29
Cole
There hadn’t been anytime during the Vegas trip to talk about Deacon’s deal with Cal Mantelli. But they were on the plane headed back to Chicago. Abby was asleep on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her. She looked like a beautiful angel. The sunlight fell across her cheek.
He poked Deacon. “Hey, I think we need to talk about Cal.”
He motioned to the back of the jet. There was a private suite they never used. They crammed work into every waking hour. There was no time for sleep on flights.
“Come on.”
Deacon followed him back. They closed the door.
“What’s going on?” Deac asked.
“What are you going to do about Mantelli?”
“What do you mean? You know where things are with Abby.”
Cole huffed. “He needs to know he can’t have Abby back. He can never have her back. I don’t give a shit about how you collect your gambling debts owed to you, but we need to take her out of the equation the minute we land in Chicago.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more.”
“Wait, what?” He was stunned. He looked at his friend. “You aren’t going to argue with me?”
“No way. I’m fucking insane about her. I know you are too. He isn’t getting anywhere near her again.”
Cole sat on the bed. “Wow. So, it’s actually happened?”
“What?”
“You’re in love, man.”
Deacon rolled his eyes. “Let’s not make a big fucking deal out of it, ok? Yes, I love her. How could I not? You do.”
Cole laughed. “Yeah, but I’m not the one who keeps my emotions locked in a prison. Mine are a lot more obvious.”
“I’ve been trying to think of a way to talk to Mantelli without tipping my hand. I don’t want her near that family of hers. She doesn’t want to go back. As far as I’m concerned she never has to.”
“Agreed.” Cole rubbed the back of his head. “We should ask her how she wants us to handle it. She’s been through a lot.”
“I want to protect her from all of it.”
“Me too, man. Me too.”
They looked up when they heard a knock on the door. Abby stood in front of them.
“You’re awake.” Cole smiled.
“I didn’t know where you guys were. It was lonely in the cabin.”
“Come here.” He opened his arms and she walked into them. Deacon rose to close the door. He turned the lock. “Everything ok?” he asked her.
She nodded. “I was dreaming about both of you.”
“Tell me it was something fucking hot,” Deacon prodded.
“Very.” She giggled.
Cole groaned. He had work to do. He usually booked every minute of his day, maximizing his time. Flight time was when he read reports and returned emails. The Vegas trip had piled up his workload.
But Abby was in front of him, talking about a hot dream she had. He wasn’t going anywhere. He had to admit, holding her made everything else seem second place.
Deacon looked at him. “Door is locked and the flight crew knows better than to come back here.”
Abby’s eyes lit. “Can we?”
He crushed his lips against hers, drawing a sweet moan from her throat.
Deacon was behind her, pulling the shirt from her limbs. Cole fell backward on the bed, hugging Abby to his chest, while Deacon worked the jeans from her legs.
Her breasts bobbed in front of him. He pushed the lace away, exposing her nipple. He took it in his mouth, needing to feel it perk under his tongue.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. Her hips rolled with every flick of his tongue.
Deacon threw his shirt on the floor and dropped his pants. Cole wanted her too. He wondered for a split second if they were starting to see whose cock could reach her first. He lifted his hips, shoving his pants off.
Abby threw her head back. It had only been a few days, but she was already so good at giving. Her blowjobs were out of this world. And there was no way to describe just how tight and hot her pussy was. Cole couldn’t wait to take her virgin ass. If she were ready, he would christen it now on this flight home. It would be the perfect way to end a trip that had changed all of their lives.
She started to slide backward over his body, trailing kisses along the lines of his abs. She grinned when she reached his navel. He watched in awe as she reached the floor and wiggled her hips backward toward Deacon. Fuck. She was amazing. She leaned forward taking Cole’s cock in her hands. Her tongue trailed along the throbbing vein and up the other side.
“Fuck, Abby,” Cole growled.
She smiled. “That’s the idea, right?”
Deacon positioned himself behind her, spreading her legs. Cole watched as she panted and mewed from his fingers. He was fucking her with his fingers first, getting her as wet as he could.
“Spread those legs,” he ordered. “I want to see your pussy when I fuck you.”
“Oh, Deacon,” she whimpered. “I love how you fuck me.”
“And what about me baby?” Cole’s eyes lit.
“I love your cock. Can I have it?”
Cole’s cock bounced toward her lips. The higher, Deacon brought her hips, the farther her head lowered. She inhaled his dick in one long swallow.
“Shit,” Cole hissed. She had a way of making him want to come in the first thrust. But he couldn’t. He wanted it to last. Seeing her like this did something to his soul.
She was like a siren, calling to him and Deacon.
He watched his best friend take her from behind, while she braced herself against the impact with her hands on the bed. Her mouth slid over Cole’s cock with expert ease. They were lost in this. She was beautiful with their cocks inside her. She was meant for them. Meant to be theirs. Meant to be taken like this.
The bell dinged on the jet. The fasten seat belt sign flashed overhead, but he was so close. They all were. What the hell was going on at the front of the jet?
Abby’s eyes opened. They were glazed over with lust. He could get lost in her green gaze. He wanted to believe the sadness was gone. He had helped replace it with the new confident woman she had become in their bed.
“Don’t stop, sweet girl. We’re so close.”
The captain’s voice rang clearly over the speaker. “If you could please take your seats in the main cabin, we have a storm we’re trying to avoid. We need you to buckle up, everyone.”
“Oh shit,” Deacon groaned. “I’m so fucking close to coming. Tell the captain to shut up.”
Abby’s tits bounced. She sucked hard as Cole’s spine clutched and convulsed. He was going to explode in epic proportions. Everything went black. He shot his release deep in her throat as Deacon howled out, slamming into her. With one slow draw, Abby slid her lips over his cock and kissed the top of his dick, smiling.
“You have the sweetest fucking lips, baby,” he whispered, cupping her jaw.
She playfully bit her lip. “I could do that for you all day. I love it. I really do.” She looked over her shoulder. “And you. What you did to me…”
“No words, huh?”
“Now I’m in the mile-high club, aren’t I?”
Deacon laughed behind her. “You’re in it double, sweetheart.” He slapped her playfully on her bare ass.
Cole sat up from the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up and get to our seats. I don’t need a lecture from the pilot.”
“But—” Her eyes fluttered.
“What is it, sweetheart?” Deacon asked.
“I like it when we switch off. Can we? Before the seatbelts?”
“There’s a storm on the way,” he explained.
She kissed him gently. “Please fuck me, Cole. Just once? I want you inside me.”
Cole looked at his best friend. This woman was going to kill them. There was no doubt. She was insatiable.
“You heard her.” Deacon laughed. He bounced on the bed to change places with his friends. Abby eagerly straddled him as Cole stood, trying to catch his balance as the plane rocked. He steadied himself behind her hips.
She leaned forward taking Deac in her mouth. She wiggled back, offering her ass to him. He knew what she was trying to do. Trying to tempt him. Trying to get him to make a rash decision before she was ready. But as much as he wanted it, he had to wait.
He pressed his cock to her wet pussy and thrust inside instead.
“Fuck,” he groaned, losing his mind. He closed his mind and got lost in the woman he knew he was in love with.
He didn’t care how many times the pilot rang that damn bell. If the plane went down, at least they were all going down in one sinful blaze of glory.