“Are you sure you wanna send that bag through security? What with all the sex toys you have tucked away in there?” Juls teases as Joey puts his suitcase on the conveyor belt. Billy conceals his smile behind his hand, turning a slight shade of pink.
Joey turns his eyes up to the monitor, watching as his delicates are scanned. “I doubt National Security gives two shits that I like to use a spreader bar.”
“Baby, really? Is that public knowledge?” Billy asks, grabbing his and Joey’s suitcases.
I bite back my laugh and join the three of them after retrieving my luggage. “There’s nothing sacred between the three of us, Billy. You should know that by now.”
“Especially when it pertains to sex,” Juls adds.
We all begin the walk through the terminal toward our gate. Reese and Ian left early this morning on their flight, so we’ll be catching up with them later on tonight. And, by some miracle, Brooke is late and keeping Joey blissfully ignorant at the moment; it might actually be in her benefit to miss the flight entirely. Juls thought it best to let the news of her crashing our weekend getaway ‘unravel organically’, as she so innocently put it. Organically? I’m not sure how organic it’s going to be watching Joey freak the fuck out in the middle of an airport. Because other than Maggie Carroll showing up and boarding our flight, Brooke Wicks is the only other person who could send my dear assistant into a shit-fit.
“This is going to be ahhhmazing,” Joey sings as he puts his luggage into the overhead compartment. Juls and I have settled into our seats behind the boys and my eyes keep darting to the front of the plane, even though I’m sure I’ll hear Brooke before I see her. “I hope you’re all aware we will be having separate bachelor and bachelorette parties.” Joey shifts his eyes between the three of us. “Baby, you’re with the boys.”
Juls and I both laugh as he sits down next to Billy. Then I sense it: the shift in the atmosphere, causing my back to go rigid in my seat. Juls must feel it, too, because she leans forward into the crack between the seats at that exact moment.
“JoJo, please don’t do anything that could get you kicked off this flight.”
He turns his head, gazing back at us with suspicion. “What? I’m not that inappropriate.”
“Hey, bitches. Who’s ready to party in the Big Easy?”
I see Brooke in my peripheral vision, not able to turn away from Joey’s face, which has tensed up considerably. He doesn’t even look in her direction. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he snarls between the seats before finally whipping his head around and greeting Brooke with what I can only assume to be anything but a smile. “Who the hell invited you?”
“Joey!” Juls snaps.
Brooke’s lip twitches into a conniving grin. “Will the three of us be sharing a bed? I’ve been told I’m an excellent little spoon.” She tucks her luggage away and ruffles Joey’s hair before taking her seat next to me. He grumbles under his breath, prompting Billy to reach up and fix his coifed do. “Who bottoms of the two of you, anyway?”
“Jesus, Brooke,” I say, just as Billy and Joey turn around in their seats. “There are other people on this airplane.”
“I hope your dildos got through airport security, since they’re going to be the only thing entering that mess of a vagina this weekend.” Joey points to Brooke’s lap, smiling after delivering his dig.
She flips him off, moving her finger closer to his face and prompting him to lean back. “If you want to enter a competition with me to see who can get the most dick over the next two days, bring it, bitch.”
“Battery operated doesn’t count, Brooke. Remember that,” Joey retorts.