Billionaire Brothers 01-04 The Complete Serial Box Set

by Meg Watson

  As his eyes explored my kneecaps I luxuriated in the electrical, champagne-flavored buzz. Slowly I opened my knees just a touch, reveling in the intense look of interest he shot that exposed inch of inner thigh.

  “They’re just legs, Declan,” I demurred.

  “If they were just legs, I wouldn’t want them,” he growled.

  He sat forward, resting his forearms on his knees and steepling his fingers.

  “Show me more,” he demanded.

  “No!” I whispered teasingly. “The flight attendant…”

  “You want her too? I’m sure she can be persuaded…”

  “What?” I gasped, giggling breathlessly, feeling my collarbones going bright pink and humid. “No… No, I mean it.”

  But he was already raising a finger in the air. “Amber?” he called out.

  “Dec! Stop!” I objected as seriously as I could.

  He shrugged. I could hear her footsteps coming up the aisle behind me and widened my eyes in warning.

  “OK, well she could maybe just take care of Jackson, then?” he asked innocently.

  “No!” I barked out, surprising myself with the volume. My breath caught in my throat and I could hear my blood in my ears as I tried to stamp out any sign of my inner turmoil. I glanced at Jackson to see his reaction. He lifted his chin to the flight attendant with a kind smile.

  “Just wondering if we can get some privacy, Jennifer,” he said confidently.

  “Oh, of course, sir,” she said and I heard her footsteps promptly retreat and the sound of the curtain being drawn across the aisle.

  “Your loss,” Declan said, cocking his head sideways. “So where were we then?”

  I suppressed my irritation and squinted at him.

  OK, calm yourself, woman, I thought. He was just teasing you anyway.

  “I have no memory of us being anywhere,” I said stubbornly.

  He raised his eyebrows at me, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. The plane must have turned because a shaft of golden sunlight swept through the cabin, momentarily haloing him, setting his eyelashes individually aflame.

  Christ, you have got to be kidding me, I thought in awe as my body sent out warning flares. My skin wanted very much to be handled by that god-like figure glowing in front of me, more or less immediately, thank you very much.

  As though he heard me, suddenly he was on his knees in front of me. I flinched and gasped, straining to keep still while my heart banged emphatically in my chest.

  His eyes were fixed on my thighs. I could feel the heat.

  “Show me,” he demanded.

  I stayed completely still, knowing if I did nothing, he would surely do something. I was dying to find out what it would be.

  “Margot, I am warning you now,” he growled. “If you don’t do as I ask, there will be consequences.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “You don’t threaten me, Declan,” I taunted him.

  “Then you haven’t been paying attention,” he said with a superior smirk.

  Reaching toward me, he placed a firm hand on my knee and dragged it toward him. His eyes burned into mine as my legs were forced open. I struggled to keep his gaze and not look away, accepting his challenge to the best of my ability.

  “Maybe I just don’t scare that easy,” I suggested.

  “Or maybe you need some instruction,” he replied. “I’d like to see you there.”

  I shook my head. “Excuse me?”

  He cut his eyes toward the sofa across the aisle. “There,” he repeated.

  I stood slowly from my chair and took two steps toward the long bench, then placed my hands on my hips and gave him a saucy stare. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jackson’s interest escalate. He rubbed hard at his jaw and shifted in his chair.

  “Turn around,” Declan commanded.

  “Why?” I asked innocently, loving the game.

  In an instant he was right in front of me. I commanded my body not to flinch as he stared me down hard, his eyes gleaming and eager.

  “Because I want to see your ass,” he growled.

  His hand was firm on my elbow, twisting me easily where I stood. Before I knew it I was facing in the opposite direction, the bench hard against my knees. His hands cupped my shoulders and pushed, forcing my upper body forward.

  I laid my hands flat on the back of the sofa, bent over with my feet apart. He flung my dress over my hips and yanked my panties down to the top of my thighs. My legs tensed as I realized how exposed and vulnerable I looked, and I wanted to turn away but his hands gripped my hips and held me helpless and immobile.

  “Declan,” I began to object.

  “You see, I know what you want,” he interrupted. I heard the sound of his zipper going down. His fingers trailed slowly down the backs of my thighs, raising my skin into goosebumps. Despite myself, I felt my legs flex as I went on my tiptoes.

  “Yes, that’s very nice,” I agreed hoarsely.

  “And this?” he said, stroking the inside of my thighs, pinching me lightly.

  “Yes,” I nodded, beginning to relax.

  He palmed my buttocks, pulling them apart lightly. I felt the warm head of his cock bounce against the furrow of my ass and sucked my breath through my teeth.

  “I know you want this,” he growled. I nodded mutely with my eyes closed, focusing on the sensation of his velvety shaft growing harder with each second. The tight elastic of my panties cut against my thighs like rope.

  “Tell me,” he demanded.

  “I-- I want it, Declan,” I choked, waving my hips from side to side slowly. I could already imagine it: his hands strong and firm, his thick cock buried in me... his torso bent over mine, covering me completely. It was so vivid in my mind, it almost felt like it was happening and I moaned softly.

  “Down,” he barked.

  I shook my head. I didn’t understand.

  “Down!” he said again, reaching for my ankle. In one deft movement he forced me to my knees and pinned me against the sofa bench. His fingers tore at the ties on my panties and ripped them open as his hips thrust against my backside.

  Angling his knees inside mine, he shoved my legs even farther apart.

  Leaning forward, his chest flat against my back, he breathed into my ear.

  “Isn’t this better, Margot? Isn’t this right where you wanted to be?”

  I nodded urgently.

  He released my hip with one hand and began fisting his cock, bouncing the head against my buttocks, stroking himself against my thighs. I moaned and angled back into him, trying to position myself at the head of his hard cock. I wanted desperately to be touched.

  “This is a beautiful ass, Margot,” he snarled, backing away. I felt him jerking himself against me, his fist strong and pumping. “One day you are going to beg me to take your ass.”

  I mewled softly against the leather and pushed backward, eager to feel any part of him. But he just pumped his cock in his fist, watching me, all spread open in front of him. I began to realize my display was all he wanted. He wanted to look.

  Slipping my hand underneath me, I found my folds and slipped my fingers inside, momentarily shocked by how swollen and wet I was.

  “Yes,” he groaned. “Touch yourself. Let me see.”

  Emboldened by his encouragement, I angled my hips back and spread my lips open, circling my clit with one slow finger.

  His hand pumped faster. I could hear the thick, soft sound of the friction and he worked himself harder and harder. Knowing how good that felt, I worked myself harder too, my hips grinding in counter circles as my fingers flipped my clit back and forth.

  Suddenly he snatched my panties from the floor and groaned, covering the head of his cock as he shot his seed into my white, crumpled panties. Watching him over my shoulder, I bit my lip at the sight of him: his torso gleaming and taught, his mouth open in a snarl as he jerked the last of his seed into the white cotton.

  Finally, his head dropped forward and he sat back on his heels, bre
athless and heaving. A low groan of satisfaction rumbled in his chest as he pushed himself back, my panties still clutched in his fist.

  With my forearms still balanced on the long bench of the sofa, I rested my forehead on the soft leather and looked at Jackson through the dark curtain of my hair. Still seated in the captain’s chair across the aisle, he raised his champagne glass slowly to his lips and quaffed a healthy amount.

  “Come here,” I beckoned him.

  In an instant, he was kneeling behind me, his trousers pressed up against my bare thighs. Slipping his arm around my waist, he lifted and turned me effortlessly to face him, and then knelt again, guiding me to straddle his legs.

  “I need more,” I sighed against his jaw as he circled me in his strong arms, aligning my body to his.

  “I know,” he said confidently, softly.

  “I need you,” I murmured.

  He nodded, pulling back and meeting my eyes intensely. “I know,” he said.

  In a single motion, he held me by my hips and pushed me up and onto the bench. I pulled my dress down to cover myself but he stayed my hand.

  “Don’t…” he said with a smile and I let him move my hand to the side.

  His eyes hungrily fixed on my exposed sex, he deftly slid his linen trousers down and off, then pulled the v-neck over his head. I let my mouth fall open as my mind was overwhelmed once again by the sight of his lean, narrow hips and broad, husky shoulders. Though I had licked him up and down a hundred times or more, still I found myself instantly craving his skin on my tongue.

  He held his hand out.

  “Your shoe?” he asked with a sly grin. I bit my lip and picked up my leg, placing my heel gently in the palm of his hand.

  “Thank you,” he murmured, holding the back of my calf with one hand while he expertly unbuckled the clasp with the other. He slid the shoe off and set it aside, then stroked the arch of my foot hard with his thumb.

  “Oh my gosh,” I whispered breathlessly. White pangs of desire shot straight up my bone marrow to my center.

  He held my foot in both hands and brought it up to his lips, kneading the sole with his fingers as I tried to remain relaxed. The sensation was so intense, I felt my body release another wave of fluids and let my head fall back, moaning quietly.

  His tongue was warm and sudden between my toes, laving me softly. With my eyes closed, the sensation bloomed huge and crimson red in my mind and I shuddered, a sigh escaping my lips.

  He set my foot down gently between his legs and I could feel his hard, velvety erection under my arch as he picked up my other foot. I stroked him gently with my toes, loving the way his member instantly responded to my touch. He groaned softly and unbuckled my other shoe, sliding it off and setting it under the bench, then lifting that foot to his mouth.

  His warm tongue circled my toes one by one, suckling each gently while his fingers kneaded the ball of my foot. He probed the tender skin between each toe like he was tasting a fruit, then drew back and blew lightly, sending a tickling, teasing sensation rippling through my nerves. I had never felt anything so visceral - so simple yet so sensual.

  “That’s… amazing,” I choked out.

  Without a word, he slid his hands up my calves to the back of my knees and opened my legs wide. Some part of me knew I was totally exposed to his view and wanted to hide, but the rest of me wanted him to take me completely, examine and inspect me, and then deliver every inch of flesh to the same height of paradise I had known in his embrace, every time.

  I knew he could see how wet I was, how open and swollen, ready to be consumed. I knew when he saw it because I heard the familiar suck of his breath between his teeth. Even with my eyes closed, I could see his features transformed by desire. The open half-smile. The hooded eyes. The flared nostrils.

  With the image of his face bright and clear in my mind, I submitted shamelessly to whatever he wanted to do next. Long seconds passed while I was openly displayed to his view, and I arched my back, proudly allowing him access to whatever he wanted.

  Suddenly the cabin bounced emphatically to one side.

  “What was that?” I asked, my eyelids flying open, my knees slamming closed, searching the cabin for clues.

  “Nothing to worry about, love,” Jackson purred beneath me, sliding his arms behind my hips and pulling me close. I had a momentary view of Declan in his seat, his smirk leering and appreciative, his hands working inside the open fly of his dark-washed jeans. Then I was astride Jackson’s lap and all I could see was him.

  “Turbulence?” I asked, hearing the nervousness plain in my voice.

  “Just a little bouncy air from the Colorado Rockies, I suppose,” he answered reassuringly. “You OK?”

  “Oh, sure,” I gulped.

  Am I OK? I asked myself. Should I have Googled the safety ratings of Gulfstreams before we left? Who is this captain anyway?

  “Hey,” he chuckled quietly. “Hey, you… Look at me.”

  I forced myself to open my eyes, not even realizing when I had squinched them so tightly. Jackson’s expression was warm and confident, even eager.

  “There is nothing to worry about,” he murmured, his voice so soft and intimate it was like he whispered directly into my brain. “Remember air is like water. We’re floating on top of it. The mountains make the water turbulent… and we just sail forward.”

  “OK,” I choked unconvincingly.

  “OK?” he repeated with a smile, his eyes searing into mine. I found it impossible to look away. His stare was a direct conduit between us, as solid and secure as a steel beam.

  “Yes, OK,” I said with more conviction.

  “And you’re with me,” he whispered.

  I nodded. His hands pulled me harder into him and his pushed his hips up, letting me feel the swollen, urgent pulse of his cock.

  “Yes,” I whispered back.

  The cabin dipped drastically again. For a moment we were weightless and then I crashed back into him, safe in his strong, thick arms, his cock urgently jammed against my wetness.

  “Oh my gosh,” I breathed.

  “Right?” he nodded, his eyes gleaming, his lips parted. “Oh, Margot… God, take this off, I want to feel all of you.”

  Obediently I drew my dress over my head, flinging it onto the bench behind me. We were both completely naked, our skin sizzling everywhere we touched. I was barely aware of Declan watching us intently and I knew somewhere, Jennifer/Amber probably could hear everything we did. But at the next lurch and jostle of the cabin, I could hardly care anymore. Fear and desire twisted themselves together like sparking electrical wires in my belly and I was suddenly, overwhelmingly desperate to have him.

  “Yes, baby,” he murmured as though he understood and reached between our bodies to align himself with me. Holding his bottom lip lightly between his teeth, he gave me an impish, anticipatory stare.

  For several moments he hovered, his hard, swollen member just barely at my entrance, circling lightly, teasing me as my desire mounted. I bit back a groan and waited, trembling. Every second seemed more unbearable than the one before it, but still I waited with him.

  Then suddenly the cabin dipped again, hard, forcing me onto his ready and rock-hard cock all at once. My breath came out in a rush as I was solidly impaled right to my core, filled to the point of stretching.

  My groans were cut short by his mouth covering mine completely, catching my cries on his tongue as he thrust exuberantly into me, over and over. The jet swerved and rocked, bouncing harder. A few times we floated just over the carpet for a moment or two before slamming back together.

  I locked my ankles behind his buttocks and ground my hips in time with each thrust. My nipples swayed across his chest hair, sending tiny white sparks dancing across my vision. Somehow the random rhythm of the turbulence coincided with the perfect part of every thrust he pummeled into me. It was as though he understood the air, our path across the clouds, and every pulsing desire of my body.

  Suddenly, when we were we
ightless, I felt my back arching. The white light in my belly swelled, threatening supernova and I shuddered. I gave into it, pausing for a moment at the top of our weightless vertigo, knowing what would happen next and elated for it.

  “Stay with me, Margot!” he groaned.

  I nodded and arched my back, sliding against him, aching for that final thrust.

  And wham! Our bodies collided again, smooth as pistons. My belly erupted into fireworks that shot through my marrow to my toes. Jackson roared into my neck with one final thrust, holding me immobile and impaled on his huge, pulsing cock as he came with me, into me. I could see his orgasm crashing through mine in my mind like lightning and fireworks setting the same sky ablaze over and over.

  Panting and snarling against my neck, Jackson held me tightly, almost too tightly as our bodies shuddered out the last spasms of orgasm. The plane trembled and pitched slightly, and then seemed to have no more turbulence left to offer.

  After awhile, he reached past my shoulder and dragged a sheepskin blanket from the side of the sofa. I kissed his steamy, lust-thickened lips as he pulled the blanket around us.

  “The sofa pulls out to a bed,” he yawned sleepily.

  “Wow, you billionaires really do think of everything.”

  “For sure,” he agreed.

  I snatched the linen towel from the champagne trolley and wiped up the sweet dribbles that slid down my thighs as we separated, though frankly I was a little sad to be parted from him. He pulled at the bench until it revealed a perfectly sized sleeping platform and we both fell onto it, leaden and exhausted.

  Just before we drifted to sleep, I picked my three-ton head up and blew Declan a kiss across the aisle. He gave me a smart salute in return.

  “Welcome to the mile-high club, sweetcheeks,” I heard him say, just before I fell back into Jackson’s waiting arms.

  CHAPTER 3

  IT WAS JUST DAWN when we arrived in Amsterdam. I had woken several times over the Atlantic and finding the cabin filled with darkness and the white noise of the filtered air, I quickly found myself overwhelmingly sleepy again. It was too comfortable to lay in Jackson’s embrace as the jet hummed and vibrated.