Chapter 24
Jax
I thought riding out for the first time as part of the DeanStars would be weird. I mean, yeah, the name is dicky, but aside from that, everything is pretty much the same. When I’m riding, everything just fades away anyway.
Once I signed with Dean a month ago, things just took off. He had me competing anywhere and everywhere. The deals with Weet-Bix and Milo came through, as did a sponsorship with Lexus, and an offer for me to design my own clothing line, complete with some of the most kick-arse sneakers I’ve ever seen. So life is good. Life is very good.
Currently Bentley and I are on our way to Vegas for a showcase. Oh and did I mention we’re on a private jet? Because we are.
“You know,” I say to Bentley, “I never travelled like this with my family.”
“So signing with Dean was a good move then?” she asks as she sips her champagne.
“Fuck yeah,” I say, kicking my feet up on the coffee table in front of me. “Oh, before I forget, remind me to pick up a souvenir for Buttons while we’re away.” She gives me the “you’ve got to be shitting me” look. “What?” I ask.
“A souvenir for the cat? Really, Jax?”
“She is a valued member of our family,” I say. “Our only child, for the moment. I’m sure she already feels left out, and now you don’t even want to bring her a present to show how much we missed her?” I shake my head. “That’s cold, darlin’.”
Slowly she puts down her champagne glass and turns to face me. There’s a mischievous gleam in her eye, the rose-gold colour of her hair only makes them stand out more. “Cold, huh?” she says as she crawls along the bench seat towards me. I give a non-committal shrug. “I’ll show you cold.” She straddles my lap before grinding down hard on me. My dick springs to attention.
“Fuck, darlin’.” I throw my head back. She leans down and starts nipping and sucking at my neck.
“This cold?” she asks. She’s got me worked up to the point where there’s only going to be one end.
“You really want to do this?” I ask. “Here?”
“I’m not a member of the Mile High Club,” she says, “are you?”
The truth is, I am, a couple of times over, but I don’t know if she wants to know that. “Come on,” I say, grabbing her by the hips, keeping her wrapped around me and walking us towards the bedroom at the back of the plane. I kick the door shut behind us. “Hmm,” I say, considering how we’re going to do this. In the meantime, Bentley is still sucking at my neck and rubbing against me. “Fuck it,” I say, and push her against the closest wall. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” I take her mouth in a punishing kiss. She wiggles against me, her hand travelling down to my fly. She undoes it, and I put her feet on the ground, dropping to my knees. Hurriedly we get her jeans and panties off, and I pull mine down before picking her up again and sliding home. “Fuck, you always feel so good,” I manage to grit out.
“Mmm,” she moans, her nails raking across my scalp.
It isn’t long before we’re both coming hard. I flop back on the bed, keeping her on top of me.
“So was that as good as all the other times you’ve had sex on a plane?” she asks.
“What? What other times?”
She gives me the “don’t blow smoke up my arse” look. There’s a very subtle difference between this and the “you’ve got to be shitting me” look. Luckily for me, I’m an expert on all things Bentley La Roche, and am able to tell the difference.
“You think I don’t know you well enough to know when you’re avoiding a question?” she says.
I smile and hug her tighter to me. “I’m glad as fuck you know me well enough,” I say.
“Me too,” she says, and kisses me on the nose.
“But it was a good distraction, right?” I ask.
She nods, and lays her head on my chest. “A very good distraction. But you still haven’t answered the question.”
I push her head back so she’s looking me in the eyes. “Nothing I did before you in any way, shape, or form even comes close to comparing how I feel when the two of us are together.”
I see her melt. “You can be incredibly sweet when you want to be,” she says, lying on my chest again.
“I keep telling you that I’m perfect, but you never believe me,” I joke.
Just then the captain’s voice comes over the PA system. “If you could please take your seats, we’ll be landing soon,” he says.
“What the fuck?” I ask as we get up. “We’ve only been flying for a few hours,” I say as I check my watch.
Bentley shrugs, dresses, and walks into the cabin. The flight attendant is there, waiting for us to sit.
“Why are we landing?” I ask her.
“We’re picking up another passenger, sir,” she says.
Even her calling me sir can’t distract me. “What other passenger?”
“I’m not sure, sir,” she says, checking we’ve buckled our seat belts correctly.
“Dean never mentioned anyone else was coming with us?” Bentley asks.
“Nope.”
We land, and the door is flung open.
“Yo, yo, yo,” Bishop Royal says as he steps on board. “What’s up, my travelling bros?” His thick Kiwi accent instantly grates on my nerves.
“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me,” I say, reaching for my phone.
“Jax, my man,” Bishop says, walking towards me, “how have you been? I heard you’ve been working hard to try and win your Extreme Games medals back. Good luck with that,” he says, and slaps me on the back as he walks to the back of the plane. “Phew,” he says as he walks into the bedroom, “smells like sex in here.” He turns to face Bentley and me. “Did you two partake in a little mile-high action?”
“I’m going to kill him,” I say to Bentley under my breath. She wraps her hand around my wrist and squeezes. “What are you doing here, Bishop?” I ask.
“Didn’t Dean tell you?” He says as he takes a seat, reclining back in it. “I’m your new teammate.”