Page 75 of Awakening
Ajaih climbed off me and walked toward the fridge. “Don’t pout, baby. You might get your chance sooner than you think,” turning to look at Knox.
Knox perked up, “Oh?”
She turned around, looking between us, “We’re doing a couples’ trip to Bora Bora.”
I blinked. “We are?”
“Mmhmm,” She winked, “Me, you, Knox, Yanna, Dana,Caleb, Ahmir… whole sexy crew. Ocean villas, no clothes, fruity drinks, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get to see that magic up close, Mr. Fairfax.”
Knox threw down the dish towel. “On God, a nigga gone be ready too. I need to start stretching now. Mav, add me to your gym membership. I need to be ready when she puts me on a leash and makes me eat her pussy from the back until my jaw goes slack.”
I looked at him, and his face was straight, signaling he might be dead serious, as I laughed loud as hell, causing Ajaih to laugh hysterically.
I rubbed my hands together like a villain. “Vacation orgy with the Avengers of Fine? Say less.”
Ajaih laughed again, sashaying past us with a sway in her hips, “Y’all better keep up, the magic isn’t for the weak.”
And just like that, I was already packing in my head.
The excitement of flying private to enjoy some much-needed adult time with the people I was growing to adore more each day had me vibrating as I relaxed in the plush leather seat. I stretched out, sipping champagne from a flute like I’d been flying private my whole damn life. Truth was, this was my first time on a private jet, and it showed. I’d touched every button in the seat arm, used the hot towel twice just because I could, and took exactly seventeen pictures of my feet on the Persian rug because, why not? It was luxury, and I planned to document almostevery detail.
Knox sat across from me, looking equally dazzled. His fingers ran across the gold trim of the window, jaw slack as he muttered, “I feel like Beyoncé’s ponytail just by being in here.”
Ajaih laughed from beside me, dressed in a black silk two-piece that clung to her curves like temptation. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Y’all are so cute. Welcome to private jet life.”
I grinned, “Don’t let me get used to this. I’ll start requesting caviar and silk pajamas just for work flights.”
Caleb chuckled from the rear cabin, legs kicked up, sipping a neat whiskey like a man who owned half the world, “This jet is mild compared to some I’ve been on when I was still playing,” he said casually, “I’m only curious to see if we’ll get a show similar to what we got when we headed to Boracay last year,” his grin sneaky.
“A show? What kind of show?” Knox asked, interested.
Caleb smirked, “Let’s just say Yanna has magic fingers and Ajaih’s knees didn’t stand a chance.”
I blinked, “Wait, what?”
Ajaih rolled her eyes playfully, “He’s exaggerating.”
Yanna, stretched out beside Dana, raised a brow. “Is he? Because I’m more than happy to sit you in my lap and let your boyfriends watch you cum, again.”
Dana choked on her drink, laughing, and Ahmir snorted, “I still can’t believe y’all didn’t crash the damn plane with that much turbulence.”
That mental image, Ajaih spread out in luxury, Yanna between her thighs, her pussy wet and creaming, had my body reacting in all the wrong ways for public decency. Or maybe the right ways considering who I was flying with.
I adjusted slightly in my seat, trying to hide the obvious sign of arousal pressed against my sweats, and of course, Ajaih noticed. She always noticed me; it was one of the reasons I was head over heels in love with her. She saw me at all times in all ways.
She leaned in, voice low, sultry, and probing. “What’s got my baby so… tense?” Her eyes lowered to my erection.
I glanced at her, my breath hitching just from the heat in her eyes. “Just remembered that trip we took to Adam and Eve.”
Her lips curled into a slow smile. “When we tested strap harnesses in that private backroom?”
“Mmhmm,” I nodded slowly, eyes roaming her full lips, “You in that red leather one, asking the associate if the O-ring could handle your stroke game.”
Ajaih hummed, her breath hot against my ear, “You got hard remembering that, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
She kissed the corner of my mouth and whispered, “Good. Because I may or may not have it in my suitcase, and I may or may not be planning to use it in Bora Bora. Just make sure you’re ready for me when it’s time for me to break it and you in,” her breath against my ear as she alluded to giving me every inch of her new toy.
