Chapter 24

As much as I would love to take this slow, I know that we will be landing in approximately thirty minutes. We have already begun our descent when Cillian stands back, grabbing onto one of the handles above as he feels the shift in altitude.

“Better hurry up, Old Man.”

It is a taunt as much as it is serious. Nessa has already coated my sweatpants, leaving a spot on the center. I do not care though. All that matters is the fact that she is limp in my arms, ready for me to bring her pleasure.

“ Vtoraya Polovinka ,” she whispers, causing my skin to prickle with need.

Hearing her speak in Russian will forever be my favorite sound.

I reach back behind us and untie her wrists, tossing Cillian’s belt back to him as he dresses himself. Lifting my woman in my arms, I cradle her close before laying her out on the couch beside us.

“You are so beautiful,” I say, staring down at her. The plane dips, causing that feeling of weightlessness in my stomach. I wonder how that will feel if I come inside of her when we drop again.

My fingers trace over the scar on her stomach, in awe of just how far we have all come. It still hurts every day, but the bracelets we wear take some of the ache away.

I find myself twisting it on my wrist often, thinking of what I would be doing with my little girl at that time of day. It is healing, but also heartbreaking.

And as I look at the wound that almost took my other half from me, my lisichka , I realize I need to show her how much I appreciate her fighting to stay with us.

Nessa’s hand moves to cover the wound, but I lift it away and peel her shirt off of her instead.

“Do not hide from me,” I command gently.

“But it’s worse than the others. It doesn’t look right.” She glances down at her stomach, her eyes hazing over in the way that tells me the darkness in her is trying to take over.

Bending by her side, I take her hand in mine.

“No. It is proof that you are a fighter.”

Leaning in, I press a soft kiss to it, then to others on her body that are smaller but no less significant.

“You without scars is like a blank canvas. It tells no stories, has no purpose.”

I stand and begin to remove my pants, my eyes never leaving hers. “It would be like the night without stars.”

Spreading her legs, I settle between her as she watches me closely, hanging onto every word. She is the type of woman who will never ask for reassurance, but I know that it brings her peace to have it. So I will give it as freely and as often as possible.

“Do not let the night go dark, Lisichka . Stay here with me.”

The head of my cock nudges at her entrance, and she wraps her legs around me.

“I’m with you,” she says firmly, her eyes finally clear. They shine like twin flames that ignite my soul.

Slowly, I slide into her. Once I am fully seated, we both sigh.

“Do you feel full?” I ask.

“Yes,” her walls squeeze me, causing a groan to slide past my lips. “But I need you to move. Remind me I’m yours.”

Her words spur me on, but I still take it slow. Not because I believe she is breakable, but because I want her to feel every single inch of me.

I want her to writhe on my cock like she cannot get enough, and then I want her to squirt her release all over this couch so that we never forget the moment she let me reclaim her.

Lifting one of her legs, I try to find the spot that made her soak my pants earlier. As much as I thought I would not enjoy group activities, I have to admit I was very naive.

Seeing the way Cillian makes her beg is reverent. He teases and taunts her with his words and his body, and hers responds like it is the other half to his madness.

I learn new things about her body every time he touches her, making me feel more connected to her.

“Boris, please,” she pants, pushing her hips into me. Her breaths turn to moans as she starts to get close, but I think my girl likes a little more pain than she thought.

My head dips down, and I take one of her nipples into my mouth, my fingers toying with the other. Sucking until it is a tight peak, I nibble on the pointed bud.

Nessa’s back arches as she cries out, and I pick up the pace of my thrusts. The plane begins to drop again, and I use gravity to my advantage to push into her even harder while we settle our weight back on one another.

Cillian walks over to her and pinches her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his. “Tell him you want it. Tell him you need his cum to fill you up.”

She nods eagerly before looking at me. “Fill me up, please. I need it. I need you. Both of you. I need to feel full.”

I groan, forcing her knee to her chest as I roll my hips. She gasps for air, but Cillian’s mouth seals around hers as he sucks each of her little noises into his lungs.

I can feel her tipping towards the edge, so just as the plane dips for what should be the final time, I reach between us and pinch her clit as I bury myself deep.

Stars burst behind my eyes as we come together, a chorus of groans and pleasure. Just like I wanted, she soaks my cock and the seat beneath us as her legs tremble in my hold.

Cillian growls into her mouth, spurring her on so that she continues to ride me from the bottom even when I have given her everything I have.

I can’t help but chuckle as she starts to relax and Cillian sits back on his heels.

“You’re perfection, Love.”

“And you’re mine,” she says to us both.

I feel like this is what we really needed. Time away from everything to remember who the three of us are together. Maybe then we can find a way to heal and move on.

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When we arrive at the hotel suite on the top floor of one of the nicest hotels in Barcelona, Nessa squeals as she runs to the balcony. There is a private pool just for us that overlooks the beach. The massive bed faces the fireplace on both sides of the floor to ceiling windows.

There is a full kitchen in the back, already stocked with everything we will need for the week. However, what I was not expecting is the nearly one hundred little boxes sitting in the main living area.

“Kid, what is all of this?” I ask as he starts tearing into packages.

“I ordered Nessa some clothes and other necessities .”

When he opens another box to pull out a double penetration vibrator, I frown. “Necessities?”

“Yes!” He looks at me with pure excitement, something I actually have not seen in a while. He never really lost his sarcasm, but his child-like joy has dimmed a lot over the past two months.

“Nessa has maybe five or six-”

“Twelve, she has twelve toys at the house that we use regularly.”

“Okay,” he draws out the word. “So, I thought she needed more and obviously she can use this one to practice.”

He lifts the green silicone toy before ripping into another package. This one looks to be a pink wearable vibrator, and it makes me think of some entertaining ideas.

Maybe we should have dinner out one night and play a little game.

When Cillian removes a rather large purple anal plug, I decide to mess with him.

“You got yourself a few toys too, I see.”

His eyes widen before he full-on belly laughs, making me grin. “Nah, Old Man. This one's for you.”

My ass physically hurts from the idea of putting that up there, but I know he does not mean it when he tosses the hefty toy down and tears into another bag.

“I actually did get these for us,” he says as he removes an array of different size cock rings, a few cock and ball rings. “What do you think?”

Deciding to entertain him, I take one of them. The silicone is soft, but I am not sure how much I would enjoy it.

“I do not think I have a problem with holding back until she is ready.” I squint at him, trying to figure out why he bought these.

“That’s not the only point of a cock ring. You can also use them to increase sensitivity. Put it on during foreplay, then remove it before fucking her senseless. It will feel even better.”

I hum at the idea, intrigued. “Alright, what else did you get?”

Instead of the manic grin I expected, he smiles at me, almost timidly. “Thank you.”

It is so quiet, I almost miss it. “For what?” I question quietly, keeping our words just between us.

He runs a hand through his hair as he begins to open more packages. “I know I can be a lot sometimes, but I really do it all for her. When you accept that, it makes me feel like I’ve done something right.”

He shrugs as if it is no big deal, when it is clearly more than that.

“I accept you, Cillian. All of you. You are good for her.” I sit on the couch beside him, our legs pressing together. “You are good for us.”

He nods, keeping his focus on the task and not me, which bothers me.

“Cillian?”

He swallows, finally looking me in the eyes. “Yeah?”

I glance out at Nessa, then back at him. She has laid out on a sun lounger, a smile on her face as the rays make her skin glow.

“When I say ‘together’, I mean you too. Every time.”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes finding our girl looking happier than she has in a while. “I know, and I mean the same.”

“Good, because the healing is far from over.”

He wiggles a pink thrusting rabbit toy and a glass beaded anal plug with a hoop on the end at me, his devilish smirk back on his face.

“I think these babies might help with that.”

I cannot help the chuckle that comes from my chest. “I have a feeling you are right about that. So, do you have a plan for tonight?”

He winks. “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas. Want to help me narrow it down?”

“Or we could find a way to do them all.”

He claps me on the back. “And this is why I like you.”