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ETHAN
When Adrianne told us that she would have to travel to Australia to film the big action sequences for the Falconi movie, I didn’t expect to take a private jet, but after finding the barbwire-wrapped teddy bear on the front porch three days before we got the notice that on-location filming had been greenlit, I was grateful for the indulgence.
The jet’s interior was cream and a royal blue. There was a couch that looked at a television and regular seats for if we hit turbulence, and at the very end of the jet was a door that led to a small bedroom in the same color scheme. It was opulent, and as we boarded behind Adrianne, who had transformed herself into this Hollywood goddess for the flight, we looked like farmers escaped to the big city.
“Welcome!” the flight attendant said with a wide smile as we climbed aboard. “The bar is stocked with beverages and snacks, and I will be serving dinner in a few hours. If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask!”
Adrianne handed her some folded bills, a tip. “Thank you so much,” she said, oozing charm. Then, she looked back at us. “Come on and get settled.” We put our carry-on bags in the overhead bins. The bigger luggage was being loaded below. Foster and Adrianne sat on the couch in the middle of the plane. Callan buckled himself into a seat. He was almost grey. “Callan,
you all right?”
He looked at me, scowling. “I’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth.
But he wasn’t. Callan had been terrified of planes ever since he’d been forced to jump out of one during a sea rescue. A boat had capsized, and they were closer than the Coast Guard, so they’d sent us out in a helicopter, and
Callan had to be physically booted from the copter to the turbulent water below. Since that mission, Callan had hated flying. Come to think of it, a commercial jet would have been slightly better for it because of its size.
“Is he going to be okay?” Adrianne asked as I settled into a seat that I could swivel to look at her and Foster.
“He’ll take a Dramamine and be fine,” Foster said. “He just may sleep for four hours or so.”
Adrianne’s nose wrinkled. “That can’t be healthy.”
“The bottle says it’s fine,” Callan said without turning around. He rustled around in his pocket, and I knew he’d found his meds. “Goodnight,” Callan called over his shoulder. “See you in Sydney.”
By the time we were ready for takeoff, Callan was passed out cold, head lolling against his chest. “Remind me if I’m ever having insomnia that Dramamine works better than any sleeping pill I’ve ever seen,” Adrianne said absently, staring at Callan in a mixture of wonder and horror. “Should we put him in the bedroom so that he’s comfortable?”
Foster and I both laughed. “Absolutely not,” I said. “He’s going to be out of it for the next few hours, at the very least. He won’t know whether he’s in a chair, a bed, or stretched across the floor.”
“Besides,” Foster said, “we might have some plans for that bed.”
Adrianne’s eyebrows shot up, and a smile twisted at the corners of her mouth. “Oh, really? And what might that be?” she asked.
I patted her arm. “You’ll see,” I promised. “But we’ve got a while yet.”
Adrianne pouted, but neither Foster nor I would let her in on our idea to pass the time. Instead, we watched a movie provided on the television, and we ate dinner when it was served. Foster and I agreed with keeping this as calm and relaxing as possible. The last three days were incredibly tense. Adrianne basically wouldn’t sleep without one-or more-of us wrapped around her. She didn’t feel safe in the house, even after we promised to have the security system entirely revamped while we were in Australia.
When the sun began to set and the cabin filled with the colors of dusk, Foster met my eyes and motioned with his head toward the bedroom. “Come with us?” I asked, looking at Adrianne, who had been swiping through social media on her phone.
She gave us a dreamy smile and nodded. “Sure.” “Will the flight attendant . . .?”
Adrianne shook her head. “Don’t worry about her. She’s paid very well to be quiet,” she said. “Will Callan be okay?”
“He’s out cold. He’ll be fine,” Foster said.
“Trust us,” I added, “he’s much happier that way. He really does hate to fly.”
The three of us moved to the tail of the plane and through the door to the bedroom. It was a tight fit with three grown adults, but we could make it work. Adrianne sat on the bed and stared up at us through her long, dark lashes. Where she had been grinning before, that had faded a bit. That had been happening more and more over the last few days, and I hated seeing her so afraid.
“We’ve noticed that you’ve been tense,” Foster said, “and we want to help you relax.”
“I’m fine,” Adrianne rushed to say, and I’d learned that she minimizes her own feelings. I wasn’t sure if it was a natural instinct or a learned one, but it had become my personal goal to get her to stop.
“Adrianne.” Her eyes snapped to me, and her mouth twisted. “You haven’t slept well in days. We know that you’re stressed out.”
“I’ve just been . . . scared,” she said. “But I know that you’re there, and I shouldn’t be, so-”
Foster sat beside her. “You have a right to your fear,” he said. “Even if we are there for you-and we will do anything to make you feel safer- your fear is not going to offend us or make us feel incompetent at our jobs.” From the look on her face, I knew that Foster had hit the nail on the head. I knelt in front of her and cupped her face with one hand. “You don’t
need to protect us,” I told her. “We’re not fragile, I promise.”
Adrianne nodded, and then her hands shot out and grabbed my shirt. She pulled me up and planted a kiss on my mouth. “I would like to relax,” she said against my lips. She turned and kissed Foster.
I stood up and grabbed some of the lotion that was nestled on a small table full of bathroom essentials. “Let’s start with a back rub,” I suggested. “Take off your shirt?”
Adrianne unbuttoned her soft, creamy blouse and dropped it on the ground. She unhooked her bra and set it on top of her shirt before she turned around and spread out on the bed. Foster and I sat on the bed on either side of her, and I spread lotion on her back, over the tension in her
shoulders and the knots in the small of her back. Foster joined in, and she let out a sigh of pure happiness in having so many hands on her at once.
“That feels nice,” she mumbled as I pressed into a particularly hard knot between her shoulders. When she was a puddle on the bed, Foster stood and peeled her trousers down over her thighs, taking the thong that she wore with them.
“Can we keep helping you relax?” Foster asked.
Adrianne nodded. “But I want to see you,” she said, so we helped her to roll over onto her back. Foster took one of the pillows and slid it beneath Adrianne’s lower back, propping her up for us. She was presented like a meal, and I couldn’t resist the urge to taste. I knelt and kissed her, flicking my tongue against her clit and dipping it down to gather the wetness seeping from her core. Adrianne became a live wire. She jolted and cried out at the sensation.
I wanted to keep going until she came, but I made myself pull back before she could fall over that edge. Her hips bucked as I pulled back, chasing the feeling of my mouth on her. Her frantic eyes met mine. “Ethan!”
“Soon, Princess,” I assured her, patting her hip. I looked at Foster, who was staring at Adrianne like she was something he wanted to consume but also hide away and take care of. “Make her feel good, Foster.”
His hands were immediately on her. He circled her clit with a sure finger, making her moan. He used that light touch to build her up, nearly to the edge, before he also backed off. Adrianne’s hands scrambled at the bedsheets, and she whined out her frustration. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“It’s all a part of the plan, Princess,” I assured her. “To what?” she asked. “Drive me crazy?”
I tsk-ed. “You know we would never leave you hanging,” I said. “So why not lie back and trust us, okay?”
Foster leaned down and kissed her, soft and sweet. “Let us make you feel good,” he said. At her nod, I touched her again, thrusting my thumb deep into her. She moaned, low and desperate, and when I took my thumb and slipped it lower, she yelped.
I pressed against that furled opening, not pushing inside, just giving her pressure that made her pant and toss her head back and forth. “Have you
ever been touched back here?” I asked. She looked at me, cocking her eyebrow and smirking. Brat, I thought fondly. “Besides this,” I clarified.
Adrianne shook her head. “No,” she said.
“Would you like to?” I asked. There wasn’t any pressure here. We’d all seen how she reacted to the light touches we’d given her, how her body would light up, but if she truly wasn’t interested in more, we wouldn’t push her. Adrianne was quiet for a moment, but then she nodded very tentatively.
“Talk to us, baby,” I said.
She swallowed hard. “I’d like to try,” she said.
I smiled down at her. “Let me go get something from my bag, okay?” I looked at Foster. “Take care of our girl for a second.”
He smirked and switched places with me. “Anytime,” he said. I backed toward the door as Foster leaned down and began licking at her again. Adrianne threaded her fingers through Foster’s blond hair. They looked good together.
I crept back into the main body of the plane and went for my bag in the overhead bin that was above Callan, who was still snoring soundly. I grabbed the small bottle of lubricant that I’d packed and took it back to the bedroom.
Coming back into the room, Adrianne’s back was arched, and one hand was gripping the duvet on the bed. The other was still in Foster’s hair, holding him in place. “Please, please, please, please, please,” Adrianne begged, hips riding his face.
“Foster,” I barked, and he froze for a moment. “Make her come.” Foster began moving again, and Adrianne wailed. Her thighs clamped around his head. Her body relaxed into the mattress. He gentled his movements and slipped away from her and then turned back to me.
“All good up front?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. Only Foster would ask that in a moment like this. “Callan is sacked out. I didn’t even see the flight attendant.”
He nodded. “Good.” Foster moved and began pulling off his clothes. He gathered hers from the floor and folded everything and put it to the side. Once finished, he climbed onto the bed and settled beside her.
“You doing okay, Princess?” I asked. Adrianne nodded, looking at me through hooded eyes. When I sat on the edge of the bed, her breathing hitched slightly. “You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, right?”
She nodded. “I know.”
“You want me to touch you?” I asked.
“Please,” she whimpered, and I could see her wetness shining between her thighs. My cock pressed against my jeans, insistent in its need to be released, but I ignored it as best I could. Instead, I left my jeans on and settled in front of her and showed her the small bottle in my hand.
“I’m going to use this to make sure that you’re nice and slick, okay?” I said. “If anything hurts, you just tell me to stop, and I will.”
Adrianne nodded. “Okay.” She leaned up on her elbows so that she could watch, which made my blood burn all the hotter. I opened the bottle and drizzled some onto my fingers, and then I reached out and touched her again. She jumped at the coolness, and a shiver went through her.
“When I press, push out with your muscles, okay? It’ll make it easier.”
Adrianne’s face scrunched, but she nodded. When I put a little pressure on her pleated entrance, she did what I said and pushed out, and the tip of my finger disappeared into her. She gasped and froze. “Relax, Princess,” Foster murmured. “Try not to tense up.”
She glared at him, and he smiled at her fondly. He leaned down and kissed her, and she whimpered. “Touch her,” I told him, and he reached down and touched her clit. Where her body had been fighting me, now she relaxed. I pressed more of my finger inside her, stopping when her body met my hand.
“Oh,” she grunted, unsure of whether to push into the feeling or move away from it. “Ethan.” She wriggled her hips the smallest amount. “That’s . . . I’m so hot . . . ”
I flicked my eyes up to Foster, and he nodded. He kept the gentle touch going with his fingers, and I began to move mine into and out of her steadily. Adrianne was panting hard, and her hips jittered irregularly. “Talk to us, Princess,” I commanded.
“It’s . . . it’s good . . . ” she panted.
Good isn’t great, I thought and knew that Foster was on the same wavelength. I didn’t stop what I was doing, but I did slow my movements. “What would make this better?” I asked. “More? Less? Stop?”
She shook her head. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I soothed. “I promise that I won’t. Just tell me what feels good.”
I fucked into her, slow and steady, and Foster pressed against her clit a little more firmly, and Adrianne cried out. “That!” she said. “That feels so good.”
She liked a harder touch, and that thought made my blood race through my veins. Adrianne began to quiver beneath our touch. “Are you going to come?” I asked. “Are we going to make you come while we play with your ass?”
Adrianne’s eyebrows drew together, and her body bucked into our touch. “I don’t know,” she panted. “I don’t . . . oh, God!” Her muscles clamped down around my finger, and her body arched as she came. Her body forced me out with the strength of the spasms of her muscles.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Foster murmured. “Hottest,” I corrected.
Foster shook his head. “Beautiful,” he said. “She’s beautiful.”
Adrianne, who was slowly coming back to earth, snorted. “You’re both ridiculous.” She sat up and grabbed the front of my shirt, drawing me in for a kiss. When she pulled back, she was grinning. “I didn’t realize that would feel so good.”
“Glad to be of service,” I said and kissed her again.
Then, she turned and crawled to Foster, pushing him down onto his back. She kissed him like she was trying to climb inside him. She reached between them and positioned his cock so that he was notched against her pussy. “Do you want me?” she asked.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” he said, and it struck me how truthful he sounded. I waited to feel upset over the implication that he’d fully moved on from Laura, but it didn’t happen. Instead, I was proud of him. Adrianne watched his face as she sank down onto him. They both groaned, and Adrianne began to roll her hips and ride him.
She sat back so that she looked down at him, and if I thought that she was hot before, this Adrianne, the confident woman taking and giving pleasure, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Foster had a dazed look on his face, like he couldn’t quite believe his luck. His hands bracketed her hips, but the movement was all Adrianne.
“Ethan,” Adrianne called, looking at me over her shoulder. I moved closer, and her hand shot out to grab the fly of my jeans. My breath hissed out of me. I had been hard for so fucking long, but I hadn’t realized just
how much I needed her to touch me until she did. “Open it,” she huffed, hips still working against Foster. “Take it out for me.”
Electricity zipped down my spine. My hands shook just a little as I popped the button on my jeans and pulled the zipper down. I pushed the jeans and my boxers down enough that my cock sprang free, red and the tip leaking. Adrianne eyed me, and her tongue peeked out from between her teeth. She reached out and wrapped her hand around me, and I grunted.
Adrianne stroked me as she rode Foster, and we were totally within her power. “Adrianne,” Foster groaned, canting his hips upward, disrupting her rhythm.
She shook her head, but she picked up her own pace, both in her hips and her hand on me. “Stay with me,” she said, and Foster’s eyes took on a glassy look. “You both come when I say so.”
Her thumb swirled over the sensitive head of my dick, and my balls drew up. “Say so soon, okay, Princess?” I grunted.
Foster all but whimpered beneath her, and she leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest. “Fuck me,” she breathed, and he groaned in relief and thrust upward into her. He set a quick pace, chasing his own release. Adrianne moaned, becoming overwhelmed, and when her grip loosened, I wrapped my hand around hers and showed her how to touch me.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” Foster groaned, and so was I. He let go inside her just as I spilled across her hand. Adrianne sighed with it, smiling dreamily.
After a moment of collecting our breath, she looked at me. “Can you get me a towel? I’m . . . ” She looked down at herself. “Messy.”
I laughed, but before I could move, there was a tentative knock. Then, there was a slight, feminine cough. It was the flight attendant. “Uhm . . . Ms. Montoya? Would you or the . . . uh . . . gentlemen need anything?”
It was like all of the air was sucked out of the room for a moment, and then Adrianne snorted, and we dissolved into laughter.