Chapter 53 - Homecoming

The low hum of the jet engine was a lullaby after the passionate chaos of the morning. Steve felt pleasantly drained, his body heavy and satisfied as he lounged on the plush cabin couch. Mia was curled against one side of him, her head on his shoulder, her magnificent 36DD breasts a soft, warm weight against his arm. Zoé was pressed against his other side, her hand resting possessively on his thigh. On the screen, some action movie played, but Steve wasn’t watching. He was soaking in the feeling of them, his women, his fiancés, the word still sending a thrill through him.

He could hear the soft murmurs of Heather and Susan playing cards at the table, the occasional laugh from Rachel as she flicked through the pages of her book. Charlotte and Evelyn were sprawled across two of the plush recliners, their breathing slow and even as they dozed, wrapped in the warmth of the cabin. At the head of the plane’s cabin, Sophia, Violet, Lily, and Nora huddled together, their voices a low hum of excitement as they debated what they wanted to do once they touched down.

The plane continued to hum gently through the sky, a cocoon of satiated contentment, carrying them home.

The jet touched down smoothly in Raleigh, the cool night air a refreshing change from the plane’s controlled atmosphere. Steve lingered for a moment, stepping into the cockpit to thank the pilots for the safe journey. “You guys were amazing,” he said with a genuine smile, shaking their hands before rejoining his group.

The women were already gathering their belongings, a flurry of laughter and chatter as they made their way off the plane. The baggage handlers were quick to assist, and soon they were wheeling a mountain of luggage through the quiet airport toward the long-term parking lot. The hum of the night was punctuated by the occasional distant chirp of crickets, and the air carried a crisp, almost autumnal bite.

Their cars waited in a neat row, their polished surfaces glinting under the soft glow of the parking lot lights. The women piled into their respective vehicles, their voices carrying on the night breeze as they discussed the drive home. Steve took a deep breath, savoring the cool air before sliding into the driver’s seat of his car, the familiar leather steering wheel a comforting presence in his hands.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, the caravan of luxury vehicles cut through the quiet streets of Raleigh, heading toward the warmth and familiarity of home. The night was calm, the road ahead lit by the steady beams of their headlights, carrying them back to where it all began.

Pulling into the driveway, Steve felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. The house stood as it always had—a familiar silhouette against the night sky, its warm glow welcoming him back. Despite the decadence and indulgence of Paris, there was something deeply comforting about returning to his childhood home. It might have been too small now for their growing family, but it still held a sentimental value that no luxury penthouse could ever replace.

The jet lag hit them like a wave as they settled into the quiet house, the familiar scent of lemon polish and old wood wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Susan moved with practiced ease, heading straight for the thermostat. “I’ll get the air going. It’s stuffy in here,” she said, her voice soft but firm. The others nodded, their energy drained from the long day of travel.

Mia and Zoé claimed Steve as their cuddling partners for the night, their bodies pressing close to his as they made their way to the bedroom. The cool sheets felt like a sanctuary as they climbed into bed, the weight of the day melting away. Steve’s hands began to wander almost instinctively, his touch gentle but insistent as he teased their bodies awake.

He started with Mia, his mouth finding her clit with practiced precision. Her soft moans filled the room, her hands tangling in his hair as he worked her to her first climax. Then it was Zoé’s turn, her legs parting eagerly as he dove in, savoring her taste as his fingers sawed in and out of her, drawing out her pleasure until she trembled beneath him. He didn’t stop until each of them had come twice, their cries mingling in the dimly lit room.

Finally, Steve turned his attention to Mia once more, his need growing urgent. He kissed her deeply as he entered her, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer as she whispered his name. His passion built with every thrust until he could hold back no longer, spilling himself inside her with a groan of satisfaction.