Melinda’s heart skipped a beat as she stared into Jon’s intent gaze. Oh, boy. He appeared ready to pounce, and just looking at him made the blood rush loudly through her veins.
“Guys,” the pilot said as he opened the door to the cockpit and stepped into the cabin. “I hate to interrupt, but we’re ready to descend.”
Jon frowned and glanced over his shoulder. Melinda turned to Erik who sat thoughtfully watching her and Jon. “How’s the weather?” he asked.
“It’s still bad. There’s a small opening I can squeeze through, but I need you in your seat belts. It’s gonna get bumpy.”
Erik nodded. “How long do we have?”
“Five minutes. I would give you more, but we’ve been fighting a headwind and fuel is running low.”
Erik sighed and again nodded in understanding. “Thank you.”
The pilot stepped back into the cockpit and shut the door.
“Why didn’t he just use the phone?” Jon asked as he stood straight and glared down at Erik.
Erik shrugged as his lips spread into an amused grin. “You know our captain. He likes to peek in occasionally…see what’s going on.”
Erik’s gaze turned back to hers and she felt her skin begin to heat.
“After the…” She had to clear her throat in order to continue. “After the chloroform and the bouncing earlier, I’m not sure my stomach can take another round. Can I please sit up?”
Erik gave her a slight nod. “Very good. You said please.”
Melinda rolled her eyes.
“And then she blows it,” Erik drawled, making Jon chuckle.
“I’m serious,” she said with more force, pinning Erik with her best boss stare.
Erik snorted, then waved to Jon. “Help her.”
Jon removed the toy and began to untie her feet, allowing her to finally close her legs. He set the footrest down, and she sighed at the change of position. Her back was starting to cramp up. She’d never been a back sleeper, and if she laid on it too long, it would stiffen up between her shoulder blades.
“Thank you,” she said grudgingly to Jon.
He gave her a soft smile as he untied the silk around her wrists. A Sprite was placed in front of her and she frowned at the can and then up at Erik.
“This will help,” he said.
She took the can, surprised at his solemn generosity. As she popped the lid open, she watched him with curiosity as he made his way back to his chair.
“Thank you,” she said, then lifted the can to take a sip.
Jon joined Erik on the other side of the cabin as the plane began its descent through the dark clouds. Just as she brought the can to her lips, they hit turbulence. Sprite spilled over the rim and onto her chest. She hissed as the cold liquid hit her skin.
Glancing over at Erik, she noticed his soft smile of amusement.
“It’s a shame I’m not closer. I would lick it off for you,” he said softly, his deep voice making her skin tingle.
She tried really hard not to let him see how his words and his voice affected her. Jon was sweet, soft-spoken, or at least as soft-spoken as a Dom could be. Erik was not. Erik commanded obedience even without saying a word.
The plane hit another rough patch, this one actually lifting her butt off the chair. If she hadn’t been buckled in, her head would’ve hit the ceiling. She squealed and almost dropped her drink as one hand reached for the arm of the chair.
“We’ll be fine,” Erik said, but Melinda wasn’t so sure.
She swallowed down bile as the plane took another drop. “I hate flying,” she grumbled and closed her eyes against the nausea rolling through her stomach.
“Well, since flying is the only way you’ll get home, I suppose you’ll just have to stay with us,” Erik murmured.
Melinda shot him an angry glare. “I have to get back to work.”
“Not for two weeks,” Jon said with a grin.
“For that amount of time, you’re ours,” Erik added.
“I’m going to kill my brother,” she grumbled under her breath.
Try as she might, though, despite her anger toward Marcus, she couldn’t get that orgasm out of her head. Even with the two of them watching, she’d shot off like a rocket. Or maybe it was because they had been watching.
She frowned and took a sip of the Sprite, hoping it would settle her stomach. She knew she found the whole kidnap bondage thing exciting, but exhibitionism? She hadn’t thought of that. She’d never really felt comfortable enough with her sexuality to do it.
Out of the corner of her eye, she looked over at Erik and Jon. Would two weeks with them really make her feel better about herself? Marcus always said they were good with women who had low self-esteem. They could really build her up, turn her into a sexy, vibrant woman.
She had confidence. Confidence in her abilities, her smarts. Confidence in her looks and her ability to attract a man was where she had issues. Was that why Clark had been able to get so close to her? Was that why he’d been able to fool her so easily?
With a huff of disgust, she took another sip of Sprite, then swallowed it down with a groan as the plane again shook with turbulence. Out the window to her side, she noticed a streak of lightning and jumped.
“Are we almost there?” she asked.
“Almost,” Jon replied.
“Where are we going, anyway?” she asked.
Erik shifted in his seat to better face her. “Belize.”
Her eyes widened. “Belize? Did someone get my passport?”
“We have your passport, purse, and suitcase that you’d packed and left by the door. Your assistant also added a few things as well.”
Melinda stared, shocked. “My assistant was in on this?”
“From the start,” Erik replied.
“From the start,” she asked slowly. “So…when did Marcus call you?”
“After your argument about a vacation,” Jon replied.
Melinda’s mouth dropped open. The plane ride had finally smoothed out but Melinda felt far from calm.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Erik said with entirely too much calm to Melinda’s line of thinking. “You’ve been working way too much, drinking way too much, and in my opinion, not eating nearly enough.”
“Excuse me?” she snapped. “What I eat or don’t eat is none of your business.”
“It is while you’re here,” he replied in a tone that brooked no argument.
“And where exactly is here?” she asked with just a hint of sarcasm. “Other than just Belize.”
“We have a house in a small town on the coast. It has its own private landing strip, so we won’t need a car to get there. It’s quite nice. I think you’ll like it. It’s very private so you don’t have to worry about anyone hearing your squeals.”
Melinda glared angrily at Erik. It didn’t seem to faze him; he just smiled in return as though she had nothing but good things to say.
“And just what makes you think I’m going to squeal?” she snarled.
“You’ll squeal, just like you did earlier.”
Melinda looked away as the burning heat of a blush moved over her face. God, he was blunt, but there was a small part of her, deep down inside, that liked it. She’d die before she admitted that to him, though.
“If you look out the window, you can see the house,” Jon offered, as though trying to make her feel more at ease.
She tried to tell herself that she really didn’t care. Unfortunately, curiosity got the better of her. Leaning forward, she glanced down at the ground. The blue waves lapped against soft white sands. Several yards from the beach, the tile roof of a large house could barely be seen through the thick covering of trees.
It was definitely private. With all those trees, she doubted a person could get a clear view of the house from the ground, much less the air. It looked as though the nearest house was a quarter mile away.
Her stomach knotted in slight trepidation. Despite their relationship with her brother, she knew very little about them and even less about their sexual lifestyle. What did they have planned for her here? Fear mingled with just a hint of excitement. It was the unknown. What would they do? What would they make her do? What would they do together?
She glanced sideways toward the two men who held her sexual fantasies in their hands. From what she understood, their very capable hands. Swallowing, she looked back out the window and watched as the plane headed out over the ocean. With a frown, she looked back to Jon.
“I thought that was the house?”
Jon nodded. “It was. We have to approach the landing strip from the ocean.”
“Oh,” she said, then watched out the window as the plane banked, turning to head back inland.
Her stomach dropped uncomfortably as the plane descended the last few feet to the runway. She placed her hand over her midsection and drew in a deep breath to try and settle herself. Airsickness was not a pleasant experience and she’d rather masturbate than throw up in front of the two gorgeous men who watched her way too closely.
“Please stop staring at me,” she said as she kept her eyes out the window.
“Nope,” Erik replied and Melinda sighed. “Get used to it, sunshine. I’ll be watching you like a hawk for the next two weeks.”
She snorted. “That’s more morbid than sexy, don’t you think?”
Erik’s deep chuckle made her insides quiver. “Depends on how you look at it. How am I to know you’re aroused if I don’t watch you?”
Melinda rolled her eyes then turned to glare at him. “How about I just tell you?”
“I wouldn’t trust you to.” His gaze dropped to her hand over her stomach, then back to her face. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, then changed her mind and shook her head. His expression softened, giving her the impression he was concerned. She inwardly snorted. He was probably only concerned because if she was sick, he wouldn’t be able to fuck her as soon as they landed.
“We’ll be on the ground soon.”
Melinda remained silent, wondering if fucking her was what they had in mind upon coming home. Nausea was momentarily forgotten as fantasies began to play through her mind like a porno movie. She really shouldn’t give into them so quickly. It would make her appear too needy, right?
She licked her lips as the plane descended to the runway and the wheels hit the ground. She wasn’t needy. She was lonely. She could admit that. Clark had hurt her very badly. She’d thought he was the one; the man she would spend the rest of her life with. It turned out she was wrong. He’d used her.
Would these two use her, just in a different way? Or would she benefit from the play as well? She certainly had earlier with the toy. She’d gotten off, but they hadn’t.
Her brother trusted them, but should she?
She glanced over at them. The plane came to a stop, and they both quickly unbuckled and came to their feet. Melinda slowly moved her hand to unbuckle her seatbelt but she didn’t come to her feet. Instead, she remained rooted to the chair, her nakedness holding her in place.
“Do I get my clothes back?” she asked.
“No,” Erik replied.
Jon went to the cockpit and opened the door. He spoke softly to the pilot, but Melinda couldn’t hear what was said.
“I’m supposed to walk to the house naked?” she asked as she gaped up at Erik.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Melinda. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
He held his hand out to her, expecting her to take it. She stared at him pleadingly, but he shook his head.
“You’re going to walk out of this plane, head held high, and follow Jon and me to the house.”
“Naked,” she whispered.
“Naked,” he repeated.