Eric
Silly little bitch could’ve leaned her seat back if she wanted to sleep for the whole flight to Tokyo…but dammit if Kara isn’t too fucking sweet, resting her pretty blonde head on Chase’s shoulder instead, with her slender little fingers wrapped around mine.
My only regret is that Kara is missing all the luxuries of the private first-class suite we booked for the three of us. Cost a small fortune, but that’s the perk of having more money than you know what to do with—and after Kara’s performance at Miss Sexy USA, Chase and I are richer than ever.
Protein Plus has been flying off the shelves since its launch a few weeks ago—and it would be wrong to think that Kara Gilmore didn’t have a hand in that.
Her sexy little strip-tease, her incredible speech—even that devastating fall during the parade portion of the pageant ensured that all eyes were on our girl for the entire fucking broadcast.
Every bastard watching wanted to fuck Kara when she was up there at the mic, her perfect, nude body sparkling in the spotlight and a profession of her love for Chase and me on her lips.
I’d kill every last one of them for even fucking thinking about it if it was at all feasible to do so. Hell, I’m a clever guy. I could find a way.
I still fucking might.
But more importantly, every woman who tuned into the pageant wanted to be Kara that day. It’s not just her social media pages blowing up anymore—no, now she’s a topic of conversation on the morning talk shows and the nightly news, too.
And the whole fucking time, every single one of those bitches saw that Protein Plus had a hand in making Kara shine so fucking bright. We’ve had to ramp up production to insane levels just to keep up with demand.
Unfortunately for our customers, they’ll never quite have what Kara has. It’s not just about appearances with this girl—even if I do want to rip her fucking clothes off and lift her up and down on my cock while we’re miles fucking high.
Kara’s fucking special. End of story. I’ve never met a woman as witty as her, as clever or as charming—and I know Chase feels exactly the same.
“I really do fucking love her, you know,” he says like he’s reading my fucking mind—but softly. Gently. So she doesn’t wake up.
“So do I,” I agree. “Which is why—I mean, we’re still good, right?”
Chase picks up what I’m putting down. Always fucking does.
“I’m not a fuckin’ idiot, man,” he says. “She loves us both. We both love her. If I’ve gotta share her with anyone, I’m glad that it’s you.”
“I feel the same way, bro,” I say, squeezing Kara’s little hand in mine. “I think…Fuck, it sounds idiotic coming out of my mouth—”
“Most things do.”
“I think she brings us together. Shit was good before, but…”
“It’s fuckin’ perfect now,” Chase agrees. “Why fuck with a good thing when we know how fuckin’ good we’ve got it?”
“Exactly. So we agree, then.”
“She’s ours,” Chase affirms. “But if any other bastard so much as fuckin’ looks at her wrong…”
“We snap his fucking neck and see how your mafia connections feel about getting rid of the body.”
“They would,” Chase muses. “Fuckers owe me one.”
We don’t often talk about Chase’s dark past, even though he’s obviously made peace with that shit. After we came back from the Middle East, we all went our separate ways.
But when I decided I was launching a fitness empire…well, I would have been an idiot not to reconnect with him. What makes a gym look tougher than being partially owned by a former mafia hit-man and ex-con?
Power Plus got Chase back on his feet after prison, and now it’s made us billionaires. The Protein Plus line is just going to propel us even higher—and with Kara at our side, who knows what else we can do?
Sky’s the fucking limit—which is saying something, since we’re already miles over the Pacific as we speak.
“Can I get you boys anything?” the flight attendant asks, poking her head into the suite for what must be the fifteenth fucking time in the last hour.
“What did I tell you last time?” I ask.
“Well, you said no, but—” she licks her lips, staring at me, then at Chase, and then back to me again.
“Nothing’s changed,” I inform her. “We’ll ring you if we need anything—but more likely than not, we won’t.”
If Kara was awake, I’d show this slut of a flight attendant exactly how little we need her nosy ass poking around in our private suite. Let her walk in on Kara’s sexy ass bouncing up and down on my 12-inch dick—we’d see what this bitch thought she could fucking do for us then.
I figured my brush-off would have been enough to send the flight attendant packing, truth be told—but nope. She’s still fucking here, sliding her tongue over that gaudy red lipstick she’s got painted all over her lips and trying to think of a reason to linger for a little longer.
“Is that, um...Is that Kara Gilmore? From Miss Sexy USA?”
I nod, and Chase stays fucking still as a statue. He looks bored, honestly, but I also know that he’s making an effort not to move so he doesn’t wake up the angel sleeping on his shoulder right now.
“I recognized her from the pageant,” the flight attendant admits. “I was…um. I was there. When she fell and everything—you were the guys who ran onto the stage and helped her up, right?”
I nod again. I don’t need to enter a fucking dialogue with this bitch—I just need her to say her piece so she can leave us in peace.
“And when she gave that speech…it was you two she was talking about, wasn’t it?”
I nod. Fucking Christ. Leave, bitch. My angel is sleeping—I wouldn’t mind getting a little shut eye with her. It’s fucking dumb, but if Kara isn’t awake, I fancy the idea of meeting her in my dreams.
“Wow,” the flight attendant breathes. “Two guys at once…and you’re the best sex she’s ever had.” She bites her lip, trying to get at something. Two fucking guesses at what. “I wonder what that’s like,” she says softly as her fingertips toy with the buttons of her shirt.
“Not interested,” I inform her.
I see all her dreams and fantasies come crashing down around her. Just like that.
“P-please?” she says, shifting tactics.
She looks fucking desperate now. I almost feel bad for her…but fuck. On Kara, desperation is the sexiest thing in the world. Like she’d do anything to come or to get at our cum.
On this woman, it just looks sad.
“Flattered,” I tell her, trying to let her down gently. “But not interested.”
“I-I’ll do anything,” she whispers, coming closer. “Anything you want. I swear—you can even…” She looks around, like she’s so embarrassed that she wants to make sure that no one else is listening. “You can even put it in my ass, if you want.”
I try and fail to suppress a laugh.
I’ve been in Kara’s sexy ass every day of the fucking week lately. As has Chase.
“I don’t think you understand me,” I say firmly. “This isn’t going to end the way you want it to end.”
“Trot back out that door,” Chase suggests, just as firm. “Don’t come back in here again, and we’ll all just forget that this ever happened. Capice?”
“Oh…god. Wow,” she breathes. “You’re even hotter than I imagined. Look, please. Please fuck me? Pretty…pretty please? I could…I could suck you off. She wouldn’t even know. Our little secret. Just one taste!”
She looks on the verge of fucking tears. Like she’s going to cry like a bitch if she doesn’t get at our cocks right fucking now.
Then, something fucking occurs to me.
Something that I would deeply prefer not to be true.
“Have you been drinking Protein Plus?” I ask, keeping my cool.
She nods eagerly, like she thinks she’s finally found some kind of purchase in this conversation.
“Every day,” she professes. “Every day, ever since I saw her there at that pageant.”
“Right,” I say, sharing a look with Chase.
Fuck, his look says to me.
And mine says fuck right back.
“You should go,” Chase suggests, even more firmly than earlier.
“B-but,” she simpers. “The blowjobs? Just really quick—my boyfriend says I’m good, I promise—”
“Go,” Chase growls, and finally, that does it.
I can hear her fucking crying on the way out, too.
“We’ve gotta tell Kara,” I say as soon as the flight attendant is gone.
“Agreed,” Chase says. “She’s been drinking those fucking things more than anyone—”
“And if they’re making complete strangers this fucking desperate for us…”
We both look down to the gorgeous blonde sleeping on Chase’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” he says. “Then who knows what they’re doing to her.”
“As soon as she wakes up,” I say. “We tell her.”
“Even if we don’t know for sure,” Chase agrees. “As soon as she wakes up.”