“It’s not my fault that he wanted me to win.”
“That’s right, angel. Plus, I’m exhausted, anyway. You three can play,” River says. Now I know I’m going to lose. I look closely at River and he is showing some signs of being overly tired. He has slightly purple bags under his eyes and he looks a little paler than normal.
“River, are you all right?”
Grayson places his hand on River’s neck and starts kneading the muscle. “He gets anxious every time we fly. You didn’t sleep well last night, did you?” Grayson asks him.
“No, I didn’t.” River rolls his eyes and looks annoyed that they told me he doesn’t like flying.
“Do you want me to come lie down with you?” I ask River.
“I always want you to be near me, angel. But I really need some sleep. If you’re next to me, that’s not what is going to happen.”
My cheeks flush and I nod my head and hold on to Dean’s hand on my thigh. The plane takes off down the runway and I watch out the window as we ascend in the air. River grips the table and Grayson keeps an assured hand on his neck. It’s clear that our Alphas arranged how we’re seated on the plane. It makes me smile. Fuck, I love them so much.
It doesn’t take long for the flight attendant to let us know we can roam freely around the cabin. River kisses Grayson and Dean before he comes in front of me and cups my face. His kiss is so tender and sweet. His hands pet down my hair and he kisses the top of my head before he retreats to the bedroom at the back of the plane.
“What do you want to do, Liv? There’s a TV. We could play games, or I brought a few books,” Grayson asks.
“Watching a movie sounds great. What can we watch?”
“River told me to download this show called‘You’for you. He said you would like it,” Grayson replies, and I blush. I wonder who River thinks is more like Joe Goldberg, him or myself.
Grayson sets up the monitor and opens up the ottoman to the couch on the other side of the plane. It’s going to be tight, but we will all fit. I’m a huge fan of sitting on my men’s laps, anyway.
Dean takes me by the hand and we walk over to the couch. He plops down and grabs me by the hips and places me on his lap. I automatically lean against his chest and my fingertips glide down the soft cotton of his black T-shirt.
“I can’t believe we’re going on vacation,” I tell him, looking into his amber eyes.
“Baby, I wish we would have known how bad you wanted to travel. We just put this together two weeks ago when you mentioned your dad always traveling for Christmas and how badly you wanted to experience it,” Dean says.
“I know, it’s still hard to ask for what I want sometimes.”
“That’s why we’re here,” Grayson says, sitting down on the couch next to us. His one arm goes around Dean’s shoulder as he uses the other one to rest my calves on his thighs.
“What are we going to do while we’re there?”
“Whatever you want, but I have some ideas. You will just have to wait and see,” Grayson says. His green eyes dazzling with mischief. River is usually the one I have to worry about plotting, but it seems Grayson has taken on that role for Christmas.
“I hate surprises,” I say, crossing my arms and leaning against Dean. I’m glad we left later in the day and will spend most of the travel time sleeping.
“We know, it makes it more fun,” Dean says, placing a kiss against my hair. We watch the show in silence as both of my Alphas touch me tenderly. I get bored at some point, probably when the main female character doesn’t accept just how much Joe wants to take care of her.Annoying.
I need my Alphas and I’m not shy about that anymore. While I’m aware that the pack is wrapped around my perfectly manicured finger, there are times I don’t get what I want.Those times are rare.
Dean rasps out a displeased sigh when I slide over to sit on Grayson’s lap. I straddle him. There’s barely enough room for my thighs on each side of him.
“Where’s the flight attendant?”
His large hands clamp around my waist and his thumbs rub against the underside of my rib cage. “There is a private section upfront for the flight attendant and pilots. She won’t come back here unless we ask her to.”
I don’t reply. I just grab him by his hair and bring him in for a bruising kiss. He moans against my mouth as one of his hands grabs one of my ass cheeks and the other tightens on my waist. I’m not sure how long the kiss lasts but by the time we break apart, we’re both panting.
Glancing to my left, I see Dean has removed himself from his pants and is stroking his cock, watching us. My perfume is filling the cabin and mingling against Grayson’s fresh ocean breeze and laundry scent and Dean’s rich pine and smoke. It’s single-handedly the best smell on the entire planet. The only thing that makes it better is River’s natural but light musky scent.
“How you wanna do this, sweetheart? There isn’t a ton of room,” Grayson says. There really isn’t. I’m not even sure either of them could fully lie down on the couch.
“I-I want you behind me and Dean in my mouth,” I say, licking my lips and staring at Dean hungrily. His eyes glimmer and he taps his thigh for me to lean over to him. I climb off Grayson’s lap and he rises from his place on the couch. The poor man can’t even stand completely straight on the plane without hitting his head. With my knees pressed against the leather material of the couch, I bend forward, resting my upper body against Dean. With my right hand, I stroke his length as I tease the tip with my tongue.