CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Trent
I felt like an asshole in the worst way.
My nerves jangled like an out of tune guitar. The leather of the airplane seat squeaked when I settled back with my iPad, trying again to write the song I started a few months back—when we first met Katy.
Our girl, Katy. Kitty-Kat.
The plane soared smoothly into the great blue sky and yet my stomach wouldn’t settle, slushing queasily. We just took off from New York City and Queens was now a shrinking set of squares and houses outside the window and below us.
Mace stared moodily out a porthole, a heavy frown settled like the mask of a stranger on his face. Resting on his thigh, one hand clenched into a fist then unclenched in an endless rhythm. He hadn't said a word since we left Manhattan. Not to me, Nick, or even the pretty girl who’d escorted us to our cars. Because ever since Katy, he hasn’t noticed those hooches. They don’t stand a chance anymore.
“This fucking blows,” I finally said, because it was true.
Nick sat at the back of the plane away from both of us, staring into space. His cobalt eyes were faded and he didn't once put away the bottle of whiskey that he’d picked up at the hotel bar on our way out. Fortunately, it remained capped and un-drunk. Still, it was clutched in his hand like a loaded gun.
Nor did my man buckle his seatbelt. None of us did. Why would we when we didn't have a stewardess telling us to?
Katy Baxter. Our girl.
She was supposed to be here for us to tell us what to do. To be our flight attendant. To be our assistant. To be our everything.
There was a problem, and it was real. Nick was the one who'd said how we were screwing over the sweet girl by not letting her live a normal life.
“I don’t know how long we can do this to her. She’s the homemaker sort. I mean, you saw her when we first met,” he had asserted. “We said we were going to let her go. How long until we bite the bullet?”
Fuck that. She should be with us. We shouldn’t just toss her to the curb because she was worth more than that. The three of us could love her. She deserved better than some loser with a receding hairline, bad breath, and a mediocre job.
“Fuck,” I growled again.
“Get over it, man,” Nick grunted at me. “We decided. We left her. The shit is done.”
But it wasn't done. Not really.
After we passed out in bed with Katy, I woke up feeling like I was in paradise. Katy's tits were smashed into my face, the taste of her pussy on my tongue, my balls squeezed tightly from unloading inside and on her so many times. I was drained, but I had a thought. Maybe I was being stupid, but at that moment, I thought that we could make it work. Katy was safe with us. She didn't have to leave. We could be together and have her stay with the crew, living out her days full-time with Alpha Prime.
Then my problem-solving had come to a dead stop. It could never work out that way. Eventually, the eighteen-year-old would grow up and she would realize that being with three men simply is not possible in the long-term.
Disappointment crushed my soul, the air like lead in my lungs. Shit this felt so bad, and the reason was totally clear.
Because I loved her. In fact, all of us did. We didn’t plan on it when falling in love was for suckers. Who wanted to be stuck with one chick for the rest of their lives when you could have a line-up of the best of the best?
Then Katy came in blowing all of my pre-conceived notions out of the water.
With the brunette, life was good. Being onstage wasn’t the most exciting part about our lives when she was around. Our princess couldn't get enough of our personalities, and it was hot as hell.
She was innocent, yet she knew exactly what we needed.
So why would we let someone like her go?
“We fucked up,” I finally ground out. But opposition was in the works. Nick jerked his head away from the window, anger simmering right below the surface.
“Shut up. It was the right thing to do,” he growled. But then the repressed rage got the better of him and the man let out a loud, “Shit!” Roaring like a wild animal, he slung his hand back and smashed the bottle of whiskey into the side of the plane. Glass flew everywhere. The strong smell of the spilled liquor rushed through the cabin and seared my nose hairs.
“Fuck, dude! Chill!” I stared the spreading stain on the wall of the plane.
What was with this drama? Fuck it. After all, it’d been his idea to leave Katy. I hadn’t wanted to, and it had been Nick who’d forced us to hew to the original plan.
After all, Katy was a good girl. She deserved stability. Marriage to an adoring husband. A normal life. We couldn't give her any of that. Nick was right, but that didn’t change the fact that it hurt like hell.
A noise like the sound of an animal in pain came from the window. Mason twisted to look at me, then down the cabin at Nick.
“We didn't have to do it like that.” His normally easygoing face looked hard enough to smash glass like Nick had just done. “Yeah, she deserves better than three guys who use women left and right, but she also deserves better than to be abandoned in some fucking hotel room like unwanted trash.”
He was right. It had been amazing with the beautiful brunette, but it was more than that. Emotion was thick in the air, our very presence quivering in the vicinity of the beautiful girl. Love and adoration permeated every touch, our voices husking whenever we spoke to the beautiful girl.
Shit! Now, the grief burned in my gut like poison.
Because this wasn’t right. We'd been with dozens of women, if not hundreds. The three of us were ruthless, tossing girls by the wayside after we were done.
Katy was different, though.
In that bed that night, after she'd been so scared, I didn't want to do anything but protect the female from everything in the world that would hurt her. Assholes like that dude in the hotel bar. Assholes like us. The feeling of possession ran over me like a stampede.
That night, everything came true. She took us all, hopeless adoration filling the air as the four of us poured our souls into the lovemaking.
Her pussy was tight around my cock, squeezing and dripping. I plunged my massive pole into her and she took all of me while Mace gave it to her from the back. The thin membrane between our poles felt so fragile, so slick, and so goddamned hot.
Mase's dick slammed into mine as we pounded into her, filled her up with our hot cream and she gagged around Nick's dick, moaning and grunting for more.
Nick grabbed her tied hands and dragged them above her head, grabbed her arms hard and used that leverage to ram hard into her open mouth. She was so beautiful.
At one point, he pulled out, his cock leaking pre-cum and spit. He had one hand twisted in her thick hair, the other around his dick.
“No!” she gasped, eyes wide and pleading. But this was no refusal, at least not the kind you expected. “Give it to me, Nick. I want it please.”
And like a pro, Katy opened her mouth wide and swallowed him again.
Nick bucked into her mouth, his ass muscles rocking hard as he controlled the blast I knew was about to take him over if she didn't slow down. Katy never let off. Yet, he worked with it, and continued to give the sweet female exactly what she wanted.
That night, we twisted our sweet Kitty-Kat every which way between us. Surrounding her on all sides. Caressing, stroking and petting, even as we murmured words of love.
“You’re ours, sweetheart.”
“Come to me. Come to us.”
“Yes, just like that. More, honey. Yes.”
And with those words, we tried to make her realize how safe she was, wrapped in the arms of three men. We wanted to be her protectors.
But it was a lie.
Because we can’t keep doing this to her forever. Again, Katy deserves better than traveling non-stop, managing our lives. She deserves more than alphas who use her body like a rag doll, head limp with exhaustion after we’re done. She deserves a real life.
So we did the worst thing possible. We made her love us, saving her from the douchebag, and then ditched the sweet brunette without a trace.
How is this possible? Easy. We’ve done it a million times.
But doing it to Katy was like daggers to the heart because I knew she loved us. Our brunette has never been able to hide her emotions, and the adoration shone in those big brown eyes and the way her lips trembled. The way she breathed our names at night as she slept.
“Nick. Trent. Mason,” she’d sigh, twisting slightly while crossing one leg over the other. And it was almost our undoing. Seeing her spread on the hotel bed, the sheet wound around her waist with the smell of our loving still thick in the air.
Leaving Katy had killed us all. It had extinguished the energy that drove us forward. We’d left a piece of our hearts with the curvy girl, ready for the grave now.
Suddenly, Mason jumped up.
“Fuck this!” he growled, eyes wild and showing their whites. “We should go back.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “After we dumped her like that, do you think Katy will just open her heart and take us back like nothing happened?”
“So what are we going to do?” he snarled. “Act like we just didn't make the worst mistake of our lives?” Mason was so angry that he looked sick, turning ugly shades of green and yellow.
“Hell no, she wouldn't take us back,” Nick grunted morosely. “We don't have a choice. We gotta move on. We were assholes, leaving her like that, and there’s no way to undo the damage.”
“She'll never forgive us,” I added savagely. “I mean, would you? Katy’s sweet but she’s not dumb. The girl’s human and we left her in the worst of ways.”
Nick stalked from the back of the airplane, looking both miserable and pissed off at once. “Shit, I don't forgive us. What were we thinking? Kill me now.”
He held his guitar like a weapon, strangling the neck of the instrument he was so proud to buy with his first real money from playing gigs as Alpha Prime. And I could tell what he was going to say next. Sure enough, the words came.
“We're never going to find another girl like her.”
The sentence rang like a death knell in the otherwise silent cabin. Unable to stomach the pain, I jumped in his face. “So? What are you saying? You want to hire a different flight attendant now?” the sarcasm dripped from my voice. “Ring up another girl like she’s a Big Mac at the closest Mickey D’s?”
“That's not what I mean and you goddamn well know it,” Nick snarled right back.
But Mason wanted his say as well.
“This is your fucking fault!” he roared. “We could still have her if you didn’t give us the guilt trip!”
“And then what?” I demanded. “We treat her like some fuck toy and keep her trapped on this plane while we run all over the world living out rock star lives?”
Clearly, we were off the reservation now. The three of us were hopelessly lost, screaming at each other in the small confines of the plane, tearing out our hair and getting nothing productive done. For what? I fell back into my chair limply, the anger draining from me.
Nick was right. This was over. Katy was gone.
We would suffer like we deserved to suffer. And then what? The answer was clear. There was no next step. The playbook hadn’t worked this time. Our usual MO of loving and leaving had backfired, and now we were the ones high and dry, angry and unhappy as hell.
So what next? All the money in the world couldn’t fix our problems because what’s done is done. We’d left Katy alone in the hotel room, cleared out like she meant nothing to us. No goodbye, no note, no nothing despite the months together, intimate and sensitive. We’d made the brunette feel like trash for sure. And what girl wouldn’t be angry after that?
So reality stared me in the face, glaring with an angry red eye. Yet I had no comeback. All I could do was slump lifelessly into the white leather seat … with no hope for the future.