Page 26 of On The Edge
“I like my plan better.” Markus nudges Adam’s arm like they’re both in on the joke, and they climb the stairs.
Goddamn millionaire assholes, owning a private jet.I’m seething in anger and the insults just keep coming.Pretentious pricks. Earth-killing dicks who just want to flaunt their wealth.
Kai bends slightly, and I look around as best I can. It’s a sleek plane, all dark leather and glossy tables. The seats are turned to face each other rather than all facing forward with a few extrachairs around. There’s already a guy in all-black with an ear piece standing in the far back of the plane.
There’s a freakingsecurity guardon the plane, watching them kidnap me, and doing nothing about it.
How much fucking influence do these guys have? Jesus Christ.
The lights are bright and very artificial, almost blinding me from the abrupt lighting change, when the air is knocked out of me as Kai throws me in a chair. “Oof.”
“Sorry,” Kai says mockingly apologetic, leaning down to buckle me like a toddler.
“I am able to do that myself, you know.”
“But would you?” Reisyn snarks, putting his hands into his pockets and looking at me with such a condescending look, I want to smack it off his face.
“I don’t like being told what to do.” I arch my eyebrow and set my jaw. A clear challenge in my demeanor and I should’ve known he’d rise to it.
“You used to.” Reis' eyes turn dark and his words are heavy with innuendo. Too much for someone who never touched me romantically a day in my life.
“Like you would know.”
His eyes narrow at me and he clenches his jaw as his nostrils flare with frustration. Or embarrassment.
Reis turns around quickly and marches into the cockpit, leaving me with the others.
Markus and Adam sit on one side of the table, looking at me with loaded expressions. Like they want to tell me something, but can’t. They always were the worst secret keepers in the world.
At least some things haven’t changed.
Adam looks down, fiddling with his hand–the one that he got me off with–and sucks on his finger, before looking back up atme through his eyelashes. He slowly drags his fingers out of his mouth and then pulls his shirt collar up around his nose.
Breathing me in.
A small moan leaves my lips before I’m able to control myself but it’s too late. Kai heard it.
“Oh, my. What was that sound, and how can I help you make it again?” He leans into me, speaking darkly in my ear, and trailing a finger down my face softly.
I’m so fucking conflicted. I want to lean in, to let him touch me, to let them all touch me, but there’s so much we need to sort out.
“Here,” Reis hands me a drink, a Diet Coke from the smell of it. “Non-alcoholic.”
“Oh, damn, where’s the fun in that?” I say sarcastically and roll my eyes, but take a sip anyway. “Fuck, that’s good.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and turn to look at them. How has so much time gone by that I barely recognize them? There was a time I thought we’d forever be entwined.
How things change.
I take another long drink of my cold pop and sigh happily for this one small thing.
Diet Coke and I are definitely in a relationship. It’s the only consistent thing in my life.
I take another drink, and Adam’s eyes widen. “Reis,” he says, dragging the name out slightly in concern.
Reis nods at him, answering some unasked question. But before I could ask what’s wrong, Adam lunges at Reis, punching him square in the face and knocking him to the ground.
Markus and Kai both jump up to pull the guys apart, and because we’re handcuffed together, Kai drags me over and I stumble to my feet. Kai tries to pull Adam from Reis, but I’m… something’s wrong. Everything’s… slowing… down…
It’s like my brain… can’t think…
