Then, something fucking occurs to me.
Something that I would deeply prefer not to be true.
“Have you been drinking Protein Plus?” I ask, keeping my cool.
She nods eagerly, like she thinks she’s finally found some kind of purchase in this conversation.
“Every day,” she professes. “Every day, ever since I saw her there at that pageant.”
“Right,” I say, sharing a look with Chase.
Fuck, his look says to me.
And mine says fuck right back.
“You should go,” Chase suggests, even more firmly than earlier.
“B-but,” she simpers. “The blowjobs? Just really quick—my boyfriend says I’m good, I promise—”
“Go,” Chase growls, and finally, that does it.
I can hear her fucking crying on the way out, too.
“We’ve gotta tell Kara,” I say as soon as the flight attendant is gone.
“Agreed,” Chase says. “She’s been drinking those fucking things more than anyone—”
“And if they’re making complete strangers this fucking desperate for us…”
We both look down to the gorgeous blonde sleeping on Chase’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” he says. “Then who knows what they’re doing to her.”
“As soon as she wakes up,” I say. “We tell her.”
“Even if we don’t know for sure,” Chase agrees. “As soon as she wakes up.”
Chase
“Morning, sunshine,” I say as Kara’s long, thick eyelashes flutter open, alerting me that she’s awake.
“Soooo sleepy,” Kara mumbles, curling back up against my shoulder and shutting those pretty blue eyes away from the world again.
I should have fucking slept during the flight, but fuck, man. She looked so fucking sweet, sleeping on my shoulder like that, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
I don’t even know what I was watching her for. Maybe in case she had, I don’t know, a nightmare or some shit.
Maybe because she’s just too fucking pretty to look at—especially when she’s not running that sassy fuckin’ mouth at me for once.
I can hardly fucking believe the man that I’ve become since I fell for this fuckin’ girl. If she was anyone else—literally any other little slut in the entire fucking world—I’d be worried she was making me go soft.
Lucky fuckin’ me, though, all Kara’s ever done is made me rock fuckin’ hard.
“Kara, babe,” Eric says, leaning in to kiss her forehead and smooth her hair behind her ear. “Wake up—we’ve just landed, and there’s something we ought to tell you before we get off the plane.”
“I don’t wanna,” she pouts, still all adorable and sleepy and shit. “Just carry me off the plane—I’m napping here.”
Eric and I share a look.