Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,1

singsong voice ran right through me just as Gia stirred in my arms. I knew well enough what would come next—possessive Beauty claiming her man. I wouldn’t wish her sass mouth or Italian temper on anyone. However, watching her in action thrilled me to no end.

A hiss left Gia’s lips and she straightened instantly in my lap. “Oh, is that right…” Her eye zeroed in on her name tag. “Emmeee.” Venom dripped from her voice like a snake moments before it devours its prey. Oh, fuck. Gia’s body leaned toward Emmy, and if I didn’t calm her down now, we’d have an emergency landing in the middle of the ocean just to keep this wannabe alive.

I gently squeezed her hips, letting her know it was fine. We were fine.

She nudged me away. “I don’t think so, doll. I’m the one who fulfills his requests. And I don’t have to try…I’m always at my best.” She tapped her finger against her chin. “What’s that saying… ‘When you’ve had the best you forget the rest’?” she spat out sarcastically. And then mumbled under her breath, “Fucking fan girls…gonna cut a bitch. I swear to fuck I will.”

Stock-still, mouth gaped open in shock, Emmy uttered, “I…umm…I didn’t mean it like that. I was just offering you your complimentary meal and refreshments.” She lied, but tried her best to reassure Gia. Little did she know, that would never happen. Our past still lurked in the crevices of her mind like a night stalker. The task of building her confidence fell solely on me. It was the business. Girls were always throwing themselves at musicians. It was deeply rooted in the industry, and the more famous you were…the more obsessive and desperate the fans became.

Engagement and marriage be damned.

Gia’s head tilted to the side as she considered what the girl said and laughed. “Please, don’t insult me. Do I have ‘dumb bitch’ in a bubble above my head?” she asked and waited as Emmy shook her head. “You bitches say the same thing and live by the same code of ethics. Which are non-existent in your little, pathetic, slutty worlds. See this?” Gia held up the rock that sparkled on her finger. “Taken.” Then placed her hand on her swollen baby bump. “And really taken—hard.”

I pulled Beauty closer to me when she tried to stand up. Jesus, the fucking hormones made her beyond irrational.

Emmy’s face paled and her cheeks pinked all at once. Gia managed to scare and embarrass her in one sitting. She feigned a wary smile. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. Again, not my intention. Let’s try this again. Can I offer you both anything from the breakfast cart this morning?” Gia’s point made; there wasn’t another word between them. Emmy simply started to remove our trays from the upright position to place food in front of us…mainly Gia.

Without another word, she uncovered the tray of eggs benedict and offered it to Gia. Sure as shit that would satisfy Gia and this whole fiasco would blow over—hopefully.

Gia grabbed it from her and tried to slide over to her seat to enjoy the meal before her. However, I held her in place and ground my cock into her ass. Her little display of dominance had a hardening effect on me.

She turned and rolled her eyes at me…typical Beauty. However, she redirected her attention to Emmy. “That is all. And leave that cart of heaven right where it is.”

Emmy just nodded and walked back to the galley up front, closing the curtain behind her. There were some definite perks to flying private as opposed to commercial. Privacy and comfort for sure. But, being able to fuck my girl on a whim was priceless to me and high on my priority list right now.

Gia swallowed a mouthful and sighed in contentment before she turned to address me with a raised eyebrow. “Seriously?”

I shrugged, giving her the smile she loved. “I’m a man,” I said, and then gave a slow thrust against her ass once more to make my point.

She laughed. “You’re a cave-beast of a man, you mean. Can I finish my breakfast?”

“Is that yet another new acronym for me?” My cock pulsed twice against her tight little ass, eager to have her finish him. “If you must.”

She elbowed me and my breath left in a whoosh. However, her obstinate behavior did nothing but tighten my balls. “Reel it in, will ya? A girl’s got to eat and this girl is starving. Then, I’ll concentrate