Willows, Jennifer - Lust for Life [The Moreland Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free Page B

tuxedo pants.
    By the fifth hour, Deven was half crazy and ready to spurt. They didn’t stop, the newlyweds in back showing their apparent hunger for the other. He knew they had to be tired. No way in the world they had any energy left. There were leftovers from the ceremony to eat, but he knew they couldn’t have eaten much. Since the moment he heard the food being prepared there was only a few minutes of blessed silence broken by more screaming sex. His cock was going to explode, Deven thought as he squirmed in the leather seat.
    By the seventh hour of continuous fucking, the entire cabin and cockpit were filled with the scent of lovemaking, semen and orgasmic musk. Deven was about to go mad when he finally reached his destination and upon landing, whipped his cock out. He barely had the room to maneuver, but he had to relieve himself now. Otherwise, someone was going to lose an eye. When he finished coming in the waiting hand wipe, he was still hard and still wanting. The only woman who’d ever fully sated him was back in Wilmington, and she hated him. Deven could feel it around her, the aura of disgust projected around her. He knew he pleased her body, but beyond that he didn’t know her. If she had her way, he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to make himself vulnerable to her that way, even if it were up to him. Or so he tried to convince himself unsuccessfully.
    Makenzie was knocked out. Apparently she passed out when she came the last time, as the plane descended. Even in repose she was lovely. The hours of lovemaking rendered her skin with a deep healthy flush. Charyn however, was a former shell of himself, as if he’d had his soul sucked out by a succubus. He was panting, half-nude, and the only claim to modesty was his pants. His wife was in a slip of some kind, the dress crumpled beneath her. Deven just smirked at his brother.
    “Did you even take a break?”
    “Nope, not till now. I haven’t had her in over a week.” Charyn’s head leaned against the couch, still panting.
    “Well, hopefully you two are good enough to make your flight to Nadi, especially since it will be another seventeen hours or so to get there.” Deven laughed, the sound stirring the sleeping siren next to his brother. She yawned and clenched her husband, who helped her stand. Her legs must have been like rubber, as she couldn’t hold herself upright. Charyn took her in his arms, but his legs weren’t much better. They crumpled back to the couch, just sitting still, eyes unfocused. Deven decided to let them get dressed, so he cleared his throat.
    “I’m going to get the luggage and do the rest of my post-flight check. Give me fifteen, and I’ll come back for you.”
    With that, he left, exiting the cabin into the early hours of morning. The flight took seven hours, and they left at midnight. With the time change, it was four something-or-the-other in the morning, and he was through. If he could check in to the hotel within an hour, he could get in bed by six and be back on his way home no later than three in the afternoon. Dev walked the plane’s perimeter, checking everything three times. When done, he steeled himself to go back to the cabin and he sorely hoped his brother and sister-in-law weren’t at it again. He didn’t think he could take hearing, seeing, or smelling anything more associated with sex. When he approached the door, it opened and the pair wobbled down the steps more than a little rumpled. Once they reached the ground, Charyn carried his wife to the waiting car, a chartered limo, to take the trio to the hotel.
    When they made it to the hotel, Dev sauntered in, handing his ID to the doe-eyed blonde. She gave him a look, one that told him if he wanted her tonight, she was his for the taking. The girl looked almost half his age and made him feel elderly. Shouldn’t she be off chasing someone her age, instead of slyly propositioning a grizzled thirty-six-year-old man like him? But it felt like too much effort to