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“Mine,” he murmurs, devouring my mouth possessively before moving me inside the cabin of the plane. I touch my swollen lips, wondering if he’ll ever feel comfortable with Ryker around me. He’s getting better, but I can see his body tense every time Ryker is near me, even though he knows Ryker flirts with me just to get a rise out of him.
Bryn, Harper, Jaxon, and Damon enter the plane and not too long after we take off. Aiden comes back from the bathroom, chuckling. I cock an eyebrow, wondering what he finds so funny.
“Hey, asshole, what’s up with the locked door?” He slaps Max on the shoulder.
Max shrugs. “There were some issues that needed immediate attention.”
“What issues?” he asks.
“There was a bed in there.”
I feel a blush burn my cheeks, and I look down to avoid questioning eyes. Aiden laughs, sitting down next to me. “You think we have to have a bed?” I cover my eyes with my hand.
“Hence, why it’s locked.”
“Way to go, Roberts. Ruin it for the rest of us,” Damon says.
“Okay! We can stop talking about this now,” I run my hands through my hair. I fidget in my chair while everyone finds this amusing. “Who are we meeting there again?” I ask, changing the subject. Aiden lays his hand on my thigh. It’s such a natural reaction for him to always be touching me. I cover his hand and thread our fingers together.
“Drake Webb. He was with us at Quantico, but was sent to the Las Vegas office,” Aiden says.
“I just received his RSVP last week that he’s coming to the wedding. He’s the one hoping to bring a plus one but can’t promise anything.”
The guys chuckle. “That sounds like Drake,” Damon says.
Chapter seventeen
“Come on out, ladies,” Syd screams from the living room.
We’re staying at the Aria in a two-bedroom penthouse in one of their sky suites. This room is crazy huge. It’s bigger than my apartment. We had booked a normal two-bedroom suite, but when they saw we were with Ryker Dallas, we were upgraded. I guess Syd was right about them being VIP everywhere they go. I am a little jealous of that.
The guys were already booked in one of the penthouse rooms, so they are across the hall from us. We heard them leave earlier. I glance down to my barely there dress, noticing more cleavage and legs than fabric. I yank on the hem of the dress, trying to get another inch of length, but it shrinks back up as soon as I stand tall. I blow out a defeated breath. Why did I let Syd talk me into this thing?
Syd pokes her head into the bathroom. “C’mon, woman. Get that beautiful butt of yours out here so we can take a shot.”
Let the fun begin.
“Okay, ladies, listen up,” Syd says, hushing everyone. “Here’s to Addie. My beautiful friend, whom I didn’t think would ever get married.”
“Gee, thanks,” I respond.
“I mean, I didn’t think you’d ever find a man who could challenge you enough to keep your interest.” I nod. “You do have a history of getting bored in relationships,” she says in a matter-of-fact tone. She’s right. I think back to my past relationships, and they all ended the same way: me bored, walking away.
“You found the most amazing man who has proven that he loves you time and time again. I couldn’t be happier for you. And I’m so excited to be standing here alongside you. But first…” she holds her shot in the air, “…we need to say goodbye to your single life. To a night of fun with all you crazy ladies!” Syd holds her shot higher, and we lift ours and clink our glasses together. The golden warm liquid fills my mouth and burns my throat on the way down. I shiver, looking around for a chaser. I haven’t even swallowed the sip I took from my screwdriver before I’m being handed another shot.
“Y’all are going to get me drunk before we even leave this room,” I say, taking the shot from Harper.
“This is it until we get to the club.” Harper smiles wide. This time I keep my screwdriver in my hand, ready to take a drink after the shot. The second one doesn’t go down as harsh as the first.
“We have to leave here in fifteen minutes, so let’s get moving,” Syd says while she turns up the music. She dances as she walks away. “Sexy Back” from Justin Timberlake blasts from the speakers throughout the penthouse. Bryn and I start dancing, swinging our hips to the music. When I dance lower to the floor, Bryn busts out laughing. I look down and notice my dress has shimmied up my thighs and is showing my thong. I’m pretty sure my ass is out for all to see, too. I join Bryn laughing, feeling the effects of the shots already, and stand to pull my dress down.
Damn Sydney! Don’t dance low tonight, Addison.
I hear my phone ding as I’m finishing up my makeup. “I bet I know who that is,” Syd says, standing next to me, putting on her mascara. “Damon said he was moping around before they left because he wanted to come over and talk to you. They wouldn’t let him.” She giggles. I smile, imagining how that conversation went. After we checked into the hotel, everyone (except Aiden and me) agreed we wouldn’t see each other until we meet up later. We both agreed our friends are all assholes.
I grab my phone off the bed and look at the text.
Aiden: This is stupid! I had to sneak off to the bathroom to text you.
