Page 43 of The Wayward Sons & The Vampires of Fortune (The Wayward Sons #4)
W elcome to my private jet,” Sam announced as we climbed inside the jet.
I was a happy little camper. We’d fucking won.
There was nothing that could quite compare to the high of taking out the most powerful vampire organization out there.
All that was left was to get out of there for a while—to lay low while the regular bounty hunters found something better to do with their time.
And that meant a trip on his fancy jet. I whistled as I took it in the expensive setup. The seating area was small and cozy, while the back portion of the plane was set up with a nice bedroom. Or stateroom, as Ryder informed me it was called. My smart and sexy man.
“Just how much money do you make?” I asked in awe. You had to make a hell of a lot of money to afford a private jet, especially one as nice as this one.
“A former client of mine was involved in human trafficking. After I got his case dismissed, he made sure I was paid well,” he said.
Well, fuck. I didn’t like where that was going at all.
“Granted, I stole all of his money and made sure something… classified happened to him and everyone he ever worked with.”
Well, then.
“Ryder snapped a guy’s neck once.” It was all my brain could think of.
“Why the hell would you tell him that?” Ryder demanded. I offered him a sheepish smile over my shoulder.
“It’s a bondin’ moment! You killed a guy, he killed a few guys.”
“I never said I killed anyone,” Sam interjected.
“Please,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “I ain’t a moron.”
“ Right ,” he replied, nice and slow. He moved toward the front of the plane, finding a seat near the cockpit. “Stash your shit, and find a seat, boys. We’ll take off in a few minutes.”
“This is real fuckin’ nice,” I commented under my breath as I helped Ryder place our few bags in the overhead bins. We’d packed as much as we could in preparation for a long vacation. To be honest, living motel to motel meant that most of our stuff fit in a few duffle bags, and that was it.
While we hoped not to hunt for a little bit, we still brought our weapons. Once a hunter, always a hunter. That, and reminding Ryder that I was his sexy weapon wasn’t enough.
Cole and Sam had promised to handle our car—make sure it was hidden and taken care of while we were gone. The only reason I agreed to that was because we couldn’t fit our baby on a plane and because Cole was a certified mechanic. I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t a horrible alternative.
“There are worse ways to fly,” Ryder said. We grabbed seats away from Sam, somewhere that just the two of us could chat in private. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, baby,” I smiled as I put on my seatbelt, “I’m good. You?”
“ This is your captain speaking, ” the Captain’s voice came through a speaker overhead. “ Please, make sure your seatbelts are fastened. We’re about to take off. Once we’re settled, you’ll be free to move about. Thank you. ”
“Thank you, Mark,” Sam said loudly.
“ Anytime, Mr. West, ” he replied.
“Are you doin’ okay?” I asked as I made myself comfortable in my seat. The plane began to move underneath us, smooth and steady.
“I am.” He nodded, lips pressed together tightly. “I think some part of me can’t believe we did it.”
I could see the wheels turning in his handsome head.
“You’re free, baby,” I told him. I wanted to pull him out of his head before he spiraled a little too hard, overthinking it all. “Or at least as free as you can be, considerin’ everythin’.”
Dealing with a few dumbass bounty hunters from time to time as we lay low wasn’t a big deal. We’d been keeping to ourselves for a decade already.
“We’re goin’ to be just fine,” I reassured him because I could tell he needed it. “And y’know what? We’re goin’ to have a lil’ fun in the process. I think we’re due for some of that, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do,” Ryder said. I followed his gaze and stared out the window, watching as the ground disappeared and the night sky enveloped us.
We had a few more hours to go before dawn hit, but the dark didn’t bother me.
Not up here and not after knowing the vampires were dead.
Though, I’d have nightmares of them for weeks. I had no doubts about that one.
“Sam gave you his necklace?” I posed it like a question, but the answer hung obviously around Ryder’s neck. While I had my suspicions as to why, I was still curious.
“Yeah,” he murmured. He toyed with the cross around his neck for a moment before hiding it under his shirt.
“Is it helping?”
“A little,” he replied. Those baby blues caught mine, and he offered a weary smile. “It’s enough to make things a little easier.”
“Good.” I meant that. Anything to make the world a little easier for Ryder to handle was worth it.
“ And this is your captain speaking once again, ” the Captain said once more.
“Mark!” Sam exclaimed, and I laughed at the back and forth. “You’re the only other person on the plane. We’ve talked about this, buddy.”
“ You can get up and move around the cabin, Mr. West, ” Mark replied. “ Well, all of you can. And I’ll be right here, flying the plane like you pay me to. ”
“Mark’s great,” Sam told us. “Just very professional as fuck when he doesn’t need to be.”
I rotated and watched him over my shoulder, taking a long moment to study him. The man had saved Ryder’s life when he could’ve walked away. I had a deep appreciation for doing that.
I also had a deep attraction to him that was hard to deny—not that I was trying hard to. I would forever find him attractive. And if I was being completely honest with myself, there were a lot of similarities between Ryder and Sam in that way. Both in appearance and in personality.
What could I say? I had a type.
And I was stuck in a plane with both of them for hours with nothing to do to entertain ourselves and a bed that screamed with a need to be used.
“I can still feel you, Gray,” Ryder said softly, drawing my attention back to him. Of course, he could. “I know you want him.”
“I want both of you. A little mile-high club and then some,” I corrected, cocking an eyebrow suggestively. When he initially didn’t reply, I added, “Only if you’re up for it, baby.”
I was ready for him to shoot the idea down, and I wouldn’t blame him. Involving my ex-boyfriend in our sex life was a big request. He made a thoughtful sound, and his gaze flicked in Sam’s direction.
“If he’s up for it, then so am I,” he answered finally, and I grinned. “Go ask him, Gray.”
“Yes, Sergeant,” I replied playfully. I got out of my seat and made my way down the aisle toward Sam. He sat comfortably reclined in his seat, looking all sorts of sexy.
“Gray,” he greeted, that vivid blue gaze catching mine.
“You,” I began as I caged him in, bracing on the arms of his chair, “owe me.”
“How do you figure?”
“I went to jail for you.”
“And what do I owe you, sunshine?” That look he gave me told me he knew exactly where I was going with this.
“I want you,” I said. “Both of you. And I want to join the mile-high club because why the hell not?”
Sam’s hand closed around my throat, pushing me back as he stood. He walked me down the aisle until my back hit Ryder, his arm wrapping around my waist. Fuck, being pinned between them had my heart racing and my dick aching.
“Tell me what you want, sunshine,” Sam ordered. His lips touched mine while Ryder’s teeth scraped against my ear, making me shudder.
“I want…” Yeah, my brain wasn’t going to work right with them doing that.
“Do you want Ryder to worship you while I use you?” Sam asked. I nodded. I wanted that. I wanted that very much. Sam’s hand tightened briefly around my neck—almost a warning.
“Use your words, honey,” Ryder whispered against my skin.
“Yeah,” I breathed out. “Yeah, I want that.”