Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
VIVA LAS VEGAS!
Drew
“Attention, passengers, now boarding rows five through twenty for Alaska Air flight 1436 from Seattle to Las Vegas.”
“That’s us,” Devyn says excitedly.
Her fiancé, Riley, takes her carry-on bag from her as we get in the back of the line. “C’mon baby, let the kid-free weekend begin.”
She chuckles. “Am I a bad mom for being excited about that?”
She blushes when he leans over and whispers something in her ear. I have to turn away because I know he just said something dirty. I know they get it on—they have a five-year-old son for fuck’s sake—but that doesn’t mean I want to hear about it. When Brody and I originally planned this Las Vegas bachelor party excursion, it was going to be a guys-only trip. When Riley’s parents offered to watch my nephew, Nathan, three quickly became six. The ladies are still going to do their own bachelorette thing, but we plan to meet up as a group toward the end of the evening. It’s a quick trip—thirty hours to be exact—but we hope to make the most out of it.
“So, what do you want to do first?” I ask Brody as we slowly inch up in line. “Topless pool or strip club?”
“Dude, I already told you neither of those things are happening.” He swings his arm around Rainey’s shoulder. “The only T and A that I need to see are right here.”
She laughs. “As long as you’re not touching someone else’s T or A, I couldn’t care less.”
“Nah, I’m good,” he says.
“I thought you were joking! What’s the point of going to Vegas if you’re not going to see naked women?”
“Poker,” Brody and Riley reply in unison.
“And regular pools,” my sister adds.
“What the fuck?” I grumble.
Brody shrugs as the flight attendant scans his boarding pass. “Sorry, dude.”
“These old married couples are a buzzkill,” Charlee says conspiratorially. “Vegas is supposed to be about debauchery. Getting drunk, getting tan, and wherever else the night may lead you. We should ditch ’em and have some fun of our own.” She throws a wink over her shoulder as she enters the gangway.
I put my boarding pass on the scanner thing as I watch Charlee saunter down the corridor. When Devyn told me that she’d asked Charlee to be a bridesmaid, I knew she’d be coming on this trip. Things were a bit awkward after our make-out session ended so horribly, but we’ve all moved on since. I’ve honored my promise to Brody and haven’t touched her. Haven’t even come close. To be frank, she hasn’t shown a lick of interest after storming off that night three months ago, which is probably the main reason it’s been so easy. I won’t lie and say I haven’t thought about that night many times , especially when I needed spank bank material, but I never considered the possibility of a repeat, no matter how much I like her. With the look she just gave me, I’m now thinking that this weekend is going to be an exercise in self-control.
Big time.