Flying High (Davis Brothers Book 2)

by Nicole Douglas

  She’s gone for a while but when she makes it back upstairs she’s beaming.

  “She said yes to being a bridesmaid.” She announces, as if there was any question. She bounces on her heels and I can’t help but smile back at her.

  “Of course she did! Now tomorrow we need to get to work on making her a bouquet and scheduling a dress fitting.”

  Lacey yawns dreamily, not seeming worried in the slightest about the work we needed to get done before next month. “We will.”

  “It’s all going to be perfect.” I assure her, grabbing my phone from the couch and following Chris to the door.

  We exchange side hugs in goodbye, knowing we see each other nearly every day, and Chris and I climb the stairs to our own apartment hand in hand.

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  The family slowly grows closer over the following weeks leading up to Lacey and Max’s wedding. The three siblings spend time together, trying to build a bond that takes most people years to establish. Lacey and I join them at times. Others we leave them alone to navigate.

  Amazingly Ava possesses some of the Davis sarcasm and ability to banter without pause. I hadn’t seen it when I first met her but it quickly became obvious to everyone. But still, more than anything, she’s sweet.

  Having a brother is a bit different than having a sister.

  I can see a change in Chris as he gets to know his little sister. I’m pleasantly surprised to see how the guys grow protective of her, although I’m not quite sure she needs it. She can hold her own, that’s for sure.

  ☠　Chapter Thirty ☠

  Chris

  Being an older brother isn’t anything new to me. I had been one for over twenty years. But being an older brother to Ava takes some adjusting.

  She’s much sweeter and more fragile than Max had ever been. I couldn’t curse at her or toss out insults in the form of affection at first. I had to find a whole new way to interact as a brother and that’s one of the reasons it took me some time warming up to her and getting used to this whole new side of me.

  But once I heard Ava’s smart mouth and sassy comments I knew she would fit right in. No walking on eggshells necessary, although I still wasn’t planning on unleashing the way I did with Max.

  It was different with her and that was okay.

  She even got on Max’s good side by volunteering to run with us in the mornings a couple times a week. What a little suck up. She managed to win over our brother when she got through our first run without a single complaint.

  None of us had heard the end of it since. Max had gone back to his tyrannical ways shortly after my accident. I should have appreciated him cutting me some slack while it lasted because it probably would never happen again.

  I still bitched and complained during each and every run. And I sure as hell didn’t appreciate my little sister showing me up.

  “Kiss ass.” I mumble when I pass her during an early morning run.

  She had just suggested we got to the damn omelet place for healthy protein so we don’t ‘waste’ this run. A run can never be wasted just because you indulged in a decent meal. Of course my brother beamed with pride at her suggestion.

  Morons. Both of them.

  “Dumb ass.” She spouts back.

  Max and I both bark out laughs of surprise, still growing used to her quick wit and smart ass commentary. It’s mostly directed at me since I was the one dishing it out. Max proved to be the more nurturing, caring brother.

  Not much of a shock there.

  I had proven to be the same kind of brother I was to Max. Showing love through antagonism and verbal sparring was my way.

  “Slow ass.” I shoot back, picking up my speed just enough that she couldn’t catch up.

  That didn’t stop her from trying. She was competitive like that and I smirked in victory at her frustration over not being able to outrun me.

  Not everyone could automatically accept my dark sense of humor and jump into the dynamic Max and I had. Too many people heard our conversations and took things too seriously, thinking we hated each other which couldn’t be further from the truth. That was just how we interacted. Blame it on the unconventional upbringing I suppose.

  Either way, I loved my brother and I was quickly learning to love my sister too.

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  As the Best Man I was in charge of planning Max’s bachelor party. He invited a few guys from college he had grown fairly close to. The one that was going to be a groomsman was the only one I had met so it was bound to be an interesting weekend.

  Max had threatened my life if I so much as thought about hiring a stripper for this event. I had hinted at it countless times just to fuck with him but the truth was I had no desire to spend the evening with a bunch of strippers either. Natalie was the only one for me and I didn’t want to risk that by making an ass of myself tonight and giving her any reason to feel insecure.

  It wasn’t worth it.

  I had my share of meaningless encounters with women and that was dead and buried in my past. I was already busy wondering what the girls had planned this weekend and missing was Nat something fierce. If this bachelor party was for anyone else I would consider cutting the weekend short and heading home just to be with her.

  But I wanted to give my brother a fun, carefree weekend with his boys before he married Lacey and that was exactly what I was going to do.

  So I planned a fishing trip at the lake.

  Max and I load up the car with our bags for the weekend and he still has no clue where we’re going. Lacey packed his bag for him upon my request. I planned to keep fucking with him for as long as humanly possible, torturing him with the unknown.

  He hated that shit.

  “Where are we going, Chris?” He asked impatiently, turning the radio down so I could hear him over the pulsing bass.

  “You’ll see. Hope you Lacey packed you plenty of cash. I told her singles and fives are best.”

  He shoots me a glare. “You better not be taking me anywhere raunchy. I already told you.”

  “You carefully selected me as your Best Man.” I lean back in the seat and spare him a look when we get to a red light. “Deep down you must have wanted some naked women involved. You know that’s how I throw a party.”

  “Chris.” He warns firmly.

  “You’ll have to trust my judgment, bro.”

  “Your judgment is what has me worried.” He mumbles, turning the radio back up to drown out my retort.

  We pick up his two friends from an apartment complex on the other side of town and once our car is packed tight I pull onto the freeway. Max is the only one in the dark about where this bachelor weekend getaway will be held. With Lacey’s help we spread the word so everyone knew what to pack.

  His brows scrunch in confusion when he sees both of them dressed in cargo shorts. He spends half the drive to the lake questioning his two friends in the backseat but they remain tight lipped, knowing it’s still a surprise.

  I can feel the tension radiating off my brother and smile when I take the exit for the lake. I know he’s about to start piecing things together.

  “So…” He trails off, probably assuming I plan to continue dragging on his torture. His eyes shift to the mirror so he can look at his friends for answers, having given up on getting any from me. “We’re going to the lake?”

  They stay silent, letting me take the lead.

  “Yes, bro.” I laugh. “We’re going to the lake. I rented us a cabin for the weekend for fishing, boating and four wheeling.”

  “Really?” He sounds genuinely surprised and then tension in his shoulders begins to loosen.

  “Really.” I confirm.

  “There aren’t any strippers waiting in the cabin, are there?”

  “Nope.” I laugh, shaking my head.

  He strikes out and punches my arm when I pull to a stop in front of the entrance to the park that surrounds the lake. “You asshole. You’ve been fucking with me this whole
time?”

  We scuffle briefly before the car in front of me enters the park and we’re up next. I straighten in my seat and pull up to give my name to the gate guard. He lets us in and I turn back to Max. A smile of relief and excitement is growing and his friends carry on in the backseat about what they want to do first.

  “You’re welcome, since I’m pretty sure what you meant to say was thank you.”

  “No strippers?” He asks again skeptically and I let out a belly deep laugh.

  “No. Jesus. What’s with you?” I admonish him jokingly. “We’re fishing and boating all weekend. Lacey would kill me with her bare hands if I had strippers out here. Come on, I can be civilized for fuck sake.”

  He raises a brow in challenge and cracks another smirk. “Thank you.”

  I nod, knowing he’s sincere and turn back to the road. The car twists and turns along the path that leads us to our cabin. By the time we unload the car and claim a bunk it’s time for lunch. I let Max have the bottom bunk, being the groom and all, and that leaves me cramped at the top.

  Hopefully I remember where I’m at in the morning and don’t crack my head on the ceiling. Having missed summer camp and such childhood experiences I wasn’t sure how shitty the top bunk was for someone as tall as me but I could imagine.

  We grab the hotdogs and burger patties from the cooler in the trunk and fire up the grill. The smell of charcoal burning fills the air and my stomach rumbles. The other groomsman, Will, volunteers to man the grill while I work on setting up the picnic table with condiments and plates.

  For once Max seems to have let go of his mission to nix all unhealthy food from his diet and he chows down on both a hotdog and a cheeseburger with a pile of plain Lays chips on his plate. That leaves me free to each whatever I want too without comment so I load up a plate with two hotdogs and a cheeseburger, bypassing the chips for now.

  We’re too stuffed after lunch to even think about doing any physical activities for a while. That puts a damper on all the plans we had.

  Everyone goes inside the cabin for a quick nap as we digest. I don’t know about them but I vow to limit my portions for the rest of the weekend.

  By the time we wake up its late afternoon. We decide to take out the boat for a couple hours of fishing to salvage what’s left of the day.

  The sun still shines high on the horizon and we have plenty of time to try to catch some fish for dinner. Or maybe lunch tomorrow. I’m still nowhere near being hungry again anytime soon.

  The lake water laps at the sides of the small boat as we all cast out our lines and quietly wait for one of us to get a bite. We used some of our uneaten hotdogs as bait and the fish must love it because we all catch at least one each within twenty minutes.

  I take a picture of the huge catfish I caught and break the number one rule of fishing with the boys and basic bachelor party etiquette: I text it to Natalie.

  We keep fishing until our cooler is full and then we make our way back to shore to clean our catch. The other guys open a couple beers and we shoot the shit while gutting the fish. There’s so much we decide to freeze a couple to take back home, knowing full well we can’t eat this in two days if we plan to fish again tomorrow too.

  Max eyes me with a smirk as I type out another quick text to Nat. He must know who I’m texting because he doesn’t say anything but the look on his face says he’s happy about it. His playboy brother has magically transformed into a lovesick man.

  Who the fuck would have ever thought I would plan such a mild bachelor party and spend the weekend texting my girl instead of shoving money in a stripper’s g-string?

  I had come a long way to being reformed. The crazy thing was I really liked this new person I had become.

  Nat refuses to tell me what they’re up to for the night at the Bachelorette party she planned out for Lacey. So I’m left wondering, thinking up possibilities while I climb up to the top bunk.

  Before I fall asleep she sends me a picture of her and Lacey, dancing on top of a table in a dark club, empty shot glasses lined up by their feet.

  I stifle a laugh at the looks on their faces and tell her to be careful and text me when they make it back to the hotel room they booked for the night downtown. The next message I get is a picture of her making a kiss face and telling me goodnight.

  I wait up until I get that text that she’s safely tucked in for the night before I can get to sleep.

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  The next day and night are spent much the same way. We double the fish in our small cabin fridge, gorge on food we cooked over the barbeque pit and ride four-wheelers through the wooded trails for hours after lunch.

  The weekend proves to be a success.

  I’m still glad when it’s over, ready to get back home to Natalie. I bring home at least a pound of frozen fish eager to have it for dinner at some point this week. I know she’ll find an amazing recipe, something new for us to try.

  “Did you have fun?” She asks when I first walk inside, practically tackling me in a warm hug.

  “I did.” I press my lips to hers in a chaste kiss but immediately deepen it, jutting out my tongue to brush against hers. “I caught a lot of fish. Will almost flipped a four-wheeler. We swam in the lake when it got too hot out. Max had a blast. But I missed you.”

  “I missed you too.” She smiles dreamily before sucking on my bottom lip and leading me toward her bedroom without preamble. “Now let me show you how much. We have two whole nights of catching up to do.”

  She shoves me onto the bed and climbs on my lap, straddling me. Gripping her hips I position her over my cock which instantly hardened at the pressure of her on top of me. She sent me a tit-pic last night while I was trying to fall asleep and I had jerked off quietly in my top bunk wishing I had her there to help me get off.

  She was here now and I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to enjoy it.

  Using my grip on her waist I drag her over my bulge slowly, sending a shiver of anticipation for the pleasure to come through both of us.

  She moans out loud and throws her head back. Her body begins grinding into mine without my assistance. That frees up my hands to explore and I reach up her shirt, pleased to find she isn’t wearing a bra. My thumbs rub over her nipples until they pebble. Her grinding grows faster.

  Harder.

  “I’ve been thinking about these since you sent me that picture last night.” I tell her, squeezing her supple breasts in my hungry hands.

  I can’t get enough of touching her, squeezing and stroking her soft skin. She rises up, breaking the connection where we grinded into one another. I grunt out my disappointment, a primal sound that fights its way out of my mouth.

  Then I realize she moved away to undo my pants and pull out my dick and I rush to help her get her hands around me faster.

  “Did you touch yourself when you saw it?” She asks in a sultry voice, gripping me tightly and twisting her hands.

  It’s an amazing sensation and words are lost in my throat. I nod my head and moan, letting her know I had. It was the only form of communication I was capable of at the moment and I hoped she understood.

  She spits on her hand and starts working my dick up and down with a firm grip that has me fighting not to blow my load only a few minutes in. Just when I can hardly hold back another second she lets go.

  I just about bolt up from the mattress to see why she stopped and find her stripping off her pants and top in rushed motions. I follow her lead and kick my pants off frantically. Within seconds she’s back on my lap, sliding my bare cock inside her heat.

  Bouncing up and down, she slicks me with her wetness and works us both into a frenzy. Our bodies slap together as she speeds up, slamming down on my lap roughly each time.

  I swell up inside of her and grab her thighs to slam her down harder. I just can’t get enough, am never deep enough to satisfy my craving of her.

  A sexy whine rips out of her and I know she’s reached the finish line. It pushes me
over the edge right along with her. I push as deep inside her as I can get and pulsate.

  I couldn’t pull out now even if I wanted to. Thankfully she seems to feel the same, grinding down one last time before I spew into her. I’m rendered completely speechless, paralyzed in sexual ecstasy beneath her as she milks me of every last drop.

  My dick pulses one final time and softens inside of her. Slowly it slides free of her body, sticky from our combined releases. She collapses on my sweaty chest, exhausted in the best kind of way.

  ☠　Chapter Thirty-One ☠

  Natalie

  Beautiful turquoise flower petals lined the aisles on the sand along with perfectly intact shells and starfish. The archway was adorned with pearls and shells, chiffon streamers in turquoise and coral. They twisted together and flowed elegantly in the gentle sea breeze.

  Last minute Lacey decided to bypass shoes for the wedding party, opting for us to walk barefoot through the soft sand instead. Stark white chairs are lined down five rows. The seats are filled with several of their friends from school and a few members of Lacey’s family.

  One seat in the front row is empty and upon closer notice there’s a large framed photo in it. It’s their mother and I grow emotional at their memorial of her, how they found a way to include her in this monumental moment even though she couldn’t physically be here.

  It’s a small wedding and that makes it more gorgeous and intimate. They didn’t need everyone they had ever met witnessing them profess their love. Just those of us deemed most important.

  I was honored to stand up in their wedding and fill such a special role.

  Max was already standing under the archway when Chris and I walked down the aisle to take our places at the front. My hair lifts in the gentle breeze and I grip Chris’s elbow until we reach the end where we part ways, each walking to our respective side.

  There’s a long pause and the music changes. One of their friends is manning the stereo from the other side of the walkway. The wedding march dances on the breeze and we all turn our attention to where Lacey stands at the top of the path. Her eyes are glued to Max and the love between them radiates for everyone to see.