“Is this really mink?” she asks, amazed.
“It’s vintage,” Jake murmurs. “It was our mother’s. It looks beautiful on you.”
“I’m honored!” She smiles beautifully. “You never talk about your parents. She must have been a lovely woman.”
“One of a kind,” Jake sighs as he kisses the top of her hair fondly.
I know that I should offer her some kind of compliment, but honestly she takes my breath away. That plus the mild panic attack that I’m having keep my lips firmly closed.
We all pile into the luxurious, extra-large helicopter, strapping in without thinking. When Lola holds the seatbelts and looks around with questions in her eyes, Liam kneels in front of her to buckle the restraints.
“Don’t be nervous,” he says as the engines wind up, filling the cabin with sound. “Timothy is an expert! We are totally safe!”
“Oh my God!” she yelps as the helicopter begins to take off. Her skin goes ghost white and she claws at my knee through the fabric of my tuxedo trousers.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I hate flying!” she exclaims.
Giving Liam a signal, I make a suggestion that he understands only too well. In moments, he has her dress over her knees and is taking her legs in his hands to drape them over his shoulders.
“Relax and enjoy yourself!” I suggest loudly as my brother pushes his face between her creamy thighs and begins swiping his tongue over her beautiful, swollen pussy. In moments she is relaxing, moaning as she slumps in the chair. Through half-lidded eyes, she watches the mountains glide by through the window of the helicopter cabin, while my brother eats her snatch as she writhes.
We all watch intently as her face transforms when she climaxes, just as we reach downtown Lake Tahoe. Liam’s timing is excellent, and he leans back, smirking proudly as he wipes her juices from his chin with the back of his hand.
I feel better too, but not completely.
As Timothy pilots the helicopter onto the roof of the casino, I find my stomach in knots. It’s not just that I don’t love flying, it’s that I haven’t seen another person besides my brothers and Lola in years. Literally, not in years.
And I am not convinced that I want to start today. It is only Lola’s assertion that the guys are looking forward to it that gives me the strength to continue.
And apparently, she has a point. My brothers all stare uneasily out the window, barely keeping their excitement in check. She said that they had gone along with my plan just to make me happy, and implied that their sacrifice had been more than I understood.
It looks like she was right. I don’t know how I feel about that. I’m either the luckiest guy in the world, or a complete monster.
The chopper settles smoothly into the target area, just as the sun is going down. With the last rays of light, the lake is serene and deep blue, almost black. It is something I see every day, and I never get over how beautiful it is.
Someone rushes toward the helicopter, hunched over as the rotors slow to a stop. The cabin door suddenly opens, letting in a blast of cold air.
“Lola!” the woman howls. “Oh my God!”
Lola reaches forward, taking the woman’s hand and they embrace fondly, chirping rapidly so that I can’t even understand what they’re saying. But apparently they are friends, and they are very happy to see each other.
“Everybody, this is Nance, my boss…” Lola yells over the sound of the engine winding down. Her cheeks are flushed and she tucks a few stray strands of hair behind her beautiful little ears. "My best friend! Nance… This is Jason, Cartman, Liam, Killian, and Timothy… The Carrutherses!”
“Oh, everybody knows who you are!” Nance smirks, walking forward with her hand extended as we all pile out of the bird.
I shake her hand, instantly disliking her. I don’t care for the sly look in her eyes, or the preening arrogance. This is not a good person. I wonder why they are friends?
“Okay, just dial it down,” comes a voice from behind me. Jake has positioned himself directly behind my left shoulder, whether to rein in my attitude problem or guide me like a guardian angel, I can’t tell.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I sniff as I snap the lapels of my tuxedo.
“You look like you’re going to get in a fistfight,” he warns me, his voice too low for anyone else to hear. “This is your resurrection party, Carty. Why not just try to enjoy it a little bit?”
“Fine,” I growl through clenched molars. “Why don’t we just go get a drink?”
“This way, this way!” Nance announces, with her hand raised over her head.
She gestures us toward the rooftop elevator, as though there was anywhere else we could have possibly gone. It’s not like I’m going to scale down the side of the building, is it?