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I sigh. “Same shit.”
“She still claiming you cheated on her?”
I nod, running my hand over my face. “I found out the guy she cheated on me with works in my company. Or he used to. Apparently, he was a disgruntled employee because he had to work his way up, and I didn’t promote him last year.”
“You’re serious?”
“Deadly.”
“Man, that’s shit. Good job we’re about to spend a good few days getting fucked up in Vegas then,” Aaron sing songs.
I laugh along with the others, but in reality, I’m exhausted enough that I’d sit by the pool every day and sleep. My shoulders ache and my brain feels heavy from working so much. Having said that, being around this lot will be good for me. I need to let off some steam, and they’re the best kind of fun.
I glance around the plush private plane, and my eyes land on Zoey. When our gazes connect, I catch the faint pink flush creeping up her cheeks as she looks away, and I smile. I didn’t expect to see another woman on the trip since I know neither of the guys have partners. But fuck, Zoey… I haven’t seen her up close since the night she flirted with me at Liam Taylor’s wedding, which she’s clearly forgotten about. Plus, she didn’t seem to remember me from when we were kids. Yeah, that might’ve dented my ego a little because I remember a lot about her, like her wild hair she never tamed, her rainbow braces that decorated her teeth for a year and how she was adorably shy about them. Or those bright pink Converse she wore all the time. But now, the reality of an adult Zoey in front of me? She’s fucking hot. Tight little body, showcased in a blue bodysuit, a delectable arse cupped in black denim shorts, and those sexy little cowboy boots… Yeah, I’m trying to act as cool as possible, but my insides are heating up. She’s any man’s wet dream. But she’s one hundred per cent off limits, and eye-fucking her is all I’ll do this weekend.
I place my AirPods back in, closing my eyes again while I try and get some sleep and push the thoughts of the hot little blonde out of my head.
A loud thud has my eyes springing open, and I look out the window and see… tarmac. That can’t be right. Glancing at my watch, it lights up when I tap it, and I notice I’ve been asleep for ten hours. I’ve never slept on a flight before, but I’ve also never slept that long, even in my own bed.
I extend my arms and let my body stretch, relishing the burn.
“There he is, sleeping beauty,” Max teases as he unfastens his seat belt and stands.
I stand too, picking up my AirPods that had fallen out and returning them to their case. “Mate, I’ve never slept that long on a plane.”
“You’ve been working like an animal. I’m not surprised.” He slaps my shoulder and smiles.
“Now you’ve had all your beauty sleep,princess, you ready for Vegas?” Aaron asks whilst shouting the last part and whooping and shaking my shoulders. Aaron is a pure party animal; works hard, plays harder kind of guy. If you need a good time, he’s the one you call.
“Aaron, I feel like you and I are kindred spirits. We live for the chaos,” Zoey declares, standing in the middle of the aisle looking at him incredulously. Those denim shorts are more like scraps of material. I’m sure if she bent over, I’d be able to see the curve of her arse cheeks. When she notices me staring, she tugs at the hem of them, and I avert my gaze, hoping her brothers didn’t see me.
“Yeah, we do baby!” Aaron hoots loudly.
“Coming from the queen of chaos. You, my dear sister, know how to have the most fun. I’ve seen you on a night out. You’re wild.” Owen says, poking at her shoulder ahead of us.
I hum a laugh, watching Zoey playfully swat her brother. Collecting my carry-on bag, everyone passes in front of me before walking towards the exit at the front of the plane, trailing behind Zoey. My eyes drop far too many times to her toned legs. I’m going to need to find myself a girl, and pronto. I haven’t had a lot of sex lately, not since Vanessa and I broke up over eight months ago, and it’s showing in my ogling of Max and Owen’s sister.
“Oh shit, wait,” Zoey exclaims as she spins and collides directly with my chest. I let out anoofnoise. Even though the impact was tiny, it surprised me more than anything. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you okay?”
Her delicate hand rests on my pec, and searing heat pulses through my t-shirt. I look down at where she’s touching me, and her eyes widen, but she doesn’t remove it. “Sorry about that too, I mean, touching you. Not that I don’t want to touch you. I don’t think you have diseases or anything. Oh God, I didn’t mean that. I’m sure you’re as clean as a whistle.” Our eyes connect, hers wild and panicked, mine simmering with amusement. “Please stop me.”
She tries to pull her hand back, but I place mine on top and squeeze gently. “Why would I do that? You’re cute when you ramble.”
“Oh…” She blushes again, looking at our connected hands, then back to my eyes. “I’m so nervous when I’m on a plane. I guess it’s leftover nerves.” She exhales, but it’s rough and has an edge of a shudder.
“Zoey, do you need to get something?” I ask in a low voice.
Tugging her hand from under mine, her clear blue eyes widen again as she obviously remembers. “Yes, my headphones. I think I left them in the little seat compartment.” She points behind me, and I stand to the side of the aisle as she brushes past me. I watch her as she bends over and gives me a glimpse of that perfectly peachy arse I’ve been obsessing over since we got on the plane, and fuck, it’s better than I thought it could be. I stifle a groan, and Max slaps my chest, gaining my attention.
“Dude, stop ogling my sister,” he announces loud enough that I know Zoey heard him.
She snaps up. “Found them,” she says, tucking them into her pocket. She walks towards me with a devilish look in her eyes, brushing her body past mine slowly, torturously slowly. Only the lightest of grazes against our clothed bodies when she stops in front of me, and my gaze immediately drops to her lips. My first thought, like it has been the whole plane ride is,Fuck, she’s hot.My second thought?Do not get a boner, do not get a boner.
“Zoey,” I say with a little more warning than I’d meant. It’s taking every bit of self-control not to grab her hips and push us closer because she’s only just touching me, and it’s not enough.
She smiles victoriously like she knows exactly what I’m thinking. “Maybe my rambling isn’t the only thing you like?”
I scratch at my beard to distract from the groan building. I guess her brother was right; she is a bit wild. And I think I like it.
