Page 92 of No Mistakes
Her body drank me dry, every twitch of her walls sucking me deeper while my vision blurs. My grip on her hair stays tight, the only thing keeping me grounded. When the last of it leaves me, I collapse forward, my chest pressed to her back through our clothes, both of us shaking, breathless, wrecked. My cock stays buried, still throbbing inside her, the piercing sending aftershocks with every small movement.
My grip on her hair loosens, sliding down to her throat as I drag my cock out slowly. The second I leave, my cum spills out in thick streams, dripping down her thigh.
“Fuck…” I growl, staring like I’ve just marked her with fire. My hand spreads over her hip, keeping her bent as I watch it slide lower.
Mandy tilts her head, catching my eyes in the mirror with that smug little smirk. She drags her fingers through her legs, deliberately slow, coating her fingers before lifting them to her mouth.
Her tongue flicks out, tasting me, and she hums like she’s savouring it. “Not bad for a good boy,” she teases, voice wrecked but dripping in smugness.
My cock twitches, still half-hard, because the sight of her licking my cum off her fingers in that cramped bathroom could kill me, and I’d die satisfied.
I slam a hand to the mirror beside her face, caging her in again as I watch her through the reflection. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me,” I rasp, but I know she already has.
I grab a handful of tissue, wiping the worst of the mess from her thighs, though there’s no hiding the way she’s still trembling. She snatches the paper from me, glaring like she doesn’t need the help, but the smirk curling her mouth betrays her.
I tuck myself back into my jeans, my body still rigid with the need for her, my pulse still hammering as I watch her adjust her dress before running her fingers through her hair, trying to make it look less like I just ruined her against the counter. It doesn’t work. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and every inch of her screamsjust fucked.
She catches me staring in the mirror and winks. “Try to look innocent, Ant.”
I grunt under my breath, locking the fire down in my chest before unlocking the door. The hallway outside is quiet, the steady hum of the engines covering the faint click as we slip out.
Her hand brushes mine as we walk back, the only sign of what just happened, and we move fast—like shadows slipping through the dim cabin.
Eva stirs in her seat as we return, shifting under her blanket as she moves closer to Axel. Mandy leans against me for just a second, grinning like a devil. I slide back into my seat at the rear, eyes scanning the cabin to make sure no one’s awake enough to clock what we just did.
She curls up next to me, tucking her legs under her like she’s the picture of innocence, scrolling idly on her phone as if she hadn’t just been on her knees swallowing my cock and milking me dry.
I lean back into the leather, hands tight on the armrest, jaw set. The scent of her is still on my skin, the memory of her tongue still pulsing in every nerve, and my cock aches all over again.
She glances at me sideways, lips twitching like she knows exactly what I’m thinking, and I have to fight every nerve in mybody to stop myself from having my way with her in front of everyone on this plane.
We have thirty minutes left before the plane lands. I drag out my notebook, flipping to the sketches I made earlier. Routes. Guards. Exit points. Weaknesses. If something goes wrong—which it always does—I need to know exactly where to move.
Mandy tilts her head, catching sight of the pages. “You’re obsessing,” she whispers.
I look at her but don’t respond, my mind aware that everyone else on the plane is now awake.
She leans closer, brushing her shoulder against mine as if trying to tether me back to her. “Don’t you dare go into that room already buried in your head.”
I smile, kissing her on the cheek to let her know I’m okay.
Flynn drops to a crouch next to us, voice low. “You good, brother? Because Axel’s losing his shit over there. Pacing like a caged animal.”
I glance down the aisle, and sure enough, Axel is creating a runway of his own, muttering to himself, tension carved into his face, hands flexing as if he’s imagining them around someone’s throat.
I flip my notebook around, showing Flynn my notes, sketches, and fallback routes. His shoulders sag, the tension draining from him as he exhales a long breath. “Thank fuck.”
Down the aisle, Axel finally stops pacing, his eyes moving across all of us. A chime breaks the silence, and the seatbelt sign flicks on overhead, glowing red like a warning.
“Thirty minutes,” Axel says, his voice hard as stone. “Thirty minutes until we land.” The plane falls silent as all eyes fix onhim. “When we hit the hotel, we split. Everyone goes to their designated rooms. No hanging around, no standing out. We aren’t here for sightseeing; we’re here to make an impact.”
His eyes move between Mandy and Eva. “You two stick together. You’ll be in the same room until it’s time to move. No exceptions. If something feels off, don’t play hero. You walk. You wait. Clear?”
For once, Mandy doesn’t give him a sarcastic response, but I notice her hands tense over her legs, nerves racing through her body.
“We’re a team. A family,” Axel continues. “We walk in there as one, and we do whatever is necessary to save those girls and the ones that would come after.” He exhales, his gaze dropping to the floor before he looks back up, eyes softer now. “Our father wasn’t the kindest man, but he brought us into this world to do his bidding. Today, we do this for our mother—the only one who ever tried to shield us from it.”
A hand settles over mine, warm and steady. Mandy. Her thumb moves across my skin like a quiet promise, grounding me back in the moment.
