“Now, grip the headboard, Hells. And hold on tight.”
~*~
Shaun leaned against the pilot’s cabin doorway, the day after our escapade, and watched me board the jet with a wicked smirk on his handsome face.
“Mornin’ Hallie.”
Despite being almost depleted, the deep timbre of his voice spoke directly to my libido. Conscious that we were surrounded by the team, I breezed past while throwing, “Mornin’ yourself. Hope you slept well,” over my shoulder.
I settled into my seat and set about shoving in my earbuds when I felt eyes on me. My attention snapped across the aisle to Mac studying me through a squint.
“You two fucked, didn’t you?”
“We absolutely didn’t fuck a single time,” I declared, keeping a straight face. It was the god-honest truth.
“Yeah, so how many, then?”
I snorted and let a smirk through. “Lost count.”
“Claire’s gonna have a field day with this.”
Another snort accompanied the dismissive wave of my hand. “Claire is preoccupied. And if she’s busy worrying about my personal life, then her honeymoon isn’t off to a peachy start.”
Mac’s eyebrows lifted. “It’s not your personal life when you’re fucking the force pilot.”
“For fuck’s sake, keep your voicedown,woman!”
Lexa turned in her chair in front of me and her eyes grew round. “You fucked Zeke?” She then gasped. “Or was it Shaun?”
“Shaun,” Mac answered for me.
“Seriously, Mac? You’re an asshole.”
She threw her head back and roared with laughter. Lexa, giggling, knelt on her seat and faced rearward at me. Sordid curiosity danced in her gaze.
“So, what’s he like? Go on, Hallie, spill the tea.”
I smirked and made a show of shoving in both earbuds while they speculated over the size of Shaun’s dick.
Heat prickled over the crown of my head—someone was watching me again. My eyes snapped up and immediately locked with Shaun’s as he stood at the cockpit door, headset in place, studiously watching the three of us girls fool around.
The heat in his eyes didn’t cool any as I held his stare. It intensified. Coaxed hotter by the suggestive roll of his tongue gliding across his lower lip.
“Oh,fuck;you can cut the sexual tension with a knife,” Mac announced, sending Lex into a fit of giggles.
I finally cracked a wide smile and tore my gaze off Shaun’s.
Nevada breezed down the aisle with her Stetson still firmly jammed on top of her blonde hair, and slowed as she passed Lexa, Mac, and I. Her hazel eyes narrowed sharply as she leaned an elbow on the seatback in front of Mac. “I sense a scandal. What’s going on?”
“Hallie and Shaun boned, okay?” Jade yelled from two seats back. “If you guys weren’t all so fucking pissed at the wedding, you would have noticed them slip out together. I could smell the pheromones, y’all.”
Holding in a laugh, I twisted in my seat and popped up higher. “Bet you didn’t see Biagio, though, did you?”
“Who the fuck is Biagio?” Mac boomed, leaning across the aisle, enraptured by the new information.
I let a little more laughter slip. Shaun and I had collected Biagio on the way to my suite. Shaun had noticed the gorgeous Italian man watching us from a few doors down, and we’d wordlessly invited him in and made the most of being in Italy.
“One of the finest asses in Italy,” I informed them nonchalantly.