Dr. Stud

“I’d love to show you the rest of it,” I say, remembering our abbreviated but wonderful tour of the yacht in the harbor.

“Oh… I would love for you to show me the rest of it too,” she winks. “It’s just about Sophia’s naptime anyway. I believe we will have some time to ourselves. But it’s not your day on the schedule, Sully. Did you get the shared calendar?”

“The shared—”

There’s a commotion behind me and I turn around to see my brothers all clambering into the cabin, jostling in an undignified way. It’s always Brock and Trey, bringing the roughhousing back in. Royce is almost forty. He wouldn’t have Trey in a headlock right now if Trey hadn’t started it. Trey brings this stuff on himself.

“Hey!” I raise my voice. “We have a calendar? Already?"

“I sent you the link,” Spencer shrugs as he drops his overnight bag against the wall.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I shoot back irritably.

Spencer holds his hands out. “I did tell you, because I sent you the link. What do you have to complain about… you’re next anyway.”

“Oh,” I huff. “Well, all right then.”

“It’s okay, big guy,” Bunny says, placing her palms on my chest and rising on her toes to kiss me. “It can’t all be five at once. Not every day, okay?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I agree grudgingly. “It’s just that all six of us are on, you know, our private jet. There’s a bed. A big one.”

“Wait, what?” she says, looking around. “Where’s the bed?”

“Right here,” Brock grins, touching the control in the wall to make the panel slide out. After twenty seconds of a whirring noise, a queen-size bed has slid to the middle of the floor.

Bunny bounces on the edge, patting it with her fingers. And she leans forward to peer through the doorway at Sophia.

“Oh, I would say she’s just about asleep. Maybe after they go through the safety regulations, we can test this bed out? That sounds like fun. Can we start the calendar tomorrow maybe?”

Trey looks at Brock. “Yeah, okay,” Brock sighs heavily. “I’ll just go put the baby to sleep.”

Bunny’s eyes track him as he walks past her, closing the nursery door behind him.

“Hold on, what’s going on here? Can he just do that?”

“Oh, yes, Brock is the best at putting people to sleep,” Trey remarks.

I slide onto the bed next to her, wrapping my legs around her and drawing her close to me as she giggles.

“Hold on,” she objects. “The flight attendant is going to be here any second!”

“Nah, we sent her into the cockpit so we could have some privacy,” Trey replies breezily. “Spencer can always handle drink service, can’t you, Spencer?”

“Way ahead of you,” Spencer answers as Trey closes the hatch.

I brush the sable-colored bangs away from her eyebrows and cup her jaw in my hands, tipping her face toward mine. She kisses me gently, her tongue fluttering against my upper lip and reminding me of her mind-blowing blowjobs.

“So we have you all to ourselves, Bunny,” I inform her. “Satisfied?"

“Not just yet!” she teases me, brushing the tip of her nose against mine.

The jet engine sound fills the cabin as Spencer pours champagne into flutes, placing them in the stabilizing cupholders throughout the room. Even as he does this, I feel his eyes on us as he watches me slowly undress our woman.

She slips out of the silky floral wrap she wore to the plane, revealing a lilac bra and panty set in handmade lace. They look delicate, probably too delicate for me to take off her without destroying them.

“These are beautiful,” I tell her.

She bats her eyelashes at me. “Thank you,” she replies.