Page 99 of On The Edge
“Just like you. Like loving you,” he says. His words pull my eyes from the magnificent view to look at him.
“What do you mean?”
“Loving you will never get old. It will never be something that I, that any of us, want to hide. You–just you, baby–are the best thing to happen to us, you always have been. And after having lost you, we will never take you, or your love, for granted.”
“Markus,” I say softly, a soft grin pulling at the corners of my mouth.
“It’s true, baby.” He takes me by surprise as he takes my lips in a deep kiss.
He pulls back, looking at me lovingly, while the plane settles into a constant state of vibration and the noise dies down just a bit. Enough that we could all talk again. Ading-dingsounds through the craft, and the seatbelt light goes off.
“Finally,” Kai mutters, unbuckling his seatbelt and pushes up out of the chair quickly. “My turn,” he demands, holding a hand out for me to take.
“Is this what we’re doing now? Demanding turns like I’m a toy?” I laugh, but take his hand and tentatively unbuckle my seatbelt. I want to go with him, but I can’t help that my anxiety spikes. Is it really safe or am I going to hit the ceiling with a bit of rough turbulence?
“Don’t worry, love. Captain George knows what he’s doing. He’s our preferred pilot,” Kai explains, holding me tightly in an embrace in the small aisle.
“But shouldn’t I still have a seatbelt on? Shouldn’tyouhave your seatbelt on?”
“Nah, it’s okay, Sync. He turned the light off.” Kai shrugs and pulls me towards the back where the benches are. “Besides, look at this,” he says with a knowing, seductive grin and pulls both of the benches together, making one huge bed.
“No way,” My voice softens as my eyes widen. No wonder they like flying their own private plane. They’ve got a bed and privacy. They don’t have to sleep sitting up straight and have their necks be kinked.
Jackpot.
“Way.” He grins, pulling me to him with a yank of my hand. His blonde hair is sticking up all over, like he couldn’t be bothered with styling it this early.
I like it. I like it a lot.
“What ever could you possibly want with me and a bed this big, hmm?” I ask innocently, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
“Say less, baby,” Kai says with one breath, and leans down to lock us in a kiss. I lean in, and get lost in the sensation that is Kai. Fuck, I love him so much. I love how rough he is with me while also being so unbelievably soft. Reis clears his throat.
“What are you doing, Kai?” One of his eyebrows raised, asking him a separate question with his eyes.
“Well, I think our girl is nervous to fly. Didn’t you see?” Kai pushes my braid over my shoulder, speaking to Reis, but looking at me with a heated look that gives me shivers. His fingers graze over my bare shoulder, sliding softly down my arms before he moves back up to my neck, settling his hands heavily on either side of my neck.
“I think if we take her mind off of it, she’ll be able to sleep and get turned to London time. Don’t you agree?” Kai says hypnotically, speaking to Reis again, but looking right at me.
His hands massage my neck, the soft pressure feels so fucking good that my eyes drift closed, and I let him move me under his hands.
“Is that true, sweetheart? You don’t like flying? Do you need a distraction?” Reis growls in my ear, his chest presses into my back.
“What’s going on back here?” Markus asks and my eyes snap open, looking to see exactly how he actually feels about this. “Were you not going to invite me to the party?”
“You’re invited, you’re invited for sure,” I say breathlessly. My voice is hoarse as I realize what they want. What they want to try.
In the air.
“They’ll hear,” I whisper, pointing to the front, towards Sarah and the pilots.
“They won’t,” Reis kisses my neck, making my eyes close. “They won’t.”
“But,” I start to say, groaning as Kai bends down, kissing my cleavage with open, hot, kisses.
“Don’t worry, Mel.” Markus steps closer, pulling the curtains closed behind him, zipping the curtains shut. Effectively closing the four of us in our own sound-proofed bubble. “We won’t let anyone see you. Or hear you. Those noises, and all of you…You’re just for us, baby girl.”
Reis' hands slide around my waist, the fabric of my shirt bunching up slightly under his hands as his fingers pull it up higher and higher. He does it so slowly that I know I can tell them no at any time.
