She sniffs. “I knew it would hurt, and I’m sorry, but if I told you what I was going to do—”
“We’d have chained you to your bed,” I say with a hint of a smile. As pissed as I am that she cut us out, my prevailing emotion is joy. The woman I love is not only alive, but she’s in my arms.
“We would have,” Zeke agrees.
“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t let any of you risk being hurt because of me. I couldn’t have lived with myself.”
Xander looks out the window, avoiding making eye contact with her.
“Xander?” She says his name on a plea, but he continues looking out at the clouds.
I release her from my embrace, and she goes to him, dropping to her knees at his feet. “Xander, please look at me. I’m sorry.”
With a deep sigh, he turns to face her. “Get off your knees, shorty.”
“Only if you’re not mad at me.”
He frowns. “I’m super fucking pissed at you.” Her face falls, but he rubs the pad of his thumb over her cheek. “But only because I love you so goddamn much.”
“I love you too.”
“Did you really just tell our girl to get off her knees?” Zeke asks.
“Amateur,” I mutter.
Xander’s mouth drops open. “What? I was making a point.”
“Kind of a dumbass move if you ask me. You can come kneel before me, buttercup,” Zeke adds with a dark chuckle.
Lily flashes him a wicked grin, but before she can move, Xander puts his hand on the back of her neck and shakes his head. “Uh-uh, shorty. Come up here.” He pulls her up to straddle him before he kisses her. I watch, and even though they’re only making out, it makes my cock hard.
I glance at Zeke who raises an eyebrow at me. “We got five more hours to kill on this flight.”
Grinning, we both pull off our clothes. “You ever had sex on a plane before, princess?”
Chapter
Seventy-Five
ZEKE—8 WEEKS LATER
Lily’s eyes practically pop out of her head when she walks into the kitchen after getting home from work and sees the three of us in our tuxedos.
She blinks, her eyes wide and shining with excitement. But she always looks like that lately. She loves her job and recently published an article on the plight of New York’s animal shelters that’s already been nominated for awards. The media frenzy over Liliana Constantine’s return from the dead has finally quieted down. Life has settled into a routine again, one that involves a whole lot of fun and fucking, but still a routine. However, there’s one thing that’s been nagging at me, and I know Zeke and Xander feel the same. “Where are you all going?” she asks.
I cross the room and slide an arm around her waist. “You mean where are we going, buttercup?”
Frowning, she glances down at her jeans and sweater. “Um. Okay. Where are we going?”
“We’re going to the club,” Xander says. “There’s a dress on your bed.”
She swallows, her eyes bouncing between the three of us. “No. I don’t want to go there.”
Guilt crushes me. I knew she wouldn’t want to. “You are, baby doll. We need to make things right.”
Her pretty face turns bright pink, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “If you think I’m ever going to that place again, you’re very mistaken.”
Standing behind her, Xander pulls back her hair and kisses her neck. “Please, shorty?”
“You think I’m that easy?”
West smirks, and she glowers at him. “Don’t even think about saying what you’re thinking.”
“Okay, princess. But we’re going to the club tonight. A PR firm is throwing a big event. There’ll be champagne.”
“I’m never drinking champagne again,” she reminds us.
I brush her hair back and cup her face. “Don’t make us go without you.”
She keeps her arms folded and taps her foot.
“What’s the name of that PR firm again, Fitch?” West asks.
“Um. Reid Spencer, right?”
Lily’s brow pinches in a cute-as-fuck scowl. “Bree Reid’s PR firm? You’re letting her use your club for an event?”
West arches one eyebrow. “Business is business, princess.”
I stifle a grin. She’s going to punch him in the mouth any second, and he deserves it. I rub a hand over my jaw and wince at the memory of being on the receiving end of our girl’s mean right hook.
West brushes his knuckles over her cheek. “So we can either go alone, or we can go with the most incredible woman alive, who’s going to be wearing a sexy dress, and we can let the entire world, including Bree Reid, know that you’re our girl.”