Chapter 402: Five at the Airport

Outside the room, Mia still had not slept.

Daisy’s moans came through the door in uneven waves, soft at first, then sharper, then broken into something messy and satisfied. Mia lay on her back staring at the ceiling, listening longer than she meant to. For a second the thought of walking over and joining them crossed her mind clear and simple. She shut it down. Not tonight. She stayed where she was and waited for the house to go quiet again.

Inside the room, Daisy was still catching her breath.

Her body felt heavy and open. Lucas’s cum leaked slowly from her pussy onto her thigh in warm drops. She could still feel the stretch of him inside her, the way she had taken him deep and kept him there. Lucas held her against his chest, one arm around her back, and kissed the side of her head once before both of them drifted under.

Morning came soft.

Lucas woke first to the weight of Daisy still half on top of him, her cheek against his shoulder, one leg thrown over his. When she stirred and opened her eyes, the first thing she did was smile.

She shifted just enough to kiss him.

"Are you still going?"

Lucas kissed her back, slower this time, then eased out from under her and sat up.

"Yeah."

He stood, grabbed a towel, and headed for the bathroom. The shower was quick. When he came back out with the towel around his waist, Debbie and Mia were already in the doorway.

"We were about to wake you," Mia said.

Her eyes went past him to the bed. Daisy was still there, sitting up against the pillows with the sheet only half covering her, smiling on purpose. The look she gave them was soft and a little mean at the same time.

Debbie’s mouth twitched.

"Good morning to you too."

Daisy only stretched, unbothered.

What should have been a simple dressing and packing turned into thirty minutes of interference. Mia held up shirts like she was judging fabric under courtroom light. Debbie checked the fit of a jacket that did not need checking. More than once Mia’s hand brushed lower than necessary under the excuse of seeing whether the trousers sat right. Lucas caught her wrist the second time.

"Mia."

"What? I’m helping."

"You’re not helping."

Daisy laughed from the bed and finally got up to pull on a gown. By the time they finished, Lucas had a bag packed, clothes on, and less patience than he started with.

They took him downstairs.

Richelle was already in the kitchen with Gracie. The smell of food hit before the conversation did.

"You’re up," Richelle said, glancing over. "Sit. Eat."

Lucas sat. The four of them filled the seats around him while Richelle and Gracie finished bringing things over. The talk stayed light on the surface and heavy underneath. Every few minutes somebody circled back to the same point without saying it directly. He was leaving. The house would feel different by afternoon.

When he finished eating, the clock had already pushed into the afternoon.

"I need to go," Lucas said.

Richelle wiped her hands.

"I’ll drop you."

That was better than a cab and he knew it. He nodded.

The second he stood, Mia spoke.

"I’m coming."

Debbie did not even pause.

"Me too."

Daisy smiled.

"Obviously."

Gracie looked around the table, then at the empty house stretching behind them.

"I’m not staying here alone. This place is too big."

Lucas looked at all five of them.

"The car won’t fit that."

Nobody cared.

Outside, he tried for the front seat.

Nobody allowed it.

"Back," Mia said.

"You’re not driving," Debbie added.

"And you’re not sitting alone," Daisy finished.

Gracie took the front beside Richelle like the matter had already been settled. Lucas ended up in the middle of the back seat with Daisy on one side, Mia on the other, and Debbie pressed in close enough that their shoulders and thighs stayed touching the whole ride. Soft bodies, perfume, and continuous talk filled the car until there was almost no air left for silence.

"You better come back soon," Mia said.

"Define soon," Lucas answered.

"Before we start causing problems."

Debbie leaned in.

"She’s not joking."

Daisy rested her hand on his thigh and left it there.

"Text when you land."

Richelle drove with steady hands, but the girls still complained every time the car moved too efficiently through traffic.

"Slow down."

"We’re not late."

"We still have him for a few more minutes."

Richelle glanced at them in the mirror.

"I’m taking him to a plane, not a picnic."

"Same thing today," Daisy muttered.

By the time they reached Silvermont International Airport, the complaints flipped direction.

"You drove too fast."

"I barely got to talk."

"Next time we’re leaving earlier so you can’t rush."

Richelle parked and got out with the rest of them. All five followed Lucas into the terminal like a small, well-dressed problem.

Heads turned.

It was not subtle. Lucas walking through an airport was one thing. Lucas in the middle of five beautiful women was another. People stared without pretending otherwise. Phones lifted a little too carefully. Conversations paused mid-sentence.

Gracie drew the sharpest reaction.

A few people clearly recognized her. Fans. Curious faces. One girl actually took a half-step forward before freezing under the weight of the whole group. Nobody approached. The numbers around Lucas made it feel safer to look than to try.

Then Lucas saw Bennett.

She was already waiting near the private access point, dressed clean and sharp, bag at her side, expression composed until her eyes landed on the full picture in front of her.

First she saw him.

Then she saw the five women with him.

Bennett’s gaze moved once across Daisy, Mia, Debbie, Richelle, and Gracie, taking in the closeness, the way they stood around him, the fact that none of them looked temporary. Something unreadable passed through her face before she smoothed it away and waited for him to reach her.