Page 84 of Fearless

He quirks a brow. “Either join the party or fuck off.”

My eyes meet Alana’s heated ones as she slides to the edge of the chair, licking her lips.

My dick jerks at the thought of pushing into her hot mouth.

Twisting his fingers in Alana’s hair, he drags her closer and holds his dick out for him like an offering.

“Fuck,” I hiss, unable to do anything but rip my fly open and do as JD suggested and join the party.

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Motherfuckers.

My teeth grind, my fists clench and my temperature soars as Mav steps up beside JD and shoves his pants down.

They’re nothing but a shameless pair of motherfuckers.

And. I. Am. Jealous. As. Fuck.

Aubrey continues talking, aware that something inappropriate is going on behind her but refusing to acknowledge it.

She’s no prude. She’s seen and done things that I’m sure would make even the worst gangsters wince. But that doesn’t stop her from cringing every time a cry or a groan fills the air.

Mav's head falls back, his hand moving from his side to something in front of him.

The thought of what he’s experiencing right now makes my balls ache in the worst kind of way.

Sure. Watching her with them is hot.

I totally want in on the action. But at the same time, I want to sweep her into my arms and carry her to the luxury bedroom that Aubrey warned them not to make use of at the back of the plane. Alone.

I completely zone out from whatever Aubrey is talking about. In my head, I’m standing with them, Alana before us with her lips wrapped around my?—

Click.

Movement in front of my face snaps me from my daydream, and when I focus again, I find Aubrey’s hand in front of me.

Click.

“Are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

Ripping my eyes from the little I can see of the scene before me, I focus on her narrowed, irritated eyes.

It was bad enough when they forced me to watch her come on their hands.

Forced, what a joke. I’d watch her all day long if I could.

But knowing what they’re now experiencing… fuck.

My dick jerks impatiently behind the tight fabric of my pants.

“Fuck’s sake, Harris. I need you thinking with your head, not your dick,” she scoffs.

“Aubs, that’s?—”

“Do you know what?” she says, pushing to her feet. She keeps her back to the orgy happening behind her, and focuses on the door that leads to the cockpit. “I’m going to have a chat with Liam and Chris. Go do your thing. Hopefully, you’ll be more focused after.”

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