Barry pours us each a drink and informs us we’ll take off in five minutes.
“She’ll tell my mum and I can’t be fucked with her interrogating me with annoying questions.”
I tilt my head. “Are you going to answer any of mine?”
He takes a gulp then sets his glass back down on the small table between us, his eyes going back to his laptop screen. “No.”
“You’re not some crazy paid hitman, are you?” I ask with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Oh wait, you’re paid for sex.” Then I pause, thinking. “Drug dealer?”
He glares at me. “Your voice is giving me a headache.”
I roll my eyes and look out the window as the jet pulls out of the hangar. An uneasy feeling reaches deep inside my chest when I think of all the ways Chris will make me pay for hanging up on him, or for going on this trip in the first place.
I allowed Kade to hang up on my psychotic stepbrother so I could dry-hump him. Which resulted in me sitting on his face. Then being bent over and so close to being fucked.
And now he’s sitting across from me in a fancy jet, has an assistant, is strangely rich, and all I can think of is finishing off what we started back in the hotel. I hate him. Loathe. I think I could slap him and not feel bad about it for ten full minutes.
I can still be attracted to him though. Especially when he runs the tip of his thumb across his mouth as he looks at something unsettling on his laptop. He shifts, his legs wide open, and accidentally bumps his knee into mine.
He glances up at me, catching me staring, and I avert my gaze to my hands, which are fidgeting in my lap.
This is going to be a long flight.
16
STACEY
The novelty of being on a private jet is gone six hours in. I’ve slept. I’ve drank. I’ve slept the drunkenness off. I’ve begged this idiot to play a game of I Spy with me, which he obviously declined.
What is he typing? His brows are knitted together as he concentrates on the screen, and I watch him. He yawns, and it annoys me that he even manages to make that look hot.
I lean my elbows on the table between us. “Do you not sleep? You look terrible.”
His eyes are sunken in, bags under them, and his hair has seen better days. This guy hasn’t slept in over twenty-four hours, and the finger he taps on the table when he’s not typing and the way he bounces one knee has me studying him.
He’s… different.
I’d almost say he was coming down from a high, from what I remember of Chris taking drugs and waking up on my bedroom floor. Or the way I’d feel the morning after he’d forced pills down my throat.
Kade taking uppers seems out of character though, considering he’s a fitness freak.
I nibble my lip. I know he smokes pot, but Kade wouldn’t take anything harder. I remember how much he hated drugs when we were younger. He took medication to help regulate everything going on in his mind; I know this because I always sat on the sink and handed him a glass of water to swallow them with.
He hated tablets; hated pills that controlled him.
Has that changed?
“There’s a sofa at the back of the plane – why don’t you go lie down?”
His blue eyes stay on the screen. “I’m not tired.”
I sigh. “Rich, rude and apparently an immortal who doesn’t need sleep. You truly are a catch.”
A faint smile touches his mouth, but he wipes his hand down his face to cover it up and continues typing. “Go back to sleep. Your company was better then. I’m too busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Working,” he replies bluntly, ending our conversation.
I yawn and smile at Kade’s assistant. “What else is there to do in here?”
He points to the TV, but I shake my head.
“We have board games, if you’re interested in any of them?” he offers.
“Will you play with me?” I ask Kade, but he grunts and shakes his head, without looking away from his laptop. I grin at Barry. “You?”
His glances at my best friend’s brother, his expression worried. “Sir?”
“Do whatever she wants,” he says, waving a hand towards me dismissively. “She’ll probably suck your cock if you ask.”
“Kade!” I exclaim in horror, turning to apologise to the guy, who nods to me and returns to his usual seat in the corner. I slam this tit’s laptop shut. “Was that really necessary?”
Slowly, his nearly silver eyes slide up to meet my green ones, his dimples denting as he attempts to scare me off with a raging look. I raise a brow, not caring he’s about to blow.
He grits out, “I was in the middle of something.”
I rest my elbow on his laptop, lean my chin on my hand and beam. “And now you aren’t.”
“Fuck.” He shakes his head with an unbelievable look as his back hits the chair. “You are insufferable. What do you want from me?”
The laptop is tossed to the table beside us, and he pushes the one between us up until it clicks into the holder. Elbows on his knees, he leans forward. Large, tattooed hands rub at his face as he sighs, and I remember a few hours ago where those hands were, and my body screams for me to climb into his lap and fuck him into submission.
His wet tongue was inside me not long ago .
I remember the way the release felt above him, how powerful it felt to grab his hair and ride his mouth.
The way his name on my lips was so natural.
How his hard cock had pressed into me from behind, and how much I’d wanted to push back so he filled me.
I think he might be thinking this too, because he sits back and readjusts himself in the seat. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
His eyes darken. “You know what. I don’t like you, and you don’t like me, so why do you keep staring at my cock like it’s inviting you to suck it?”
I tut, even though my cheeks heat. His assistant definitely heard him. “Can’t we just put aside everything and be friends?”
The look he gives me makes me squeeze my legs together, and I have the sudden urge to accept the invitation to suck his cock. He pleasured me, so it’s only fair I do the same.
Apparently, I’m easily turned on by an angry Kade.
“We didn’t choose to be stuck travelling together, so get it out of your head that we’re even close to being on a friendly level. Stop trying to talk to— What the fuck are you doing?”
I slide off my seat and onto my knees, grabbing his thighs and digging my nails into them. “Tell your assistant to leave.”
Kade swallows. “Fuck off, Barry.”
He smirks but hides it as quickly as it shows. “Yes, sir. Let me know if you need anything.” He nods to me. “Miss Rhodes.”
On my knees, I smile at him.
Kade grabs my jaw. “Stop looking at him like that,” he warns.
I look away from Barry gathering his laptop into a case. “Or what? ”
“Provoking me isn’t a good idea, Stacey.” He shifts on the seat. “Don’t look at my staff. Ever. Got it?”
I roll my eyes.
A soft click follows, and Kade is still glaring at me as I settle into a comfortable position between his legs and rub my hand up his bulge. Already solid. He says nothing as I tug at his shorts slowly, lifting his hips so I can pull them down to reveal his Calvins. His length strains against the white material.