Page 26 of Collision of Winters (Hillcroft Group #4)

It wasn’t long before he was rock hard, and that was when his grip on my hair tightened. So did his abs, which was just so fucking sexy.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he exhaled. “You’re such a good boy for Daddy.”

I hummed and redoubled my efforts.

Being a good boy was the bare minimum. If I wanted him to fall in love with me as quickly as possible, I needed a better formula. A mix between perfect cocksucker, caregiving sub, and goofball brat. Luckily, I’d come weirdly far just by being myself, but I could totally up my cocksucking game.

“Jesus.” He drew in a breath and tensed up. “You’re a little too good at that.”

Score.

He let his head fall back with another exhaled curse, and I could sense he was getting closer.

I spurred him on each time I took him down my throat and swallowed around him.

My vision blurred and my lungs burned, but it didn’t matter.

He was my sole focus, and I slipped into an addictive rhythm when I sucked him as quickly as his chest rose and fell.

“Daddy’s gonna come, sweetheart,” he warned.

Yes, yes, yes!

I used my tongue a lot and took him deep once more, and that did it. He pushed me down on him and groaned, and he flooded my throat with hot ropes of come.

Success!

The nerves hit me from within the moment we landed.

I’d had just enough time to freshen up, pull on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, and strap in.

Daddy had wanted to take care of me earlier, but I felt now wasn’t the best time.

After I got off, I seriously wanted a nap, and I had no time for that.

But we planned on telling Chris and Dad about us today—and Yaya tomorrow when she came home from Boston—so I wanted to spend the night at Wade’s.

Dad would get me tomorrow, and I actually looked forward to that.

I’d missed him like crazy, and having Yaya as our neighbor came with serious perks.

Plus, I didn’t want to rush things with Wade.

Aside from the part where I wanted him to fall for me, of course.

Staying on that topic helped me battle the anxiety about what was to come today.

“Could I maybe have a sleepover with you three times a week?” I asked.

“I think three is an excellent number,” he agreed. “I don’t want to miss out on the stage where I get to pick you up for dates and little adventures.”

I beamed at him. He made me so freaking happy.

He reached across the aisle and squeezed my hand. “I’m also looking forward to those lunch dates you promised me.”

Abso-frickin-lutely. I was gonna visit him at work and stuff. Besides, he was dressed for work now, and it was hot as hell. Like, nice charcoal pants and a white button-down that fit him perfectly.

The pilot’s voice came over the PA system. “Welcome home to DC. The weather outside is gonna be increasingly shitty later today, but Alaska’s worse. Have a fine day. See you at work, Doc.”

I cracked up. Whoever that was clearly had my sense of humor.

Daddy also chuckled.

“Was that the Hyatt guy?” I asked.

He inclined his head. “You’ll get to meet him properly once your education starts. He’s probably our best pilot. He usually flies helicopters, but he’s licensed to fly every aircraft in our fleet.”

Even if said fleet consisted of only two planes, that was impressive.

We taxied into a private hangar, and I looked out the window to see another jet parked there.

A whole new world was opening up to me, and as nerve-racking as it felt, I was so ready.

I’d once enlisted because I’d wanted to make a difference, and now I was getting a second chance.

Wade believed in me. Chris believed in me.

And more than that, I felt deep in my soul that this was where I belonged.

Wade could be funny in the way that he was so set in his line of thinking.

That, as the older brother, he knew best. He was the one taking care of things, driving the car—and driving the ATV.

But in reality, I should’ve driven the four-wheeler!

I’d always been a sponge for learning mechanics, vehicles, and technology.

Rather than telling him, though, I wanted to show him. I wanted to prove to everyone, myself included, that I could do this.

“Chris is here.” Wade was looking out the window on his side, and he undid his seat belt and stood up.

I followed suit and noticed that the door to the cockpit swung open. An older and a younger guy appeared, exchanging quick nods with Wade before they opened the hatch and walked off the plane.

An aura of gravity fell over us, including Wade. He folded up the sleeves of his shirt and went over to the exit, right on time for Chris to climb up and meet him.

Chris was always a presence. Maybe an inch or so shorter than Wade, but fairly muscular and usually dressed in jeans or cargo pants and Henleys.

“If it ain’t my worrywart brother.”

“Greetings, asshole.”

I smiled as they did their thing, touching their foreheads together. No matter how bitchy they could get toward each other, they were the brothers who’d remained solid after losing their parents as well as adoptive parents.

“Why aren’t the dogs greetin’ me?” Chris walked farther in and offered me a grin. “Baby brother. You ready to join us at Hillcroft?”

“Yeah.” I exchanged a quick hug with him, and he pressed a kiss to my temple. “Thanks for kidnapping me, I guess.”

He laughed gruffly and continued farther back into the plane. “I knew it was gonna work.” He was clearly on a mission to open the dogs’ cages. Tundra, Prince, and Cat had done their business on one of those puppy pads, but Atlas refused. He was probably eager to get out.

“There’re my foster babies.” Chris crouched down and greeted all the dogs, and they were excited to see him. “Did Wade keep you locked up all the way, huh? I’ll beat him for you. Yes, I will.”

I snickered. Goodness, they’d only been locked up during takeoff and for the last hour.

“Do you have something for me?” Wade asked.

“Yup.” Chris straightened up and reached behind him to—oh, he had a gun. Um, for Wade?

Like it was nothing, Wade accepted it, checked it, and then tucked it into his pants at the base of his spine.

“Is that yours?” I had to ask.

He nodded with a dip of his chin.

“You’ll get your own kit soon enough.” Chris clapped me on the shoulder. “All right, so you two are coming with me, and we have a junior operator boarding to get the dogs and your shit and take it to Quin’s.”

“Does he know yet?” I wondered.

He shook his head and eyed Wade. “Sid is gonna fill him in around noon, at which point we hope to be done.”

I checked my watch. Noon was almost three hours away. Was that enough time?

“All right, so who will we have on the ground?” Wade pressed.

“Me, of course. Both Becketts. Coy and Riggs. Plus drivers.”

I chewed on my lip.

“And me,” Wade stated. “If you trust me when I say I can still do this.”

Chris smirked faintly and looked between us, then back at Wade. “Would this have been your decision before y’all started fuckin’ too?”

Oh my God. My mouth popped open, and shock tore through me.

Wade was much better at hiding his expression than I would ever be. He merely folded his arms over his chest and lifted an eyebrow.

“How did you find out?” he asked.

Chris snorted. “I do this for a goddamn living, Doc.” He jerked a thumb my way.

“I’ve known about his infatuation for years, and he’s always been special to you.

Yeah, the thought reentered my mind when I dropped him off at the cabin.

Then I talked to Declan last night, and he mentioned you seemed happier. ”

I chanced a glance at Wade, and he shifted his gaze to me too.

“I am,” he said. “Very much.”

A breath gusted out of me, and I didn’t know I’d been so tense until I felt my shoulders slump.

“I thought I’d hidden my feelings well,” I grumbled.

Chris chuckled and draped an arm around my shoulders.

“Not one bit—but don’t feel bad. It just clued me in to the possibility that it was serious.

A crush is easier to hide. My guess? You struggled so hard to hide it from Wade that you didn’t have much energy left to hide it from me.

Soon as he left the room, you deflated and went into recovery mode. ”

Jesus Christ, maybe he was right. I sure remembered how tough it’d been to be in the same room as Wade. In retrospect, it made perfect sense if Chris had seen some lingering looks or my mood tanking after a day with the family.

Wade came over to me and gathered me in his arms, and it felt so good. I needed a tight hug from him.

“Has Quin suspected anything?” he asked Chris.

“Doubt it,” Chris responded. “Kayden’s too close to him. I mentioned it to Quin once—like a theory—and he just laughed and shook his head.”

“Makes sense,” Wade said. “So, moving on. Where are we doing this?”

Chris rolled with the punches like a pro, though I suspected we’d circle back to the topic later on. Chris wasn’t Chris without some good-natured ribbing and teasing.

“Well, I wanted a location with plenty of parking around and a place Kayden and I have met up before, so we settled on Silver Diner.”

I nodded as Wade released me. “A good place to die if this goes south,” I noted.

“That was my second reason for pickin’ the place,” Chris said, not missing a beat.

“Don’t even joke about that.” Wade’s sense of humor was different.

“Can you slow down?” Wade asked irritably. “You’re gonna run someone over.”

“Who’s out walkin’ on the Beltway?” Chris hollered.

I kept my amusement to myself and met Chris’s gaze in the rearview. He found Wade funny too.

Chris wasn’t even driving that fast. “Anyway. How’s the Kevlar, kid?”

“Almost on,” I announced. Wade was busy fastening the vest. It was the two of us in the back seat of a badass SUV that belonged to Hillcroft. “I can’t wait to get to know your company cars. This one’s cool.”