Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(159)

Sounds like a great fucking plan.

Together our trio made our way toward the helicopter glinting in the starlight. It wasn't a Bell Relentless but it was still a nice machine with clean lines and blue and silver paintjob.

"Good evening, Mr. Mercer. Ms. Snow." The pilot nodded, shaking my hand. "Please, come aboard and make yourself comfortable. The flight will be approximately twenty-five minutes."



       
         
       
        

Tess climbed in, turning to give me her hand which I flatly refused to take. I wasn't a fucking invalid. Sure my heart had stopped a few times under torture. Sure my legs held more stitches than I wanted to count, but I wasn't dead. I could climb into a goddamn helicopter unassisted.

That didn't stop a shove from Franco on my ass as I bent forward. I stumbled inside, swallowing my groan of pain. Everything heated, flaring with discomfort. Steadying myself, I muttered, "You obviously don't like having thumbs. Do that again and I'll make it an even missing pair for you."

Franco laughed. "Just helping an old man. Doing my civil duty."

Asshole.

Grabbing his arm, I yanked him unceremoniously into the cabin. He landed with a thud, cursing.

"Oops. Didn't know you were so delicate. Just repaying the favour."

Franco looked up, his emerald eyes sparking with laughter. "Not as delicate as you. You know, I'm getting over seeing you naked, Mercer. Hanging upside down like that. I have to say, I wasn't impressed."

The joke barbed, but I knew what he was doing. He'd been in charge of finding me alive-not just because it was his job, but because he genuinely cared for Tess. No one wanted a grieving wife on their watch.

The sparring was a way of unwinding-dispelling the anxiety of the past few days. With my lips twisted into a smile, I pulled my leg back-fully intending to kick him.

Tess looked at us in horror. "Are you trying to send yourself back to the hospital? Stop it!" Her blue-grey eyes flashed as she sat down in one of the eight chairs situated much like an airplane cabin. "Both of you."

Franco smirked, climbing to his feet. "Better listen to your woman, boss. She's got you on a tight leash. Don't want to disobey." He smacked me on the back. My eyes watered with residual agony from the baseball bat injuries.

Repaying the favour, I planted a heavy hand on his healing shoulder. "Least I have a woman. I feel sorry for your cock. Which hand did you use to jerk off? Left or right? Guess not having a thumb is going to be a bitch for that."

Franco swung, missing my jaw as I ducked. We were both breathing hard with pain, but broke into laughter.

Tess rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "I don't get it. Does everything have to be a competition between you two?"

We answered together, "Yes." Franco added, "Just giving him payback. He owes me a thumb and until he pays up, his ass is mine." His chest puffed, lowering himself carefully into a chair. "He's alive because of me-he owes me. Big time."

I chuckled. We'd survived a lot in the past few days. If we couldn't laugh about it what was the fucking point. 

Tess held up her finger, pointing at us as if we were incompetent children. "You're forgetting I killed Lynx. If anyone owns Q's ass, it's me." Standing, she crossed the small distance between us and blatantly grabbed my left ass cheek with her fingernails.

I jolted under her hold; my cock-who'd been too much of a fucking pussy to twitch till now-thickened under her intense gaze. I'd wanted her in the hospital but this was different. My system wasn't layered with drugs. I didn't care about my pain-all I cared about was sinking inside her.

"You're mine. Are we clear?" Her lips parted, recognising the paralyzing cloud of lust between us. I wanted her. Naked. Screaming. Coming.

Dropping my hand, I grabbed her in the exact place she held me. Dragging her close, I whispered, "If we're still on the topic of whose ass belongs to whom, esclave, don't forget-this … " I trailed my fingers possessively to her crack. "This is mine. And I'm taking it the moment you're my wife."

She bit her lip, eyes sparking with grey fire.

The captain and co-pilot finished their pre-flight checks, turning to look down the small gangway. "Eh, are you ready to leave?"

I let Tess go, never taking my eyes off her. She wobbled a little, sitting back down. Turning to face the flight deck, I nodded. "Yes, we're ready."

The rotor blades kicked into gear. The turbines went from silent to screeching.

"Great. Please sit back, relax, and enjoy the journey."

There would be no relaxing, not after Tess's tease.