My breath stutters, my eyes widening at the mental image that gives me.
He chuckles. “I guess that gives me your answer,” he says, his hand tightening its grip on my waist. “You up for a bit of experimentation, bro?” he asks Kai over my shoulder, and I turn my head to look back at him.
Kai’s eyes are serious, considering. There's darkness in their depths that’s not all heat. It makes my brows dip in worry.
“Kai? It’s okay if you’re not, truly,” I assure him, turning to face him fully and stroking my arm down his.
“I’m not sure about anal, but, maybe other stuff. I think I’d like to be top, though,” he tells us honestly, looking between Loki and I.
“We can work with that, can’t we, Pretty Girl?” Loki states, his hand dipping in between my still tender arse cheeks. “I’m up for your dick in my chocolate starfish.”
“Loki!” I chastise, my nose wrinkling as my head whips round.
“What? Would you prefer my ham flower? Or maybe the Hershey highway? The brown puckered eye?”
Tears of laughter are streaming down my face, even as I cringe, and I look to Kai, finding him in a similar state, the darkness of moments ago gone, as he laughs at his friend.
“I can’t even with you, Loki,” I tell him in between gasps as I step out of the shower and reach for a towel.
“What about Gary?” he asks, and even he can’t hold back the chuckles.
And now, I’m officially dead.
CHAPTERTHREE
LILLY
Once I’ve gotten over the fact the Loki just called his arsehole Gary—fucking snort—I get dressed in some navy lacy French knickers, soft colourful harem pants, and a dark red vest top sans bra. Luckily for me, Tom brought in my hand luggage whilst we were otherwise—ahem—occupied, and I’d packed some comfy flight clothes knowing that we’ll be in the air for over eighteen hours.
I walk out of the bedroom to find Ash lounging on one of the curved sofa type seats, a drink, whisky on the rocks by the look of it, in his hand.
“Better, Princess?” he asks with an indulgent smile, and I sit right next to him, snuggling under his arm, and feeling all kinds of languid from my many orgasms.
“So much better,” I tell him, sighing and wrapping my arm around his chest. He has also changed into something more casual; soft grey linen trousers, a white linen shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbow, and black flip-flops that showcase his beautiful inked feet. “I missed you, Vanderbilt.”
He pulls me in closer, his arm around my shoulders, and I take in a deep inhale of that spicy scent that is all Ash.
“I missed you too, Princess,” he whispers, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head.
“You didn’t…” I start, trying to tread carefully with what I’m about to say. “That is, I didn’t get any texts from you?”
I feel him stiffen ever so slightly underneath me, but as I make a move to sit up so that I can look into his eyes, he holds me tighter to him.
“Rubber duck was not needed,” he tells me in a low voice, and I exhale a long breath at his words, grateful that he didn’t feel the need to cut himself whilst back at home.
Just then, what I assume is Alisha, walks over in stiletto heels and a navy flight attendant uniform. She’s an attractive blond with a perfect hourglass figure, sparkling blue eyes, and plush lips. Someone who looked like her would have intimidated me previously, leaving me feeling inadequate. But not so much anymore. She’s carrying a tray of drinks, ice clinking in the glasses, looking at us with a broad smile and not spilling a single drop.
“Here you are, Mr. Vanderbilt,” she says, setting the drinks aside on a low table in front of us, and giving me a quick glance.
“Thank you, Alisha,” Ash replies. “May I introduce Lilly Darling,” he says, not moving his arm, clearly staking his claim.
“Pleased to meet you, Ms. Darling,” she says, her American accent husky as she gives me a quick smile, a slight blush stealing over her cheeks.
“You too, Alisha,” I respond, feeling my own face heat with embarrassment.
“Will that be everything, sir?” she asks, turning to face Ash, being the consummate professional that she is, and not acknowledging the DP that went on earlier, which she clearly heard.
“Just dinner in about an hour, please,” Ash replies in a business-like tone, and I get a flash of the man he is becoming, a leader of a multibillion dollar corporation.