“Did you say something, Baseball Cap?” Thea asked.
I kept my eyes closed, mentally roaming her body as she withered on top of me in just her underwear. “No. No. I’m all good now.”
I felt Thea rustle beside me as she brought her attention back to Alyssa.
“Tanner bought the adjacent box to Devin’s,” Thea said.
“Really?” Alyssa asked, surprised.
“Yeah, he really wanted the entire family there and he was worried we’d take up too much space since we weren’t sure if Adam was bringing Autumn along. With Devin’s brood, he thought it was best to splurge a little.”
“Boxed seat with Thea’s family. Sounds official, James,” Aiden said lazily. “You proposing or something?”
As usual, Aiden had the ability to ruin a good thing. Here I was, trying to mind my own business and think about my girlfriend riding me to oblivion, and my ex-roommate was doing everything possible to stop that.
When I opened my eyes, Aiden was stretched out in his chair, his hand still under Lyss’s blanket, as he looked at me with utter nonchalance.
“No,” I drawled, but glanced at Thea, who met my look with a small smile. The same one that always managed to level me. We both knew what might happen tonight, but we weren’t about to tell anyone, especially Aiden, because we didn’t want the surprise spoiled.
Aiden leaned in close to Alyssa's ear, whispering something that made her eyes widen before she laughed, pushing at his chest half-heartedly. Whatever he said must have been convincing, because a moment later they both stood up.
“We're going to freshen up,” Alyssa announced, not meeting anyone's eyes directly. “We had lunch with Aiden’s dad before we picked you up, and I need to put on something a little more appropriate for the football game.”
I took in her wrinkled dress, and the goofy look in Aiden’s eyes. They weren’t fooling anyone. “Freshening up.” I rolled my eyes, making air quotes. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
Aiden just smirked, his hand already resting possessively on the small of Alyssa's back. “I'd invite you to join us, but...” He let his gaze drift to Thea beside me. “I don't think your fantasies ever included us.”
“Gross, Matthews,” Thea muttered, flipping through her notes with renewed focus.
He was right. I’d only ever fantasized about Thea… and Matty and Britt that one time Britt put a spell on me.
They disappeared down the narrow hallway toward the back of the jet, and a moment later, I heard the unmistakable sound of a door locking.
“Seriously?” I groaned, leaning my head back against the seat. “We're trapped in a metal tube thousands of feet in the air, and they couldn't wait four hours?”
Thea shrugged, unconcerned. “Would you be able to?”
She had a point. I'd never admit it out loud, but if I had a private jet, I'd probably christen every inch too. Not that we hadn't done similar in less luxurious places, like that time behind the equipment shed at Covey U when we were supposed to be interviewing the baseball coach.
My wandering thoughts were interrupted as the plane suddenly dropped. My stomach lurched into my throat, and my fingers dug into the armrests so hard I thought I might tear through the leather.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, my eyes wide as the plane shuddered again. “Are we going down? Is this it? This is how I die? On Aiden Matthews' sex plane?Dammit. I had so much more to do in life.” Then I turned to Thea. “Are we sure we don’t want to get involved in whatever’s going on in there?” I gestured to the bedroom door just as the plane dropped again.
I winced. I growled. No amount of sex scenes playing in my head was stopping my stomach from churning.
“Jackson.” Thea’s voice was soothing, but it wasn’t enough to calm my erratic heartbeat.
“No. Seriously. A threesome always sounded fun. A foursome? Now that we’re plummeting to our death, my only thought is, why the hell not? Aiden’s an asshole, but they always sound like they’re having a good time.”
Thea's hand found mine and she squeezed it tight, trying to get me to focus on her. “It's just turbulence, Jackson. Completely normal. No need to consider sex with your annoying ex-roommate.”
The plane dipped again, and I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly bone dry. The champagne I'd downed earlier sloshed uncomfortably in my gut.
“I think I'm gonna be sick,” I muttered, pressing a hand to my mouth. “Shit, I'm actually going to barf.”
Thea was on her feet instantly, pulling me up with surprising strength for someone half my size. “Come on, bathroom. Now.”
She dragged me to the door next to the bedroom and pushed it open. I stumbled in, surprised to see it was a bathroom, but made my way to the closet toilet lit and sat. Then I hung my head between my knees.