Page 18 of Hell In A Handbasket
“Mmm. Whenever you’re dressed, you’re usually wearing a gun. When you’re naked, I’m not really thinking about anything except that you’re naked.”
He snorts and slows his hands. Less frenzied. Way sexier, so when he slips his fingers under my shirt and draws it up, I let him peel the fabric over my face and smile when our eyes meet.
Everything is blue in here. His skin. His lips. The walls. The toilet paper. All of it. But even without the assurance of his beautiful green stare, I still fall under the spell of his adoring gaze. Hot and fast and heavy has its merits, and sneaking sex is as fun as any other sex. But when he slows things down and simplyloves, that’s when my body melts into his.
“Hey.” Lazily, he peppers his lips over mine. “It smells pretty fucking bad in here.”
I snort, piggish and silly, but I open my legs wider and allow him to unfasten my belt and unsnap my pants. “You’ve never had sex on a commercial plane before? Really? The man I thought had had sex everywhere is missing a box on his bingo card?”
“I haven’t had sexeverywhere.” He tugs my pants down and holds me up as if I weigh a mere few pounds. “And I definitely haven’t had sex withyoueverywhere. So if I find a new experience and know we’re unlikely to revisit anytime soon…”
“So very economical of you.” I tip my head back and let it hit the mirror with athunk, but I have no time to worry about another bruise because Archer frees his cock from his jeans, lines up at my opening, and enters with a single, smooth thrust that empties my lungs just as thoroughly as the first time.
“Shit.” I close my eyes and ride the waves of pleasure he never fails to bring me. I roll my hips and enjoy the flutter of bliss in my belly. “Archer.”
“I love you so much, Minka.” He squeezes my thighs and rocks forward to fill me again. “Forever.”
“Forever.”
KANE
“Load ‘em up.” Sophia takes charge the way she so naturally does, ordering her men to transfer shit from the cars to the plane that had to have cost an easy fifty million dollars. “Leave nothing behind. Those crates are important.”
“You look stressed.” Jess turns her back on our adversaries, so carelessly taking care of me when war could be breaking out around her. But that’s my job, ain’t it? To watch her back and keep her safe.
She drags her thumbs beneath my eyes and, when that doesn’t get her what she wants, she fists my jaw and forces my vision down to her perfect blues. Her stunning, caring, Caribbean gaze that holdsallof my heart. “Kane. You need to take a breath and relax.”
“Kinda hard when I know we’re about to fly with the fuckin’ enemy.”
“Why are they the enemy?” She takes another step closer and presses her belly to mine. Her thighs against mine. And when my hands go to her hips, her lips curl with victory. “Because you say so?”
“They’re the fuckin’ mafia, Blondie.” I stroke the fronts of her hipbones with my thumbs and feel the dimples in her back under my fingertips. “I don’t know if you remember, but they’re the exact breed I spent years of my life hunting. They’re not Abel, but that doesn’t make thembetter. Ordifferent.”
“They come with Soph’s seal of approval, though.” She pushes to the tips of her toes and buzzes her lips along the underside of my jaw. “Has she ever put us in a situation that was dangerous?”
“Uh, yeah! She fuckin’ has. A thousand times.”
“Well…” She snickers. “Has she ever gotten us hurt? Dangerous situations are sometimes inevitable, especially when our friend circle is made up of…” She gestures over her shoulder, where Romeo and Spence literally transfer a cache ofsomethinginto the belly of the Malone private jet. “No matter where she’s taken us, we’ve always been in control of the situation, don’t you agree? Why are you freaking out now?”
“I’m not freaking out.” I bring my eyes back to hers and consider taking her plump bottom lip between my teeth. “I’m weighing my options and the risks that come with them.”
“Because I’m here?” She shows me a beautiful, teasing grin. “Any other time, and you’re completely chill. But I’m flying too, and suddenly, the risks seem a little too high? Would you feel better if I didn’t come?”
“Yes.”No ifs. No buts. No fucking hesitation. “I’d feel a hell of a lot better if you jumped back in the car with Cap and went home.” I glide my hands along her ribs and up to cup her cheeks. “Thanks. I knew you’d do the right thing.”
She laughs. “I’m still coming. I was just asking where the line was.” She fists my shirt and turns on her heels, dragging me toward the plane’s stairs. “We’ll see you on the other side, Cap.” She holds the stair railing and starts up, the first fucking body through an enemy’s door. Because that’s who she is. That’s the stress she puts me under. “We’re coming in,” she announces three steps before the top. “Don’t shoot at us, or my husband will never shut up about how he’s always right.”
“Dammit, Blondie.” I lift her off her feet and stuff her behind my back, stopping when Felix fucking Malone emerges in the doorway. I hate that I’m forced to lookup, despite the fact we’re the same fucking height. That motherfucker simply knows a position of power and uses it to his advantage.
He looks down his nose at me, more curious than he is vicious. “Bishop.”
“Malone.” I don’t offer to shake his hand. Nor does he offer his in return. But I have my whole family coming in after me, so I make fucking sure we’re all on the same page. “Sophia and you have an understanding?”
He drops his chin. “We do.”
“I’m armed. And I don’t intend to disarm myself to make you more comfortable.”
Again, he nods. “Same.”
