Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 764: Flight Back Home

Natalya’s cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, her breath hitching just slightly as my words lingered in the air between us. She glanced toward the front of the SUV, where Polina and Alisa sat, their postures rigid and professional, though I caught the faintest flicker of a smirk on Polina’s lips.

Natalya’s fingers tightened around mine, her voice dropping to a whisper. ”You’re impossible,” she murmured, though the way her body leaned into mine betrayed her amusement—and something deeper.

I chuckled, pressing a quick, possessive kiss to her temple before the SUV rolled to a stop on the private airstrip. The sleek, white body of the private jet gleamed under the bright runway lights, its engines already humming in anticipation.

The driver’s door opened, and Alisa stepped out first, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings before she gave a nod to Polina. Natalya and I followed, stepping out into the cool night air, the scent of jet fuel and ocean salt filling my lungs.

The interior of the plane was all luxury—plush leather seats, polished wood accents, and soft, ambient lighting that cast everything in a warm glow. Natalya settled into one of the seats near the front, her body relaxing as she buckled in.

Polina and Alisa took their places across from her, their postures alert but comfortable, like they’d done this a hundred times before.

Katerina, however, remained by the door, her stance rigid, her eyes sharp as she kept watch, her hand resting near the pistol at her hip. She didn’t sit. She didn’t relax. She was a sentinel, ever-vigilant, her loyalty absolute.

I took the seat beside Natalya, my arm draped over the back of hers, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her shoulder. ”They’ll be here soon,” I murmured, my voice low, as if sensing her impatience.

Natalya nodded, her gaze flicking to the window as the runway lights blurred in the distance. ”I know,” she said, her voice soft, though there was a hint of anticipation in her tone. ”But I’d rather not waste a second more than we have to.”

I smirked, my thumb brushing against her collarbone. ”Patience, wife,” I teased, my voice a dark purr. ”Good things come to those who wait.”

She rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched into a smile. ”Since when do you believe in waiting?” she shot back, her voice playful.

Before I could retort, the sound of footsteps echoed from the staircase at the front of the plane. Diana and Irene appeared first, their postures alert, their eyes scanning the cabin before they stepped aside. And then—Yelena and Claire followed, their faces brightening as they spotted Natalya and me.

”Finally!” Yelena exclaimed, her voice lively, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she practically bounded toward us. ”We were starting to think you’d left without us!”

Claire followed, her steps more measured but no less eager, a soft smile playing on her lips. ”You wouldn’t dare,” she said, her voice teasing, though there was a hint of relief in her tone.

Natalya laughed, standing to pull them both into a quick, affectionate hug. ”As if I’d leave my favorite troublemakers behind,” she said, her voice warm, playful.

Yelena grinned, her arms wrapping around Natalya before she turned to me, her eyes sparkling. ”So, husband,” she purred, her voice mocking, ”you going to show us how fast this plane can go?”

I chuckled, my gaze flicking to Claire, who had settled into the seat across from us, her expression calm but her eyes bright with amusement. ”Oh, I think we’ll be going fast enough,” I said, my voice low, promising, as the engines roared to life and the plane began to move toward the runway.

Katerina finally moved from her post by the door, taking a seat near the back of the cabin, her gaze never fully relaxing, her vigilance unbroken. Polina and Alisa exchanged a knowing glance, their smirks subtle but undeniable, as if they’d heard this all before.

The plane lifted with a smooth, powerful surge, the engines roaring as we climbed into the night sky. The city lights below shrank into a glittering carpet, the world outside the window dissolving into a sea of stars.

I leaned back in my seat, my arm tightening around Natalya as the cabin settled into the steady hum of flight. ”Buckle up,” I murmured, my voice a dark promise, ”this is going to be a long flight.”

Natalya didn’t waste a second.

The moment the plane started flying smoothly after taking off, she unbuckled hers with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Before I could react, she straddled my lap, her hands resting on my shoulders, her body pressing against mine in a way that was both a challenge and a claim.

”Since we’ve got time,” she purred, her voice husky, ”I thought I’d make sure you remember who your first wife is.”

Claire and Yelena, who had been quietly chatting across from us, paused mid-conversation. Their eyes snapped to Natalya, their expressions a mix of amusement and mock outrage.

”Little sister Natalya,” Claire said, her voice teasing but firm, ”are you trying to provoke us?”

She leaned forward, her fingers tapping against the armrest, her gaze locking onto Natalya with a playful warning. ”Jack is our husband too, remember?”

Yelena grinned, her eyes sparking with mischief as she crossed her arms, her tone light but challenging. ”Yeah, Natalya. You can’t just claim him all to yourself.”

Natalya laughed, her fingers tracing the collar of my shirt, her voice bold and unapologetic. ”But I came first,” she said, her smirk deepening, ”so I’m the eldest sister. And that means you have to listen to me.”

Yelena snorted, shaking her head. ”Oh, please,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement, ”since when do you get to pull the eldest sister card?”

Claire chuckled, her gaze flicking to me, her tone playful. ”She’s got a point, though. You did come first, Natalya. But that doesn’t mean you get to hoard him.”

Natalya leaned in, her lips brushing my ear, her voice a whisper meant only for me. ”Watch me,” she murmured, before turning back to them with a smug smile. ”Besides, I’m not hoarding him. I’m just... reminding him who his first love was.”