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“Yeaaah, we’re goin’ to Miami.” Jagger rolled his hips like he was grinding in a club—shit, maybe in his head he was.
“And what does that mean? You don’t stress in Miami?” I said.
“Damn right,” Killian said. “Impossible to stress in paradise. We’re gonna write, record, drink, spend every spare second on the beach—”
“And prowl at night.” Jagger high-fived Slade, and I had to shake my head. Easy as that, huh?
The pilot came on over the intercom, announcing we’d be taking off momentarily, and as the others buckled themselves in, Viper cocked his head at me.
“You still look nervous, Angel. I bet I know something that’d take your mind off those worries.” With the heated stare he was giving me, my eyes widened. What the hell was he doing?
Viper swung his champagne glass back and forth, holding it by the stem, and then he grinned. “Once we take off, how about I introduce you to the mile-high club?”
My mouth fell open. Did he really just say that in front of the others? Uh, what was I supposed to say to that? I knew what I wanted to say, but…
A chuckle met my ears, Killian shaking his head and throwing one of the pillows in Viper’s direction. “Ignore him. He asks everyone,” he said.
“Everyone, huh?” I said, raising a brow as my shoulders relaxed. “Anyone ever take you up on it?”
Slade snorted. “Oh yeah.”
“The flight attendant from the trip to Chicago,” Jagger said. “Had to grab my own damn food on that trip.”
“And the manager from… Who’s that band that opened for us in Dallas? Something stick…” Killian snapped his fingers and pointed at Viper. “Stage Trick. That’s it. He wasn’t even supposed to be on the damn plane.”
Slade laughed. “Shit yeah. And then—”
“Okay, we’re done here. Thanks for the trip down memory lane, assholes,” Viper said.
“Someone’s gotta remind you. With so many to remember, it’s gotta be a little crowded up there.” Killian tapped the side of his head, and under his breath, Viper cursed.
So Viper got around. That wasn’t exactly news to me. I’d known what I was getting myself into, but hearing the others talk about it so casually, jokingly, made me glad about his status, because it was taking the focus off what I was doing with him. Or half doing at this point.
Like he knew what I was thinking, Viper shrugged, and as the guys continued, I settled back in the most comfortable plane seat I’d ever been in. A plush recliner was hands down the way to travel, and as the plane began to race down the runway, I found my eyelids growing heavy from the lack of sleep. In a few hours, we’d be away from the cold of New York and welcomed into the warm, sunny arms of Miami, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
“WAKEY, WAKEY, SLEEPIN’ beauty.” The low, rough sound of Viper’s voice by my ear had my eyes opening.
Sometime during the three-hour flight, my mind had veered off into dangerous territory. I had gone from a relaxing sleep to a wicked-hot dream. One where Viper had taken me to the back of the plane and introduced me to the mile-high club that he seemed to be a VIP member of.
As his face came into view now, my eyes automatically searched out the lips that had just spoken. The ones I could still feel on my neck from the dream, as he’d followed me into the larger-than-average restroom, shoved me up against one of the walls, unzipped my jeans, and taken me.
My cock kicked at the thought, clearly liking the idea of having Viper in control of me, as I recalled in vivid detail how those lips had felt as they’d moved to my shoulder, his teeth biting into the tense muscle there—
“We’re here,” Viper said, his mouth curving in a crooked smile, as though he knew where my mind had gone, and when my gaze flew back to his, I realized just how close he was and where we were, and immediately shifted away from him.
Viper chuckled, and that didn’t do anything to help my…condition.
“Relax, Angel.” Viper took one of my curls and wound it around his index finger. “The others are out in the car.”
I glanced over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t screwing with me; Viper wasn’t exactly the king of discretion. But when all I saw was an empty plane, I brought my eyes back to his and said, “Then we should go. Shouldn’t we?”
“Probably.”
“Probably?”
“Yeah, probably. The guys have been waiting a little while now, but when I came back here to get you, and heard you groaning in your sleep”—Viper tugged on the curl around his finger—“I decided to sit here and watch you for a minute…or five.”
Oh my God. If the ground wanted to open up and swallow me right now, that would be A-okay with me.
