Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He laughs, but it’s a slightly strained laugh, like it might actually be an issue. “Tell your mother… hello.” Then he hangs up. That's about as familiar they get with each other. He doesn't even mention my three sexy bikers. I don't think it's so much that he disapproves as I think that for once, he really has no idea how to approach the situation.
He’s still recovering from being betrayed by Mason and captured by Haney. Physically he was bruised and exhausted, but mentally it really knocked him off his game for a while. But he's recovered and back to work finally, with his eyes on a new project. Hermes earned us a lot of international acclaim when we published our papers, but as per usual, his attention wandered as soon as it wasn’t new and shiny. He’s heading full speed into some kind of green energy generation, and I’m happy to sit this one out. He can have fun with his big shot physicists and chemical engineers.
I don't know exactly where my career is going next, but for the first time in my life I have the full freedom to figure it out, and I think I'm just going to enjoy that for a while.
“Rory? Where are you?” It's Shrapnel calling from the back of the plane. Long flight this time, going to visit Mom in Austria, and I figured I’d bring the boys to introduce them. I think it’ll appeal to her artsy lifestyle. But that means several hours to pass on the plane, and they won't all be sleeping.
“I'll be right there!”
Dad being Dad, the new plane is bigger and fancier than the old one. In addition to a meeting room up front to entertain clients, we have full bedrooms for long distance family travel now and a master bathroom with a big shower. The lounge in the back actually has a fake fireplace. I'm not using it though. I've had enough of fires on planes.
I quickly shut the bedroom door so I can get changed. I put on some black, sexy underwear that's more transparent than not, black stockings with garters, and then my flight attendant uniform over it all—gray and red skirt, blouse, blazer, and a pretty scarf around my neck that's yellow and red. I take a little spin in front of the full length mirror. Looking good.
Once I'm dressed, I get the trolley from the front, put four crystal tumblers of Dad's aged Macallan on it—since the Karuizawa still makes me think of Stewie and Mary—and wheel it back to the lounge where they're waiting for me.
“Finally. What did your dad want that took so—” Bull looks up from dealing cards on the table and his jaw drops.
To borrow Cherry's suggestion back when we met, I put my hands out, cock my hip and say, “Coffee? Tea? Me?” Then quickly, “And I also have whiskey.”
Diesel laughs. “Even though you got a new plane, I love that the service stayed the same. A plus plus, would fly again. And again. And again.”
“Did I do something stupid?” Suddenly I get a little embarrassed. “It's silly. I'll—”
“Fuck that.” Shrapnel stands so he can get right up against me. As he loves to do, he captures my hair and forces it back. The feel of it sends all sorts of naughty neurons coursing through me. “The very first thing we noticed about you was how fucking good you looked in your uniform, and you still do. There's nothing I'd like more right now than to peel this thing off you, bit by bit, and fuck you until you beg me to stop.” He turns my head so I'm looking at Bull. “Look at what you're doing to him.”
Bull's rubbing his hand over the huge bulge in his jeans. I definitely have his attention, faster than I anticipated.
“Or him.” He makes me look at Diesel, who's actually unbuttoned and got his cock out already and is slowly stroking it, putting on one heck of a show. He smirks and leans back to make sure I have a good view. God, I don't think I'll ever get tired of how they drive me crazy. “Why don't you go show him what real in-flight service means, huh?” Shrapnel guides me over and puts me on my knees in front of him.
Shrapnel lets go of my hair, but from the sounds of it, it's mostly so he can get undressed too. I look up at Diesel and wet my lips. “Anything I can do for you, Sir? There are very few limits to how far we'll stretch to make sure you have a good flight here in first class.”
He laughs, then gives his thick cock a wiggle with his hand. “This thing gets a little uncomfortable when I sit. Maybe you could help it relax a little.”