outfit that the saleswoman called a cover-up.
She said that the braided-looking material was called crochet, the top is a cropped cami, and the bottom is a maxi skirt. I never knew women’s clothes had so many terms.
She also gave us some cork-like sandals that she claimed completed the outfit. Obviously having no idea what we were doing, we were easy marks. Hopefully, she likes them. We bought a few other things but also planned to take her shopping on the island to ensure she had plenty to choose from for the rest of the time we were here.
By the time everything is ready, it’s the perfect time to wake her. Climbing back onto the bed and lying on either side of her, we slowly start to trace the soft lines of her body while she sleeps. She makes sleepy noises, wiggles a bit, then stretches as her eyes flutter open, warming my heart and soul—Dolos’ too, judging by the gooey, lovesick look on his face.
“Good morning, Darling,” he whispers, leaning in for a kiss that makes her eyes roll, her lids falling heavily, lashes resting against her cheeks.
“Stop that. She’ll miss it,” I snap.
Her eyes fly open, looking between us, seemingly remembering she was in for a surprise before she hops right off the bed. “Miss what? Are we there?” Her excitement and smile are contagious as I feel my lips curling of their own accord. She must notice because her exhilaration melts into something thatlooks a lot like love, and I can only pray to the Goddess that this magnificent creature could learn to love a mess like me.
“First, get dressed.” I smirk, gesturing to the outfit laid out for her. Her eyes dance over it, then volley between Dolos and me. We’re dressed in outfits that are color-coordinated with Runa—also suggested by the same saleswomen—and judging by her slow appraisal of our bodies and her now beaming smile, I have to say the woman was right.
Slowly and purposefully sensual, she undresses and re-dresses, fully aware of what she’s doing to us, trailing her fingers along her perfect curves, grasping her breasts as she adjusts them in the bikini top. I swear she whimpered when she stood bare before us, feeling the need coursing through her.
Dolos is practically drooling while I’m over here white-knuckling it to keep myself from touching her.
Satisfied at her ability to thoroughly torture us, we stand in front of her, both fully erect and trying to pretend we’re not. She stifles a giggle before sniffing at the air, “Do I smell coffee?”
Dolos laughs, “I would say yes, but the coffee is for good girls, and now that you’ve been very naughty, I’m not sure.” He makes a show of pouting and crossing his arms over his chest as she decides to let her laughter flow freely.
“So…you’re saying youdon’twant me to be a naughty girl?” she says dramatically as she approaches him, batting her lashes and walking her fingers along his still-crossed forearms.
