Chapter 28 - Mile High Club

**Serena**

I leaned back in my seat in the airplane trying not to look as awestruck as I felt. I knew Paul was rich. By extension, that meant his brothers were also rich, but even though I lived in luxury in the penthouse and the guys all had really nice cars, I had not realized the extent of their wealth until my eyes captured the sleek plane awaiting us on the tarmac.

A pilot and stewardess stood next to the stairs and greeted us as we boarded. The stewardess was very pretty, and I narrowed my eyes as we got closer. Mile high club anyone? No way the guys hadn’t fucked her every time they went somewhere. My suspicions were high, and I had trust issues. Being lied to and having your man going on dates behind your back would do that to a girl. But I had it times two.
Garrett was the only one speaking to me. Devon and Paul kept quite the whole ride here, which didn’t take long. Since this was a private airfield, there were no lines, and we drove right to the hanger where the car would stay until we got back. I didn’t know how Paul even wanted to fly commercial when he had this at his fingertips.

I was introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Adrian Strong. The pilot and stewardess were married. To each other. I let out a sigh. Would I always be so suspicious and skeptical about everything concerning them now? And I wasn’t joking earlier when I asked Garrett if he would be next to hurt me in some way. He had been so sweet with his declarations. So devout in his worship of me. I wanted to believe that I could go through this life free of pain and heartache, but the world had taught me some hard lessons. Nothing and no one was perfect. Money didn’t buy happiness. I’d rather be poor than go through this shit again. For real.

This was my first time flying and I’m glad I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it. My fingers gripped the armrests as we lifted into the air. Garrett was next to me and he took my hand. I squeezed him hard, and he squeezed back. The flight would only take a few hours, and a car would be waiting for us to drive up the mountain. I was intrigued about the idea of staying in a cabin deep in the woods. But if I knew one thing about these guys, it was that they didn’t seem the type to rough it.

Once in the air I released my death grip on Garrett’s hand, but didn’t let go entirely. A ding indicated that we could remove our seatbelts, and I did gratefully. It was bad enough we were in a box in the sky, I didn’t want to be chained in it as well.

Garrett held my hand, his thumb rubbing the top affectionately. The plane held about ten people, if the number of seats were any indication. We had our seats in the back on one side while both Devon and Paul sat up front on the other. The silence was deafening. Normally we would be chatting and joking. This sucked.

Garrett asked if I wanted a tour. My interest was piqued. What could there be to tour? But I got up when he did, and we headed to a hallway in the back of the plane. There was a bathroom with a shower, and it wasn’t small either, as I had imagined it would be.

The next doorway was a small kitchen which intrigued me. How do you cook on an airplane? But then he led me to one last door, and I gasped. There was a king-sized bed and built in cabinets for storage. A small window in one side allowed you to view the sky.

Garrett settled on the bed and watched me poke around the room. When I finally looked up at him, I shivered. His eyes were black with lust, and I knew what he wanted. We hadn’t made love last night or today. It was probably the longest I had gone without sex since I had met Paul. Satisfying three men was a lot of work, but very pleasurable. I went over to him and stepped between his legs.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in close. I dipped my head down for a kiss and Papa did not disappoint me. He was a great kisser. His lips strong and firm, nibbled on mine before he thrust his tongue inside. I ran my fingers into his hair as he seduced me with his mouth now roaming down my neck to suck at the delicate skin there. I moaned. It didn’t take long for him to get me out of the pity party frame of mind I had been in. All of my attention was focused on what his mouth was doing to me. His hands roamed up my shirt until he reached the globes he was searching for. His big palms captured and squeezed, but that wasn’t enough contact for him. He released me quickly and pulled my shirt over my head and groaned. My bra was silky lace and pushed my girls up. You could see my nipples through the fabric. The hard little buttons pointed straight at Papa.

I reached behind me to unsnap the catch and they bounced a little, the fabric catching on my nipples.

“So fucking pretty,” Papa said reverently. He clasped them in his palms again, his rough callouses scraping delicate skin. I loved the friction and the excitement in his eyes. One way the guys never disappointed me was in the bedroom.

He turned me towards the bed and laid me down on the edge, my feet hanging down to the floor, so he could hover over me. He bent down to take a nipple in his mouth. I cried out, forgetting where we were, and arched against him. He lavished my breasts with the attention of his fingers and mouth, sucking and pinching until my pussy was soaking my panties.

“Papa!” I moaned to let him know I was ready for him.

He began to strip me of my shoes and jeans as the door opened. Devon and Paul let themselves into the room. Devon went to sit in the only chair while Paul leaned against the wall by the door. They would be spectators only this go round. I hadn’t forgiven them so I wouldn’t let them touch me. They seemed to know this. I didn’t look into their eyes. I wanted them to see me. I didn’t want to see them. This was for Garrett and I alone.

Papa knelt between down between my legs and breathed me in. He seemed to love the smell of my arousal, because that was a frequent thing he did. He pushed my thighs open and held them as he took his first lick of my center. I heard Devon moan. He liked going down on me too and often brought me to orgasm that way. I missed his fat cock, but I didn’t want to think about that.

Garrett worked my pussy with his fingers while he sucked my clit and I climaxed quickly. The thought of all three of them here – my daddies – turned me the fuck on.

I was about to join the mile high club.