Zoe glances around, observing the attire of the other guys. Some of them have headphones on, engrossed in their phones. Surprisingly, a few of the guys are already fast asleep, and we haven’t even left yet. It seems like we’re getting ready for departure though, which means I need to pick up the pace.
“Oh my God,” Zoe gasps, covering her eyes.
“Nothing you haven’t seen, Zoe. It’s okay. We’ve all seen it too.”
“Shut up, Noa.”
“Awe come on, Cap. You know I love you.” Noa laughs.
A couple of the guys start laughing too.
“Okay, I’m sorry, but I have to ask.” Liam stands, leaning his arms on the headrest and looks directly at Zoe. “How do you deal?”
I’m going to kill him if he’s about to ask what I think he is.
Zoe just stares at him, looking confused.
“You know…” Liam tilts his head toward me, his eyes shifting to my crotch right as I pull up my gray sweatpants.
“Oh my God,” Zoe mutters, burying her face in her hands.
“Leave her alone, Liam. And if you’re curious about my dick, why don’t you visit Pornhub?”
“I would laugh at that joke, but your dick does belong on there, man. And that fucking bar. I was just curious.” Liam’s eyes turn into dinner plates, and he glances at Zoe. “Let’s pretend I didn’t say that, and also, I have an above average dick.”
“Stop talking, Liam,” Ben says without looking up from his phone.
Liam cringes and quickly turns, crouching in on himself and likely dying from embarrassment. I pull my shirt over my head and take my seat beside Zoe.
I feel her eyes on me.
“You good?” I ask, buckling my seatbelt right as the flight attendants begin going over the safety procedures.
“Yes,” she says, but I can sense there is more. I finally glance down at her, and she’s looking at me curiously.
“What?”
Zoe bites her lip. “What did Liam mean when he said ‘and that fucking bar?’” She air quotes the last bit, and I can’t help but laugh.
A sick part of me wants to reach for her hand and run it down my pants so she can feel the metal of my cock piercing. But if she does that, I’d have to make sure she becomes part of the mile high club, and I’m not sure we’re there yet.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“Excuse me?”
I arch a brow at her and see her visibly swallow. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s probably right, so if you want confirmation, baby girl, you’re going to have to take my pants off.”
“You’re sick,” she says.
I lean close to her ear and feel her shudder. “Yeah, so fucking sick. And so needy for you.”
She distances herself from me and retrieves her headphones from her bag. I grab them out of her hand.
“What the fuck, Dom.”
I keep my eyes on the flight attendants standing near the front of the plane and keep my voice low so only Zoe can hear me. “You’re here with me because we can’t stand the thought of being away from one another. And because you were so excited to accompany me to a game. So you’re going to behave like a good girl, show some respect, and talk to me. Everyone is watching and listening, so for the next day or so, we’re both going to pretend like we’re mad for one another.” I steal a glance at her and notice her shocked expression. “You got it?”
She nods, and we don’t talk for a while. It’s not actually until after we’ve taken off that Zoe finally breaks the silence.
