Page 8 of One Timer With A Wingman

“I’m just nervous about flying,” I whisper.

“You really don’t need to be. My favorite part is when the plane takes off. It’s like a roller coaster filled with an adrenaline rush,” she explains.

“I hate roller coasters,” I state.

Lynsey winces. “But you love gymnastics. All those tucks and flips you do. That’s scary. Flying is easy.”

“Funny, because those flips and tucks make me happy. Being in the air when I have no control

sounds awful,” I say.

“Ah, so this is about giving up control,” she notes. “Sometimes it’s a good thing. Like when you’re having sex. Don’t you cede control?”

I bite my lip. I know Lynsey is trying to help. “No.”

“No?” she questions.

“Most guys couldn’t you know. . .” I can’t bring myself to say the words as we walk toward the gate. This hall is very long. It looks like it’s never-ending. By the way Lynsey’s jaw is dropped I am getting slightly uncomfortable.

“You haven’t orgasmed?” she asks, her voice a little loud.

Aaron is walking at least six feet in front of us. His head whips around and he looks at me, his green searing eyes zeroing in on me. The corner of his lips tips up and a mischievous glint fills his eyes. “Briar, are you guys talking about orgasms?”

“No,” I counter like I’m two.

“I heard you. You haven’t had an orgasm?” he asks, flabbergasted.

Lynsey has the decency to mouth, “Sorry.”

It’s too late. The cat is out of the bag.

“We aren’t talking about this, Aaron. Just go back to doing whatever it is you do, or think about, and act as if I’m not here,” I encourage.

Hawk and Jack slow down so they are walking beside us too. “Did I hear that right?” Jack asks.

I groan. “Guys, please drop it. We have to work together. We don’t want things getting weird.”

Hawk laughs. “Come on, Briar. You know we all hook up on occasion. We are all still happy at work because we’re relaxed with all the orgasms.” He waggles his brows.

What did I get myself into? This vacation is going to be an orgy not a party on the beach.

“Don’t look so sullen, Buttercup,” Aaron says.

Huh, Buttercup? Where did he come up with that one?

“We’re going to have one heck of a time,” he assures. I just want to run away from everyone.

We all reach the boarding area. Since there is still time, we take a seat together.

“I’m going to pee,” Sofia announces. “Nolan, can you watch my bags?”

He nods.

“Me too,” I say to him.

I join Sofia in the restroom because I really do need to pee. Taylor comes after us.

“OMG, Aaron wants you,” Taylor tells me from the next stall.

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