Foster all but whimpered beneath her, and she leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest. “Fuck me,” she breathed, and he groaned in relief and thrust upward into her. He set a quick pace, chasing his own release. Adrianne moaned, becoming overwhelmed, and when her grip loosened, I wrapped my hand around hers and showed her how to touch me.
“Fuck, I'm coming!” Foster groaned, and so was I. He let go inside her just as I spilled across her hand. Adrianne sighed with it, smiling dreamily.
After a moment of collecting our breath, she looked at me. “Can you get me a towel? I'm... ” She looked down at herself. “Messy.”
I laughed, but before I could move, there was a tentative knock. Then, there was a slight, feminine cough. It was the flight attendant. “Uhm... Ms. Montoya? Would you or the... uh... gentlemen need anything?”
It was like all of the air was sucked out of the room for a moment, and then Adrianne snorted, and we dissolved into laughter.
15
CALLAN
I understood how two paparazzi could wreck a limousine. From the moment we landed in Sydney, the photogs had been relentless. The Falconi movies were a huge franchise both domestically and internationally, and the Australian fans seemed... rabid at times. Unlike in Cali, Adrianne couldn't go out with just one of us. The minute she was recognized, she was mobbed, and a single bodyguard didn't stand a chance, no matter how big and menacing.
“Suit up today,” Merc told us on the second morning of the trip. Adrianne was in the shower. Usually, one of us would be with her, but today, she'd asked for some time to herself. The paparazzi were making all of us feel claustrophobic. “Somewhere it can be covered. Even with our paperwork all in order to carry in public, we don't need to scare the locals.”
I scoffed at that. “Maybe that's exactly what we need to do.”
“I'd rather not get arrested, thanks,” Foster piped in and started threading his holster through his belt. I shrugged on the straps for my shoulder holster. Merc was opting for a lower back holster. We were all going for our comfort spot, where it would be the easiest for us to draw from if need be.
“You check the schedule for today?” I asked. “Where are we going?”
Foster and Merc shared a look. “Uh... Coober Pedy,” Foster answered.
“And that is where?”
The bathroom door opened, and Adrianne came out toweling her hair. “It's about 1200 miles into the interior,” she said.
“And we're driving?”
She gave me a pained look. “That would take nearly twenty-three hours of straight driving.”
Dammit, I thought, and sweat puddled in the small of my back. “We're flying, aren't we?”
“Sorry, handsome,” she said by way of answer.
“Are we at least on the private jet?”
“It's been hired out for the month while we're here.”
“How much am I going to hate this?”
Merc genuinely thought about it. “We won't be jumping out of it, but—”
“A prop plane?” I instantly hated how squeaky it all came out, but the last prop plane we'd flown in fell out of the sky. Foster and Merc had wanted to go sky-diving in a non-emergent, recreational capacity... and then we'd almost died, and we had to tandem jump out the pilot.
“You can stay back,” Adrianne offered gently. “Coober Pedy is a little far out for paparazzi to drive. I should be fine with Foster and Ethan overnight.”
Over my dead body, I thought flatly. “I’m not going to leave them down a man,” I said.
“Cal, we can handle it,” Foster said, but Merc looked torn. “Ethan?”
“If you can handle the plane ride without having a stroke, I want you there,” Merc said. “I want full coverage anywhere we go, even if the risk of paparazzi is light.”
Adrianne wrinkled her nose, but she didn't argue. She might have if we hadn't been so mobbed yesterday, but we'd switched to an interior view of the courtyard so as to not risk people rappelling down the building to get a look in the window. She looked at the clock on the bedside table. “We have to meet the plane in an hour or so,” she said. “The car should be here soon.”
She wandered back into the bathroom to finish getting ready, and we each packed a go-bag. “Are we good to have guns on a plane?” I asked.