Having dropped off our bags at check-in, the six of us sit in the Club class lounge at the airport. Hudson, Calum and Max are chatting at the bar, whilst Bryce, Nisha and I are relaxing at our spot by the window. I am leaning into Bryce’s arms, watching the planes take off. It’s kind of exhilarating.

“Hey, sweetheart, you alright? Not nervous about the flight or anything?” Bryce says as he strokes his fingers against my arm.

“No, not at all,” I say with a grin. “In fact, I can’t wait to get on the plane.”

Nisha laughs. “Yep, she’s looking forward to joining the mile-high club...”

“Shut up, Nish,” I say, grabbing a peanut from the bowl on the table and throwing it at her. She dodges it, giggling.

“As I recall, it was you who was looking forward to joining that particular club.”

“Me?” Nisha pulls a face. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

“What kind of girl is that, then?” Calum asks as he plops down in the chair next to her.

“The kind of girl who enjoys sexy time on board a plane,” I say, enjoying watching Nisha squirm.

“Is that so?” Calum grins like the Cheshire cat. Nisha swipes her hand at him and mumbles something under her breath. We all burst out laughing.

Bryce leans down and whispers into my ear, “All joking aside, I’m happy to oblige, Louisa.” His low voice is full of sauce and a dash of heat.

I press my hand against his broad chest, my fingertips grazing against the hair that peeks out of the top of his button-down shirt. I love this part of his body. Don’t get me wrong, I love all of him, but his broad chest and dark hair has got to be my favourite.

“Are you joking?” I ask, a rather surprisingly large part of me thrilled at the prospect.

“Sweetheart, when it comes to making love to you, I never joke.”

Forty-five minutes later we are boarding the plane. The flight to Bangkok is around eleven and a half hours. We aren’t staying in Bangkok, instead opting to catch the first connecting flight to Krabi International airport, another one and a half hours. We’ll be staying in Krabi at a beach side resort they’re planning on buying. Thirteen hours is a long time to spend on the plane, particularly with three horny men. After Bryce’s proposition, the low-level sexual tension that I always feel around my men has increased ten-fold. I don’t know if I’m giving off some kind of pheromone or something, but all three of them are giving me their best fuck-me looks and the tension between us seems to be ratcheting up several hot notches. This flight is going to be interesting, to say the least; either incredibly exciting or ridiculously frustrating.

I end up sitting next to Bryce in our own enclosed section. Our seats fold down into single beds with just a small table between us. Max and Hudson are across the aisle in an exact duplicate layout of our seats, and Nisha and Cal are a few aisles in front of us. There is no one else in business class apart from us six and I wonder whether that was the plan all along. They certainly have the money to buy all the seats to ensure we have our privacy.

“Comfortable, sweetheart?” Bryce asks.

“Very,” I say, even though I’m not comfortable, not at all. Frankly, I need to satiate this ridiculous desire that is making it hard for me to concentrate.

Bryce laughs. “You seem it.”

He knows me so well. They all do. Across the aisle, Max and Hudson take off their jackets and hand them to the air stewardess. Max is wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and I can see the faint scar on his arm where he was slashed with a knife. It still makes me feel sick knowing how much worse it could have been.

“Hey, Icy, you alright?” Max says, noticing me watching him. He leans down to give me a kiss. It isn’t a quick peck. It’s lingering, full of heat.

“This flight is eleven hours long…” he murmurs against my mouth.

“I know that,” I say, my cheeks flushing under the heat of his gaze. He gives me an admiring look; the mirth on his face as I squirm under his scrutiny is both thrilling and a little irritating.

“Catch you in a while, Icy,” he says with a wink.

“You guys are driving me crazy,” I mutter under my breath. Clearly not quietly enough given the look of delight on Bryce’s face.

“It’s easily resolved, sweetheart,” he says. “You just need to join the club. As I said, I’m happy to take you through the membership details…”

“Stop it! People will hear,” I hiss under my breath, my cheeks blushing and my heart pounding traitorously.

“Well, that’s certainly not a no,” he says, and I hear the distinct note of challenge in his voice. Oh boy.

As I settle into my seat, making myself comfortable, I remember the first time I laid eyes on my men. That time Hudson had sat next to me on the flight to Grenoble, and even though I had thought they were all egotistical arses, there is no denying that I had been instantly attracted to them all. I glance over to Hudson who is talking with Calum and Nisha. Nisha catches my eye and gives me a thumbs-up. Her smile is infectious, and I can’t help but grin back. This is the first time she’s been on a plane and she is beyond excited. Calum wraps his arm around her shoulder and pulls her close against his side. She leans into his touch, her face filled with love and adoration. My own heart swells with love for her, my best friend. I am so glad she’s found happiness. She deserves it. We’ve come a long way, Nisha and I. Not because we have found wealthy men to fall in love with, but because we have healed the wounds of our past and allowed ourselves to be loved and to love in return.

The air stewardess walks over to the group and says something. They all nod. Calum and Nisha take their seats and Hudson walks towards his. Time for take-off, it seems. He stops by me, glancing down at my lap.

“You might want to do that up,” he says, repeating the first words he ever said to me.

“Sorry?” I say, playing along. Hudson smiles slowly as he leans over, grabs the seatbelt and tightens it. He is wearing the same aftershave he wore the first time we met.

“There, you’re all strapped in and ready for take-off,” Hudson says, placing a hand either side of me on the armrests. He leans down, and I tilt my head back to receive his kiss. As usual, it is full of heat, passion and goddamn filth. Just the way I like it. Bloody hell, these men are determined to turn me into a gibbering mess before we’ve even landed in Thailand.

“Earth to Louisa,” Hudson murmurs as he pulls away.

I can hear Bryce’s chuckle and Max’s snigger either side of me. “Get in your seat,” I say, slapping him playfully on the arm.

The captain speaks over the tannoy system and within a few minutes we are coasting along the runway, getting ready for take-off. I can hear Nisha talking animatedly to Calum. I’m pretty sure she’s discussing what film to watch first. Having all the latest blockbusters available on the in-flight movie system is as much a novelty as flying first class is.

The plane makes the familiar rumbling noise as the engines power up for take-off. Bryce takes my hand in his and grips it firmly. I’m not afraid of flying, I find the whole experience exciting more than anything. Bryce, however, has his eyes squeezed shut. He doesn’t open them until the plane has evened out.

“Thank fuck for that,” he says, relief at a successful take-off relaxing his features.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of flying,” I say.

“I’m not. I just don’t like that part. Once we’re up in the air, I’m fine.”

Raising his hand, Bryce motions for the air stewardess and asks for a beer for himself and a bottle of sparkling water and a glass of Prosecco for me. Within a few minutes she is back with the drinks. I take mine from her and pop them on the table in front of me.

“Thanks,” I say.

“Would you like me to get you anything else? A cushion, blanket perhaps.”

“No, thank you. I’m great for now.”

Leaving us to relax, the air stewardess makes her way over to Hudson and Max, who order some drinks from her too. Bryce leans over, gives me a kiss on the cheek and hands me a set of headphones. He points at the TV screen fitted into the partition in front of me.

“For the movies. They’ve even got the Avengers film Max and I saw yesterday.”

“No thanks, I’d rather read.”

“Fair enough. What book are you devouring today?”

“I don’t think you’ll know it.”

“Try me.”

“It’s just a paranormal romance… Vampires and wolf-shifters, stuff like that.”

“And you say my tastes are strange.” He shakes his head, pops in his headphones and settles back to watch a movie. I make myself comfortable, open my book and lose myself in the story about three ridiculously hot vampires and their lover.

An hour or so later my eyes are beginning to tire, so I pop my book on the table and stretch my arms and legs, circling my feet. Max told me I should move my legs regularly to prevent blood clots. It’s such a long flight and sitting in the same position for long periods can cause them. The thought of getting sick and not being able to enjoy this holiday is enough to get me following Max’s instructions.

Looking over to my left I see that both Max and Hudson are asleep. My bladder is so full from the sparkling water and Prosecco that a trip to the bathroom is needed. Getting up, I make my way to the front of the airplane. Nisha is watching a movie.

“Everything alright, Nish?” I ask her.

She pulls out one of her headphones. “Sorry, what was that?”

“You okay?”

“Never better,” she says with a wide grin. “I mean, look at us. We’ve practically got the whole plane to ourselves.”

“Cal alright?” I ask, nodding in his direction. He’s fast asleep and snoring gently.

“He’s fine. Just a little tired after all the exertion last night.” Nisha winks, then pops her headphones back in.

“I bet,” I say, laughing.

A few rows on I reach the bathroom, expecting to find a pokey little room with a silver toilet bowl that smells of bleach. I should have known that wouldn’t be the case. The room is actually really spacious and smells of the White Company candles. It even has a shower.

“How the other half live,” I say to myself, realising that I am now the ‘other half’. Well, at least by association. How times have changed. I pee, then wash my hands and use some of the hand cream available. Looking in the mirror, I comb my fingers through my hair and let out an excited squeal. I’m going to sodding Thailand! How amazing is that. It won’t be long until I am relaxing on the private beach Hudson has told me so much about. Seriously, this has got to be the most exciting thing I have ever done, aside from sex with my men, of course. Although that’s a different kind of exciting all together.

My thoughts are interrupted by a gentle tap at the door.

“Hold on, I’m just coming.”

I unlock the door and pull it open. “Sorry, I was just…”

Bryce steps into the room, a devilish look on his face.

“Bryce!” I say, but he places his finger against my lips, kicks the door shut behind him and locks it with his free hand.

“Now, as I recall, there’s a club you’re interested in joining, is there not?”

I let my gaze fall to his crotch, at the ample bulge I see there. All my men are well endowed, but Bryce, well, let’s just say his cock is in proportion to his large frame. Bryce backs me up against the sink.

“Maybe,” I say coyly.

“Sweetheart, I am more than willing to introduce you to this exclusive club.” His lips part as he gazes at my mouth then lowers to my chest. Although he’d never admit it, my breasts are Bryce’s favourite part of my body. Hudson loves my arse and Max my mouth, given we spend so much time kissing.

“So how do we do this?” I ask quietly. I am acutely aware of the way his thumb is circling the skin on the back of my neck. It’s exactly the same pressure as when he plays with my clit. A thread of excitement thrums through me at the knowledge of what I am about to do.

“Sweetheart, we can do this however you like,” he says, twining his fingers in my hair and pulling my head back, exposing my neck to him. He leans down and licks my skin from the dip in my throat up to my ear, before tugging on the lobe gently.

“There’s something sinful about fucking fifty thousand feet in the air, with people just outside the door, isn’t there, Louisa?” he says as he grinds his cock against me. I groan at the friction, at the fire he stokes in me. With his free hand, Bryce finds my breast and squeezes gently, his lips running across my cheek. I turn my head, finding his mouth.

We are a rush of hands, a crash of lips. We frantically pull at each other’s clothes. Bryce unbuckles his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down in one swift move. His cock springs free. I take it in my hand, gently gripping it at the base, holding him there as I kiss him. He tastes of power and strength and virility. Bryce unzips my jeans and pulls them down over my hips to my knees, allowing me to widen my legs a little, then he turns me around so that my back is against his chest and my body is pressed up against the wall. He enters me in one swift movement and I have to hold in the cry of pleasure as he thrusts with purpose. To get me off, to get him off. Bryce is always a thoughtful lover, he understands my body, what I like, what I dislike, what I love. Today, he senses my need for utter abandon. He knows I want him to take me like this. He knows I need to be fucked. With my palms, cheeks and chest pressed up against the bathroom wall, Bryce slides in and out of me, one hand gripping my shoulder whilst the other plays with my clit. I bite down on the scream that wants to erupt from my mouth with every thrust. The orgasm he gives me has my legs turning to water beneath me, and my eyes rolling back in my head.

Bryce bites down on my neck as his own orgasm overtakes him. For long moments I remain pressed against the wall, Bryce’s body encasing me whilst our hearts beat and our breaths come out in heavy pants. Eventually, he pulls out of me. He turns me around to face him and kisses me tenderly. Then he pulls up my knickers and jeans, zipping them up.

“Welcome to the club,” he says, smirking.