Page 121 of Pack Owned
Ryker had to have donated the funds. When I asked him about, he had just said, “Let’s just say Gary suddenly found his conscience.”
Ten minutes later, we dig into the food, none of us talking cause we’re too busy stuffing our faces.
“Your mom makes a killer lasagna,” Liam comments, his grin wide as he shovels another mouthful, lips glinting with a trace of tomato sauce.
“Dane chuckles, raising an eyebrow in silent agreement, his plate nearly licked clean.
“Cooking is like love, it should be entered into with abandon or not at all.” Mom hands him the spatula.
“Well said.” Dane serves himself another piece.
The cabin’s filled with laughter and the robust aroma of garlic and herbs, the warmth of the oven still lingering.
My heart’s so full it could burst, because these men, my alphas, they’re more than I ever dared hope for. And I want nothing more than to remain tangled up in this life with them forever.
“Here’s to new beginnings,” I raise my glass, a toast to the unexpected turns that brought us to this moment.
“New beginnings,” they echo, clinking glasses.
An hour later, I pull away from the warm embrace of my mom, the scent of her rose garden still clinging to her clothes.
“We’ll see you next week.” I wave bye and then slide into the backseat of the car, flanked by Liam and Dane. Ryker’s behind the wheel, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror briefly.
The engine hums, vibrations traveling through the leather seats as we head back to the mansion.
My life is absolutely perfect.
The city lights blur past, and I lean back. Liam’s on my left and Dane on my right, both of their scents filling me and I press my thighs together, eager to get back to our own home.
But then, Ryker doesn’t take our exit. I sit up straighter. “Wait, where are we going?”
Liam’s hand finds my thigh, his touch sending sparks of anticipation skittering across my skin. “To Ryker’s new jet.” He smirks.
“Shut up.” I gasp.
Dane’s fingers trace circles on my other thigh that make me squirm.
“Ryker laughs, and I can hear the grin in his voice. “Too late to take that back now.”
“Yeah,” Liam’s breath is warm against my neck, his lips grazing my skin. “You said we could join the mile-high club after we visited your mom, remember? But then that didn’t happen ‘cause we brought her with us from your old house. But now...now it’s just us.”
My pulse races, and I try to steady my breathing. The thought of being high above the world with them, no rules, no boundaries, just endless sky—it’s erotic.
“Let’s fly then.”
And as if to get me to consider having sex in a car, Liam and Ryker kiss me, their hands on my body, making me forget everything except them.
Ryker takes a sharp right, and suddenly we’re pulling into an airstrip that stretches out like a dark ribbon against the night.
The car slows to a stop, and there it is—a jet, sleek and silver under the moonlight. It’s massive. My heart thumps, a mix of nerves and excitement.
Liam opens the door for me, helping me out of the car. The cool night air brushes over me.
I jog up to the plane, leaving the guys to follow. I’m eager—no, I’m starving—to see what decadent secrets lie within.
The interior is all brown leather and chrome, luxury screaming from every stitch and polish. I run my hand over a seat, the material is soft and cool against my skin.
“Welcome aboard,” Liam murmurs behind me as he closes us in with a click.
