Page 7 of Deadlier Obsessions

The laughter that bubbles out of me comes quick and is uncontrollable, as I lean over with my hands on my legs. “Oh my God. That was so funny, and you said it with such a straight face.”

His narrowed gaze tells me he does not find this funny at all.

My laughter instantly fades away as the plane begins to shake.

Oh my God. It’s happening. We are going to die. Will the news say that two authors died? Or are we too insignificant? Maybe it’ll just say three men and two women.

“Stella,” Gage reaches for me and pulls me into his chest, “I’ve got you, baby. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

I wrap my arms around him as I tremble in his hold. Carrying me over to the closest set of double seats, he sits down and pulls me onto his lap. “Focus on me, baby. We aren’t on a plane. It’s just the two of us.”

After freeing himself from his boxers, he reaches under my skirt and pulls my panties to the side, and before I can argue, he thrusts inside me, causing a loud gasp to escape.

“Such a beautiful little slut,” he growls, as he fists my hair and pulls my mouth to his. Gage presses his lips to mine and devours my mouth with a soul-destroying kiss. It’s the kind of kiss that truly makes me forget that there are three other people on this plane with us. He pulls out most of the way before raising his hips and slamming back into me, that piercing hitting that magical spot like it’s a damn button designed to set me off with one push. This is why I’ve been trying to get the other two guys to get pierced for over a year. I wouldn’t say I like sex with Gage more than the other two, but the piercing does offer mind boggling orgasms. The type that leaves me unsure what my name is in the afterglow.

I whimper as my body clenches around his length, and he responds by railing into me like a madman. “Jesus. Fuck. Stella. Good girl.”

His cock pulses inside me and sets me off all over again. Throwing my head back, I scream out in pleasure, attracting the attention of the other guys who watch with renewed desire. Then again, this is how it always is with us when they can keep their jealousy at bay. When Lucy and I think we are done, one of the guys reminds us that we aren’t in charge. Is that a complaint? No. We love it, the writer sluts that we are.

CHAPTER FIVE

LUCY

I shouldn’t find it so adorable when Mav gets possessive like that, but I can’t help it. It’s a reminder that he does feel strongly for me, and even though we’re a unit, a fivesome of fucked up souls, I know that he feels something more for me, just like I do for him.

Being left with Sebastian is no hardship, because he’s delicious, and so good at making me scream, but the moment has passed, so we both just sit on the bed quietly, still naked, but no longer in the mood.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to do it,” I say quietly to him, noticing that he looks frustrated, and not just sexually.

“I mean, I didn’t get off either, but he just notices you,” Sebastian says just as quietly, rolling his eyes at himself. “That sounds like I’m jealous, but that’s not what I mean. I’m really just still pissed that he touched me, and nearly killed my boner.”

I start giggling like I know he wants me to, but I feel bad that Mav ruined things for him like that.

“Do you want me to go down on you, Sebastian? I know it’s hard to get it all in, but I like the challenge.”

He laughs, stroking my hair back from my face. “I think I should go down on you, after all, those were my orders, right?”

“Or we can just hug, and talk? Did it trigger you when he touched you? I know you can tolerate Gage’s touch because you’re in love, but I also know Mav wouldn’t want to hurt you like that. He just gets pissy when he doesn’t get his way.”

“Pissy? I like that, but he’s right, I did drag you away from him. I was just caught up in the moment, and you weren’t getting off like the others. I guess we still have some work to do with getting this stuff right. Five people in a dynamic like this is a math puzzle, right?”

“You didn’t answer my question, Sebastian.” Is he going to keep dodging me, or should I stop pushing him for a response?

“No, he didn’t trigger me, Lucy, he just pissed me off. I’m not sure this between all of us can work long term, if he keeps getting possessive like that, but I won’t stop trying to keep you all.” Wow, things are getting serious, and awkward, and almost in sync, we both start getting dressed again, the moment definitely gone for now.

When we step out of the bedroom together, the first thing I notice is Mav sitting back in his seat, staring morosely out of the window, and secondly, alerted by pleasured whimpering, I notice Gage is screwing Stella in one of the other seats. I nudge Sebastian in their direction, because I’m sure they’d both love it if he joins in, but then I take the seat beside Mav.

“At least it’s a clear day, or you’d see bugger all out there,” I start, reaching out to take his hand and squeeze it. I can tell he’s beating himself up over things, but it doesn’t have to be a big deal if we just all move on, right?

“I guess I should enjoy it before we hit England, and all we see is grey skies and rain, huh?”

Everyone assumes it rains ninety-nine percent of the time in England, and sometimes they’re right, but I like to argue, because it’s my right as a Brit. Also we Brits love talking about the weather, I’m afraid.

“Charming. Just you wait and see. You’re going to be proved so wrong, and the shame will be too much to bear.”

A few hours later, I was the one feeling the shame, because it was pissing down in London. Welcome home to England, Lucy, did I really forget how wet it is here?

MAV

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