“Mr. Ross.” The attendant for the flight suddenly appeared, offering us a tired but friendly smile. “We are ready to leave.”
“Dahlia,” I whispered against her ear, “I need you to wake up, beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” she hummed sleepily, “Well, if that’s the way you’re going to wake me up, I’m more likely to become a morning person.”
I chuckled, hiding the strain in my voice because I had a million far better ideas on how to enhance her mornings. As she slid off my lap and stretched her arms above her head, I nearly let out a low groan. The woman was wearing a pleated white skirt with a tennis jacket, an outfit I’d seen a million times before, and each and every time I imagined what she would look like bent over with red hand marks on her perfect ass.
Not knowing what she was doing to me, she offered a sleepy smile and walked towards the tarmac. I followed after, offering the attendant a nod of thanks for letting us know.
The Ross jet wasn’t very different from our own, but while ours was suited a bit more towards business with the amount of trips our parents took, this was more suited towards pleasure. The cream-colored seats were embroidered with a green and gold family crest and a large door at the back of the plane led to what I knew to be a master suite.With a bed.
Fuck, that sounded amazing.
Luckily, it seemed that Dahlia and I were on the exact same wavelength because she threw open the door and fell face first into bed, making me laugh. I grabbed her waist, trying to not rub against her pert ass, as my cock jumped at being so close to her tight heat. She let out a soft sleepy sound as I moved her into the center of the bed and leaned down to take off her tennis shoes. I slipped off my own and offered King a head nod as I closed the bedroom door, knowing that he would have to spend the majority of the trip focused on the shit he had to handle when we got there.
Our number one concern?
Ian.
We had arranged for Ian to be taken care of, but it seemed that no one could find him. Considering our contacts, that was a goddamn feat on its own. Part of me hoped he was still alive because I would much rather handle it on our own and draw it out. Then again, we already had so much attention on us that the death of someone Yates beat the fuck out of at our country club only a few days ago would probably seem suspicious.
Which was why I was really hoping that the media would get their heads out of their asses and realize that trying to go up against our families was a horrible idea. I couldn’t even blame the smaller news stations because our last names weren’t extremely recognizable, but the corporate owners of all those media companies would know exactly who we were. Especially considering the amount of money that the Gates family alone sent annually to each one. Money was an easy fix to most things because people as a whole cared more about lining their pockets than they did about their jobs. It was that simple.Usually.
“Lincoln,” Dahlia sighed softly as I slipped under the covers with her, realizing I’d gotten stuck in my own head again. As I pulled her against me, I breathed in her soft scent and ran my fingers along her waist where her jacket had ridden up. Despite it being a simple—if not ordinary—moment, a pulse of emotion hit my chest as I realized just how much I loved Dahlia. How important she was in my life. Fundamental. Down to the fact that I could recognize the intoxicating scent of her perfume anywhere.
“I love you,” I admitted softly against her ear. I had said it before, but this was different, or at least it would be to her.
Turning into me, her green eyes warmed as she offered a small smile. “You love me?”
“You know I do.” I ran a thumb over her lip.
“That was different.” Her tongue darted out to touch my thumb as my cock jumped against the press of her soft body on mine.
“Not for me.” I’d always meant it this way from the time that I knew what it meant to feel love like this. I slid my other hand to her lower back as I pulled her tight to me, her eyes flaring with heat at realizing how turned on I was. Not that I was trying to hide it. “I’ve always meant it exactly like this, Dahlia.”
Rolling her so that she was underneath me, her legs parted slightly as her skirt rode up, showing off a pale pink pair of lace panties against her hot center. Fuck.
A low groan escaped my throat as I looked up, finding her offering me a somewhat coy smile, her arms wrapping around my neck. Her large green eyes darted down to where I was hard, painfully so, and her smile grew, her eyes dancing with heat.
“Do you think my suffering is funny?” I mused lightly, dipping down to kiss her soft lips, hard and bruising, my cock rubbing against her panties. The action had her jolting slightly as her back arched off the bed and a moan left her throat.
“Is that it, beautiful?” I wondered curiously. I wanted to play this game with Dahlia. I wanted to hold her on the cusp of coming until she was sobbing and begging for release at my hands. Only then would I let her come. I needed her to feel the same frustration I’d felt for years now, even if it was only for a moment in time.
“No,” she whimpered as I pulled back. Her grip tightened, causing me to flash a smile. My finger pulled down her athletic zip-up, and the fabric fell apart to reveal a pink lace bra cupping her perfect tits, the transparent material highlighting her hard nipples. I immediately was pulling back the cup of the right one and teasing it in my mouth, unable to stop myself from tasting her.
That was my weakness when it came to holding out on Dahlia’s pleasure. It was how much I craved her release. How I wanted her limp in my arms after coming so hard she had tears streaming down her face. I was normally a patient man, but when it came to her, that was a hard fucking feat.
“I think it is. I think you love how frustrated you make me.” I nipped the soft skin of her breast as she tightened her legs around me, seemingly worried about me going somewhere.I wasn’t.I couldn’t.
My fingers teased over the soft lace of her panties, the material wet, causing me to groan. Her hands tightened in my hair, and I teased her nipple with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue. Her cry of my name had me letting out a low groan against her skin, wondering how loud she would shout it if I was buried inside of her.
“That’s okay, because I’m going to show youexactlywhat it feels like to be frustrated, to suffer like all of us have been these past few years,” I growled against her lips, pressing down on her much smaller, soft frame. I could keep her safe like this, trapped underneath me. I fucking loved that concept.
“Linc!” Her gasp was music to my ears as I rolled her over onto her stomach in a sharp movement. Almost instantly her back was arching as she went up on all fours, my fingers brushing up her silky legs to grip her ass, the smooth skin on display from where her skirt had fallen to her hips. Goddamn, she looked even better than I imagined.
“Oh no,” I warned with a dark laugh, stopping her movements as she tried to rub against me. I brought my fingers back down to her tight, covered little cunt and continued to pet it, her thighs shaking slightly as she tried once again to rub against me, a frustrated sound leaving her fuckable mouth.
“You didn’t think I would let you off that easily, did you? After all this time of you teasing us? Now you want to get fucked and don’t expect any punishment? For someone to fill you up and pump into that hot, spoiled little pussy? No, beautiful, you deserve a bit of a punishment for the hell you put us through.”