Page 2 of Eat. Prey. Love.
“Princess,” Felix rumbles as he looks up from his reading again. “Are you feeling shaky again?”
“No,” I lie as I pet Jinx carefully. I don’t want them to see my hand shaking. I hate feeling weak and being afraid of this stupid flight makes my bunny furious. Unfortunately, no amount of breathing or visualization helps, so I don’t have an option. “I’m good, babe.”
“Liar, liar, pants on fire…” Fitz sing-songs as he gets up in my face. “We can smell fear, silly rabbit. You can too, and the fact that you forget this shit all the time is hysterical.”
Goddamn it. Bruno and Lucille teaching menothingabout being a shifter bites me in the ass again.
Throwing my hands up, I pout. “Fine.Fine. I hate this. Nothing about it is natural and everything you told me only makes me question why anyone ever does this shit on a regular basis. I’m over-thinking it, but I can’t help it.”
Rennie sits up for a second, tilting his head as he grins wickedly. “What I’m hearing is you need to turn your brain off,ma petite.”
Jinx jumps off my lap in a snit, disliking the nervous energy damn near making me vibrate in my seat. I frown and wrinkle my nose as I suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes. My brain is definitely in overdrive and I can’t seem to stop it.”
There’s a moment when they all exchange their weird dude eyebrow thing and Felix puts down his tablet with a slow, heated grin. “Then we’ll distract you, Princess.”
I used to hate that damn nickname, but now, it makes my thighs clench.
His chair turns to face me and he leans his bare forearms on his knees as he smirks. “Gentlemen, get her more comfortable.”
Before I can blink, Fitz has me lifted out of my chair, carrying me into the open space in the middle of the seating area. He plops on the ground with me on his lap, his hands tugging my tee-shirt up and over my head quickly. Rennie uncoils from his chair as well, stalking over to kneel beside us and rubs his cheek on my head. When Aubrey drops to his knees as well, my eyes widen.
Oh boy.
“We have you, snack size,” he murmurs before ducking his head to kiss me roughly. My response is a low groan as desire unfurls in my gut, displacing the anxiety that was curled there. Big hands cup my face as his tongue sweeps through my mouth and I barely notice Fitz shucking my sweat pants to leave me almost naked.
A pleased rumble echoes in the room and when I pull away from my grumpy dragon, Fitz yanks my chin until I’m looking at him. “Baby Girl, what the holy fuck are you wearing under our baggy ass clothes?”
My cheeks flush. They destroy damn near every lingerie set I own on a daily basis, but my drawer never gets empty. I have no idea which one of them bought the naughty set I’m wearing today, only that it appeared in my drawer. “I don’t buy it; I just put it on when it appears, Fitzy.”
He laughs, nipping my ear as he arranges my body to lean against his with my thighs draped over his thick ones. “Which one of you kinky fucks bought this? Look at our girl all trussed up like an adorable fuckingsnack.”
Felix’s eyes roam over my heated skin first, taking in the tiny, pale pink panties trimmed in white lace with strings tied at the hips and a white bow. He can’t see the little white bunny tail on the ass, but his gaze roams over my soft belly up to the bra with a pleased rumble. The bra is just as useless function-wise, but the ruffly pink and white lace triangles cover my nipples at least. It ties behind my neck and has criss-crossed straps over my boobs, making the exposed cleavagelook even deeper. By the way his expression darkens, I guess leaving off the garter and choker that came with it was a good plan.
His expression is damn near feral.
“Ah,mes amis, look how adorable she is. It’s no great feat to assume which one of us procuredthismasterpiece,” Rennie says with a grin. He winks at me, pulling the hair tie off of his wrist to gather my long hair up for me as Fitz squeezes my tits. “She’s a pretty pink bunny all trussed up for us.”
I groan as Fitz sucks the cord of my neck until the skin definitely bruises. “I knew it was you, big guy. There’s a poofy tail on back,” I breathe out.
“How could I resist?” Aubrey smirks as he takes my foot in his hand, his large hands massaging it until my eyelids flutter. When I moan again, his lips curl up and Felix gapes at him. His chuckle is dark and he shrugs at the Raj. “She’s a fucking rabbit; rubbing her feet makes her let out almost as good a sound as Chessie’s desserts do.”
My eyes pop open and I glare at them all for a second. “Just rubbing them. They hurt a lot from training. The first person to put their mouth anywhere near them is getting punted to France ahead of the plane.”
That makes Fitz howl with laughter and I can feel him shake behind me. “Not a fan of footsie, eh, Baby Girl?”
I turn bright red, ducking my chin as I grumble. “I don’t like feet. Ask the big guy how long it took me to let him do this without kicking him in face.”
“So many tries,” he mutters.
Rennie makes an ‘ah-ha’ sound and I turn to see him grinning like a madman. “The black eye last month… he said a book tumbled off a high shelf and caught him in the face. Iknewthat sounded like bullshit.”
Swatting his arm, I grumble, “Shutup. I didn’tmeanto.”
Aubrey chuckles and leans in to place a kiss on my knee cap. “Forgiven, lunchable. Now, can we please spread you wide and make you scream until you have to nap for the rest of this flight?”
Felix blinks in his seat, then smothers a laugh in his hand. “She’s even got the goddamn dragon asking her to pretty please let him lick her pretty pink pussy. We’re all doomed.”
I bat my lashes at him as Fitz widens his legs to position mine. All the yoga we’re doing is making us both pretty flexible, so it’s not a full split, but it’s close. “I have all the power, right, Sir?”