Page 123 of Undisputed Chaos
She glanced back over her shoulder, her smile fond despite the exasperation in her eyes. "And impossibly humble."
I laughed, following her into the cabin. The interior was exactly as luxurious as you'd expect from something Jax had a hand in designing—leather seats and polished wood, with a small bar and entertainment system.
Connor and Sierra were already settling in, Connor positioning himself beside the window before placing Sierra right onto his lap.
Isla paused in the aisle, taking in the opulent surroundings. "This is amazing.”
"Only the best for my angel," I said, guiding her to a pair of seats toward the back.
I preferred being able to see everyone, to control who approached us. "Window or aisle?"
"Window," she answered, like it was obvious, sliding into the seat.
I settled beside her, immediately draping my arm across her shoulders, needing the contact.
She leaned into me naturally, her body language open and trusting in a way that stillamazed me.
This beautiful, soft creature had chosen me, violence, and all.
Jax and Estelle boarded last, Mara following close behind. Kim secured the door while Trina spoke briefly with the pilot. The engines increased their hum, preparing for takeoff.
"Everyone buckled?" Jax called, settling into his seat across the aisle, Estelle tucked against his side.
I helped Isla with her seatbelt, my fingers lingering definitely longer than necessary on her thighs.
Her cheeks flushed pink at the contact, and I couldn't resist leaning in to press my lips against the warmth.
“Pretty,” I murmured against her skin, relishing the shiver that ran through her.
Takeoff was smooth, the powerful engines pushing us back in our seats as the jet climbed rapidly into the clear blue sky.
Isla gripped my hand tightly, her eyes fixed on the window as the city fell away beneath us.
"First time on a private jet?" I asked, my thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.
She nodded, her expression a mix of excitement and lingering nervousness. “Obviously.”
I grinned, leaning closer to whisper in her ear, “Well, have you heard about the mile-high club?"
"Adrian!" She blushed deeper, glancing around to see if anyone had heard.
"What?" I feigned innocence, enjoying the way her pulse jumped at my teasing. "I was just going to suggest we look out the window. The view is amazing from up here."
She gave me a skeptical look, but turned to gaze out at the clouds stretching below us like a vast, white ocean.
The sunlight caught in her hair, transforming it into sugared gold against the fabric of her dress.
Once we'd reached cruising altitude, the seatbelt sign dinged off, and the cabin came alive with movement.
Connor unbuckled and immediately moved to the food cart. Jaxfinally relaxed, moving to the bar to drown Estelle in thirty-year-old scotch.
“Can I go with the girls?” Isla asked, and when I met her gaze, she was giving me the prettiest pleading eyes ever.
I made a huge show of thinking before I nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead and releasing her. "Of course, angel. I'll be right here."
She smiled brightly, squeezing my hand before making her way to where Sierra sat. Estelle joined them a moment later, the three women forming a tight circle of animated conversation.
I watched them with a mixture of pride and possessiveness.
