Joey

If you’d told me two nights ago that Zeus could give me a double orgasm before he took his own pants off, and then treat me to a triple courtesy of the same dick that was hair-trigger quick, I would’ve laughed in your face.

Now, I’m pretending I still remember how to walk while we battle to see who’s going to play the gentleman and hold the door while the other goes into the hotel first.

I’ve never had this much fun in my entire life. My cheeks hurt from smiling. Flying, hockey, sex—I’m happy. For this moment, I’m happy.

“Fine,” he says. “I’ll go first. More cookies for me.”

I’d say he already got his cookies, but damn. Smells like a fresh batch is sitting in the lobby.

At two AM.

Fuck being a gentleman.

We rush through the door at the same time. He’s got the upper hand for hip checks, so I hit him with a well-placed squeeze to a pressure point in his elbow.

He yelps and freezes in the doorway.

I yelp because the two of us can’t fit through at the same time, and I’m stuck between his bicep and the door frame.

Just inside the lobby, several eyeballs swivel our way.

Ambrosia snickers. Ares makes eye contact with Zeus and clearly says something silently, but he’s got a mean poker face and I can’t tell what.

Chase looks thoughtful. “I’ve seen this before… Now where was it?”

“Shut up, glitter chin.” Zeus dislodges himself by stepping backward, I tumble forward and almost lose my balance, and he scores another point with me by letting me recover on my own.

Nice to know that giving a guy your cherry doesn’t mean he forgets who you are.

Not nice?

That gas in my chest that I can’t honestly blame on indigestion.

Or the mild panic at knowing my time in Copper Valley ends soon. We’re wheels-up, taking Luna back to Huntsville, in mere hours.

I’m busting crew rest big time. Not like me.

But Monkey Butt and Boomer have us covered tomorrow, and my next scheduled flight isn’t for three days.

I can have a night of fun.

“Where are those cookies?” I ask.

“If you have to ask…” Ambrosia muses.

Zeus flips her a double bird on his way to the help-yourself coffee bar. He grabs the entire glass tray and makes eye contact with the night clerk. “Bring out all your dough. Man’s gotta eat. Pilot chicks do too.”

I should get to bed. Even with my crew capable of flying, I have shit I need to be awake for tomorrow.

Instead, I drop into an open seat in the lobby. Unfortunately, it’s beside Manning.

He passes me a wine bottle. “Mead?”

I take a swig. It’s like wine, but sweet enough to make my eyeballs burn. “Pansy-ass drink.”

He grins. “Rather have some tree bark then? Maybe some rubber off a tire?”

I want a hamburger, but I’m honestly too satisfied to be picky.

Or care that the prince drinks girly drinks. He’s here. Gracie’s back home. She’s out of danger. “Does anything ever bother you?” I ask.

“I’m a prince with no responsibilities and all the money in the world. Why would anything ever bother me?”

He’s still smiling, but even in my sex-sated state, I can tell I hit a nerve.

Not that I much care.

Unless he’s still in contact with Gracie. Then I’m going to fucking care.

Zeus hands me the tray of cookies. “Don’t let that royal fucker have any.”

“Aren’t any royals to fuck in my country,” Manning says cheerfully. “We’re all male. Which would work out nicely for my cousin, I suppose, if he had the poor taste to be attracted to any of us.”

“Was that an insult to you or your cousin?” Ambrosia asks.

He winks. “You know my stepsister. I’m sure you can answer that for yourself.”

Ambrosia’s still staring at him while I make short work of four chocolate chip cookies. “Were you the one who let the sheep loose in the castle the day her mom married your dad?” she asks.

“I’m quite certain that was a wooly accident.”

And as snorts of laughter break out around us, I’m certain I’m glad Gracie went home this morning.

For many reasons.

I take another swig off the bottle, then pass it to Zeus, who’s squeezed into a chair meant for a man half his size. He’s perched on the edge, his legs spread wide enough that his knee’s almost touching mine.

And I wonder if the key card I have for his room will still work.

Motivated by sex?

No.

Willing to jump on another opportunity to ride his rocket around the galaxy?

Only live once. Gotta do what you can while you’re here.

Even if it means you hurt tomorrow.