They are each lucky and blessed to have met their match. We are not always that lucky in life, to meet the one that completes you. They are a bunch of kissy faces, and yeah, they sniff necks a lot, but who am I to judge? Guess that’s what being in love will do to you.” Deven laughed, the crowd laughing with him. The couple had the nerve to kiss again, and the watching crowd laughed more, some awing over the romantic newlyweds.
The rest of the night flew by. After the wedding reception, she and Jamie were cleaning the beach tent used for the party. The exuberant bride and groom were riding away in the couple’s Hemi Barracuda. Charli tied cans and painted the back window earlier in the day, and they drove the redecorated vehicle to the airport to catch their ride with Deven. He was piloting in his Gulfstream G200 jet, and left an hour early to get the plane ready for takeoff. It was his gift to the newlyweds, whose final destination was Nadi, Fiji, where they would spend the honeymoon.
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Deven was performing the preflight check on his plane, and it would be finished fueling shortly. He would fly Charyn and Makenzie to LAX, and from there they would take the charter to Nadi, Fiji. He was going to stay overnight and fly back into ILM after he had the chance to rest. While the couple would take the resort flight with one stop in Honolulu, there they would refuel and arrive about seventeen hours later. They were staying at the Poseidon Undersea Resort, in the Nautilus Suite. The newlyweds would spend two weeks there, ten days on land and four underwater.
Charyn asked Deven to take him and his new bride to Los Angeles so he could have his fill of conjugal rights on the way. As Charyn explained it, he would be unable to indulge in unbridled wedded bliss for the next twenty-eight hours if the resort picked them up on their chartered flight straight from the reception. So the couple opted to fly to LA and spend one day there before making the trip halfway around the world for their honeymoon. He had the preflight check completed and climbed in the jet, looking over the passenger cabin. He had a concierge service come out the prior day to prep the plane for the cross-country trip. They did their job well. The minibar was stocked and the plane cleaned to like-new condition. They even strung the icicle lights he requested since no candles were permitted. From there he climbed into the cockpit, checking his instruments.
Ten minutes later, the couple pulled up to the private strip used for charter planes. Deven greeted them, escorting the giddy husband and wife inside. He would consider himself lucky if they weren’t screwing by the time he took off. Apparently he wasn’t going to be able to claim good fortune on this flight.
Charyn was inside his wife before the plane taxied the runway. The only concession to their location was the seat belt they shared on the Gulfstream couch.
Deven felt his ears pop when they went higher as he was dumb enough to remove his headphones before hitting the proper altitude, and he heard the screams accompanying the couple’s lovemaking in back. He could only imagine what it must have felt like. That was one of the few things he hadn’t had the chance to do. He had banged one girl over the entire craft from the cockpit to the back passenger seats, but since he normally flew himself, hadn’t joined the Mile High Club yet.
His brother took it a bit further than he would have thought to. The pressure at takeoff must have been orgasmic, and he’d bet the entire year’s earnings that either one or both of the wedded couple had come. Actually, Mak probably came twice. She was still screaming when they hit the slight turbulence. Wind buffeting the small plane, Deven pulled his attention from his hard cock to the matter at hand. In the short term, that meant getting everyone to LA without crashing. The cockpit, already small for a man his size, grew smaller with his hardness trapped in