“Who said we were going home?” He was way too damn cheerful. “Now come on, beautiful. Roll over. I want to eat you out until you scream and come all over my tongue at least twice before we shower.”
Wait…what? Not that he gave me any time to process that before his sinful mouth made good on that promise.
Chapter Sixteen
No Shoes, No Shirts, No People
Frankie
We left the parks much the way we’d arrived, via limo that took us to the airport, but this time to a private airstrip rather than checking in at the commercial terminals. I slanted a look from one smug face to the next as the limo wound its way around and finally pulled up next to a private plane.
Standish owned their own airline.
Sometimes I forgot that.
The driver moved around to the rear door and opened it to let us out, even as two other crew members approached the trunk and opened it to begin removing the luggage. No, I wasn’t going to admit to the moderate amount of embarrassment that not all our luggage was in the trunk. We’d sent some bags back to Jeremy to join our other items shipping northward, and another set had already been brought to the airport.
Archie slid out and paused long enough to hold out a hand for me. I gave him a look, and his eyes just twinkled. Behind me, Coop and Jake both chuckled. Incorrigible shits. Outside, the breeze carried elements of metal and fuel.
“Private plane?”
“Yep,” Archie told me, the corners of his lips twitching as he practically vibrated with the dare.
“Hmm.” I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep my expression in check. “Nice.” Playing it cool was not my forte. Nor was it in my nature to hide my reactions, so I turned my back as I headed for the steps leading up into the plane itself.
I’d been on exactly zero private planes in my life. Archie’s faint grunt of disbelief chased me. Beyond him, Ian’s soft chuckle joined with Coop’s and Jake’s. I gripped the handrail and then gave into the giggle working its way free and tossed a look over my shoulder.
“Oh, you little…” Archie began, but I was already scrambling inside. Served him right. The teasing play muted some when the flight staff greeted us. Actual staff—two flight attendants, a pilot, and a co-pilot. The plane didn’t seem so huge on the outside, but it was far more spacious on the inside. A table with chairs. A sofa, lounging area, an actual bathroom with a shower.
Holy crap.
There was even a bedroom onboard.
A shiver went through me.
The staff would be toward the front of the plane where there was also a galley. The pricey coffeemaker promised just how lush and ritzy the plane was.
“Good morning, we’re still waiting for final clearances. Flight time to Los Angeles is expected to be just under six hours. We will handle refueling and picking up the rest of the catering for the next leg of the flight. In the meantime, can I get you anything else?” The flight attendant’s nametag read ‘Sandy.’
“That’s great, thank you.”
Once we were alone, I turned on the guys. “Explain.”
“You trust me,” Archie coaxed, and I rolled my eyes.
“Without question, but private plane? Los Angeles? What are we doing?”
“Friends of my grandfather loaned us the use of their island for a week, so we’re heading to Fiji, where we’ll take a yacht to the island.”
A yacht.
A private island.
I sank back in my seat and gaped.
“To be fair,” Coop offered, “the island thing threw us too.”
“Not as much as the yacht,” Jake murmured. “Or the plane.”
“I’ve learned to just appreciate Archie’s generosity,” Ian teased. “Just like you do. But if you don’t like it, Angel…”
I flicked a look at him. “How could I not possibly like it? But this is… It’s almost too much.” It was a kind of affluent lifestyle we watched on television or in the movies. “This is like Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark level stuff.”
“Batman or Iron Man?” Archie’s grin grew. “I’ll take it. But seriously, babe, we wanted to take you to the beach, and we wanted you to ourselves. The parks were a blast.” They had been, but we’d been surrounded by people. “On the island, we can skinny dip, you can sun topless if you want…”
Jake almost growled, and I wasn’t the only one who glanced at him.
“The only people who will see her is us,” Archie continued. “That’s why the private island works, besides this is all about us. But if you don’t…”
I reached across the table and tangled my fingers with his. “I want.”
Even if I never got used to the insanity of how they spent money.
Head back, I interlocked my fingers with Archie’s as I rode his dick, slow and steady. Fuck, he felt so fucking good inside of me. Every surge of his hips pushed him up to meet me. Sweat slid down between my breasts, the sensation just adding another tingle to the riot each time I took him to the hilt. Leaning upward, Archie dragged me down until my nipple was at his mouth.
The scrape of his teeth pulled at me, even as he let go of my hands and gripped my hips. Urgency had me bracing my hands on the wall above his head as he tilted my ass up. My first orgasm was right there, and I let out a cry as I chased it. He alternated between hard sucking pulls on my nipple and biting down gently. The conflicting sensations only heightened my awareness.
“There,” I moaned, fisting his hair as he slammed me down on his dick. Every strike at that spot had me seeing stars, and he bit off an oath as I flexed and pulsed around him. The orgasm was both sweet and shattering. Only after he rolled me onto my back did I realize… “Archie…”
“Shh, babe. I promise, it’s
