Page 39 of No Mistakes (No Mercy #2)

ANT

The tarmac lights glare against the fog as we exit our cars, walking towards our father’s plane. The pilot stands at the foot of the steps, greeting Axel first with a firm nod before letting the rest of us climb aboard.

Inside, it smells like leather and money.

Cream seats, soft lighting, the faint hum of the engines already warming up.

Axel takes Eva straight to the front, sitting her beside him like she’s untouchable.

Gunnar drops into a seat opposite Carter, already cracking open a bag of pretzels like it’s a long road trip instead of a four-hour flight.

Flynn seats himself near the aisle, eyes still sharp, even though he tries to pretend he’s relaxed as he pulls his headphones out.

I walk past them all, heading towards the back of the plane, needing time to be alone.

Mandy walks onto the plane, her dress flowing against the breeze as she leaves the cold. She locks eyes with me, giving me a wink before dropping into the seat behind Eva.

The door seals shut, and the engines roar as the plane moves along the runway, gaining speed, ready to take off. Axel whispers something into Eva’s ear, and she slaps him on the shoulder, her head tilting back as she laughs.

I open my laptop, doing last-minute research into the hotel, trying to find every detail we will need for when we arrive.

After an hour in the air and countless searches, my phone buzzes beside me.

Mandy: Have you ever wondered what it would be like to join the Mile High Club?

I lift my head, looking over the seat in front of me, seeing her looking down as she stares at her phone, waiting for a reply.

Me: Behave.

Three dots appear instantly.

Mandy: That’s not a no.

Mandy: Bet you’d ruin me against that tiny bathroom sink.

Mandy: Fist in my hair. Your cock down my throat. Think anyone would hear me gagging over the engines?

Heat punches low in my gut, and I reach down, rearranging my trousers as my cock strains against it.

Me: Stop.

She twists in her seat just enough so I catch her eyes full of mischief. She holds my gaze for a second before turning away, typing again.

Mandy: You can tell me to stop. Doesn’t mean I will.

Mandy: I want to taste you. Right here. Right now.

She stands, walking past me as she disappears to the bathroom, leaving me restless in my seat. I click my neck, trying to distract myself as I load up the floor plan of the ballroom. I don’t get far investigating it when my phone buzzes once again.

I open the message, seeing a photo on my screen of her sitting on the counter, her panties pushed aside, while her fingers sit between her thighs. The words, ‘Still sitting out there like a good boy?’ written beneath it.

The phone nearly cracks under the force of my grip. My cock is throbbing with pain as it tries to force itself out of my clothes. I’m on my feet instantly, seeing everyone else asleep as I move silently towards the back of the plane.

The aisle feels endless, the roar in my blood drowning out the sound of the engine. I open the door, twisting the lock behind me, sealing us in, and there she is, perched on the counter, panties gone as they sit on the floor, her legs spread wide like she knew I’d come.

“You’re fucking dangerous,” I rasp, the words ripping straight from my chest.

She grins, wicked and beautiful, pushing herself off the counter, walking towards me as her hips sway. “Took you long enough.”

I reach forward, grabbing her hair as I pull her towards me, crashing her mouth against mine.

I tilt her head back, forcing the kiss deeper, and she moans against me, her fingers fumbling at my belt, tugging it open.

My grip tightens in her hair, pulling her head back so she has no choice but to look at me while she works me free.

She pushes my jeans down, her eyes still locked on me as a grin spreads across her face. My cock strings out, pierced head slick with pre-cum already.

“On your knees,” I order.

She drops instantly, eyes flicking up at me like she’s been waiting all flight for this. Her hands wrap around me, tongue dragging across the barbell before her lips stretch around my cock.

“Fuck-” The word rips out of me when she takes me deeper, her throat fighting to adjust. My hips twitch forward, forcing her to choke around me, and she moans, the vibration making my vision blur.

I hold her head still, using her hair to control her movements as I thrust into her mouth, using her throat until spit is pouring down her chin. She gags but doesn’t stop, those wide, ruined eyes locked on me like she’d burn the world just to be used like this.

Just as I’m on the edge of breaking, I drag her up roughly, her swollen lips parting as she gasps for air. She’s grinning like the wicked little tease she is, and I spin her, slamming her hips into the counter.

Her palms slap against the mirror, chest heaving as I drag her dress up, shoving her legs apart. I slide two fingers along her pussy, feeling her wetness coat me.

“Already dripping,” I mutter, dragging my cock against her, my piercing scraping her clit just enough to make her buck. A broken gasp leaves her lips as she tries to push back into me, but I hold her in place with one hand on her hip.

I press the tip against her entrance, slow…steady…then push in only an inch. Her body clamps down hard, sucking me in, but I pull back out just as quickly.

“Ant…” she whines, desperate, glaring at me through the mirror.

I smirk, dragging the barbell against her swollen pussy, making her tremble. “Patience.”

I push in another inch, the piercing rubbing her walls, and her knees nearly buckle. She slaps the mirror with her palm. “Stop teasing, and-”

I pull back, only the tip stretching her as her body grips onto me. The sensation has me swearing under my breath, teeth gritted. “Fuck.”

She lets out a frustrated cry, pushing her hips back, and I don’t stop her.

She slams into me with a force, causing us both to moan at the pleasure that fills us both.

I pull back, slamming into her with one brutal thrust, the piercing scraping her sweet spot so hard her scream rattles the tiny room.

Her moans bounce around the room, her body jerking into mine and I slam into her again, and again. I lift her leg, propping it on the side, allowing me deeper, and her mouth falls open in a silent cry.

“I-fuck-Ant, please!” she gasps, the words breaking between each thrusts. Her nails scrape the glass, leaving streaks of sweat as she crashes against me.

I shove her harder against the counter, her chest flattening against the cool surface. My hand slides down, my fingers finding her clit. I circle it once, slow, cruel, applying pressure.

The plane jolts suddenly, turbulence rattling the walls. The movement throws her forward, her cheek smashing against the mirror, but I don’t let up, I force myself deeper, using the motion of the plane.

“Ant-fuck, I’m gonna-”

Her pussy pulses around me, pulling me in as she shudders violently, the sound of her orgasm filling the bathroom louder than the engine outside. I bury myself deep, grinding the piercing against her until she’s gasping, her body trembling as I pin her down.

“Mandy.” I snarl, keeping up my pace, my voice ragged, forehead pressed against her damp hair.

A roar rips out of me, muffled against her neck, as I release inside of her. My cock jerks violently, pulse after pulse crashing through me as I feel my cum leak back around me.

Her body drank me dry, every twitch of her walls sucking me deeper while my vision blurs.

My grip on her hair stays tight, the only thing keeping me grounded.

When the last of it leaves me, I collapse forward, my chest pressed to her back through our clothes, both of us shaking, breathless, wrecked.

My cock stays buried, still throbbing inside her, the piercing sending aftershocks with every small movement.

My grip on her hair loosens, sliding down to her throat as I drag my cock out slowly. The second I leave, my cum spills out in thick streams, dripping down her thigh.

“Fuck…” I growl, staring like I’ve just marked her with fire. My hand spreads over her hip, keeping her bent as I watch it slide lower.

Mandy tilts her head, catching my eyes in the mirror with that smug little smirk. She drags her fingers through her legs, deliberately slow, coating her fingers before lifting them to her mouth.

Her tongue flicks out, tasting me, and she hums like she’s savouring it. “Not bad for a good boy,” she teases, voice wrecked but dripping in smugness.

My cock twitches, still half-hard, because the sight of her licking my cum off her fingers in that cramped bathroom could kill me, and I’d die satisfied.

I slam a hand to the mirror beside her face, caging her in again as I watch her through the reflection. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me,” I rasp, but I know she already has.

I grab a handful of tissue, wiping the worst of the mess from her thighs, though there’s no hiding the way she’s still trembling. She snatches the paper from me, glaring like she doesn’t need the help, but the smirk curling her mouth betrays her.

I tuck myself back into my jeans, my body still rigid with the need for her, my pulse still hammering as I watch her adjust her dress before running her fingers through her hair, trying to make it look less like I just ruined her against the counter.

It doesn’t work. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and every inch of her screams just fucked.

She catches me staring in the mirror and winks. “Try to look innocent, Ant.”

I grunt under my breath, locking the fire down in my chest before unlocking the door. The hallway outside is quiet, the steady hum of the engines covering the faint click as we slip out.

Her hand brushes mine as we walk back, the only sign of what just happened, and we move fast—like shadows slipping through the dim cabin.

Eva stirs in her seat as we return, shifting under her blanket as she moves closer to Axel. Mandy leans against me for just a second, grinning like a devil. I slide back into my seat at the rear, eyes scanning the cabin to make sure no one’s awake enough to clock what we just did.

She curls up next to me, tucking her legs under her like she’s the picture of innocence, scrolling idly on her phone as if she hadn’t just been on her knees swallowing my cock and milking me dry.

I lean back into the leather, hands tight on the armrest, jaw set. The scent of her is still on my skin, the memory of her tongue still pulsing in every nerve, and my cock aches all over again.

She glances at me sideways, lips twitching like she knows exactly what I’m thinking, and I have to fight every nerve in my body to stop myself from having my way with her in front of everyone on this plane.

We have thirty minutes left before the plane lands. I drag out my notebook, flipping to the sketches I made earlier. Routes. Guards. Exit points. Weaknesses. If something goes wrong—which it always does—I need to know exactly where to move.

Mandy tilts her head, catching sight of the pages. “You’re obsessing,” she whispers.

I look at her but don’t respond, my mind aware that everyone else on the plane is now awake.

She leans closer, brushing her shoulder against mine as if trying to tether me back to her. “Don’t you dare go into that room already buried in your head.”

I smile, kissing her on the cheek to let her know I’m okay.

Flynn drops to a crouch next to us, voice low. “You good, brother? Because Axel’s losing his shit over there. Pacing like a caged animal.”

I glance down the aisle, and sure enough, Axel is creating a runway of his own, muttering to himself, tension carved into his face, hands flexing as if he’s imagining them around someone’s throat.

I flip my notebook around, showing Flynn my notes, sketches, and fallback routes. His shoulders sag, the tension draining from him as he exhales a long breath. “Thank fuck.”

Down the aisle, Axel finally stops pacing, his eyes moving across all of us. A chime breaks the silence, and the seatbelt sign flicks on overhead, glowing red like a warning.

“Thirty minutes,” Axel says, his voice hard as stone.

“Thirty minutes until we land.” The plane falls silent as all eyes fix on him.

“When we hit the hotel, we split. Everyone goes to their designated rooms. No hanging around, no standing out. We aren’t here for sightseeing; we’re here to make an impact. ”

His eyes move between Mandy and Eva. “You two stick together. You’ll be in the same room until it’s time to move. No exceptions. If something feels off, don’t play hero. You walk. You wait. Clear?”

For once, Mandy doesn’t give him a sarcastic response, but I notice her hands tense over her legs, nerves racing through her body.

“We’re a team. A family,” Axel continues.

“We walk in there as one, and we do whatever is necessary to save those girls and the ones that would come after.” He exhales, his gaze dropping to the floor before he looks back up, eyes softer now.

“Our father wasn’t the kindest man, but he brought us into this world to do his bidding.

Today, we do this for our mother—the only one who ever tried to shield us from it. ”

A hand settles over mine, warm and steady. Mandy. Her thumb moves across my skin like a quiet promise, grounding me back in the moment.

Axel grabs a champagne bottle from the table, pops the cork, and raises it. “To our mother,” he says, taking a long drink before passing it to Carter.

I watch as it makes its way around, each one of my brothers tipping it back before handing it on.

When it finally reaches me, I stare at the bottle for a moment, the weight of it heavy in my hands.

Memories of her—her smile, her voice, the way she tried to shield us even when it broke her—slam through me like a fist.

I lift it to my lips, the burn sliding down my throat, and murmur so low only I can hear, “To you, Mom.”