Chapter Three
“What the hell is the matter?” Mac stood abruptly. He looked mad and just plain mean.
Draegan didn’t have to guess why. Sable typically had a bed full of men. Since Mac and Sable were seated together for the flight, he was probably enjoying a hand job or a blowjob, something pretty doggone interesting if he’d left his seat in the middle of a rough landing.
“Please sit down!” Facing them, the flight attendant bent forward from her service seat. “Sir! You must be buckled in for the final descent. We’re landing now!”
“Well no shit,” Mac said, stalking Markie. “What’s the damn problem now, Markie?”
Allister and Gabe were closer to the front. They were standing then, too.
“What’s going on?” Serena asked, trying to reassemble her crumpled skirt and wrinkled top.
Draegan stuffed his dick in his pants and leaned over, trying to see Markie. Other passengers were hanging sideways as well in an effort to find out what was happening.
“It was a mouse!” Markie indicated how long with his hands. If he’d seen a rodent—and that was a big if—then he was probably way off on size. His measurements would’ve had everyone on the plane believing a huge wolf rat was roaming the aircraft at will.
“Markie,” Mac grated out, scanning the floor. “This better be real.”
“It is!” Markie wailed, throwing his arms over his head and ducking.
All Draegan could see was a patch of Markie’s white cotton top. Mac stalked forward a few feet, searching for the varmint.
The flight attendant met him halfway. “Sir, you need to return to your seat.”
“My friend says he saw a mouse.”
“We’ve never had a problem with mice,” she assured him, glowering over Markie. “Please. We’ll be on the ground in three or four minutes. You must follow protocol.”
Mac soon reclaimed his spot, throwing his arm high enough to suggest he was curving it around Serena and settling in for the duration of the flight. He glanced over his shoulder long enough to meet Draegan’s gaze.
“I’m gonna kill him,” Mac mouthed.
Serena gripped the seatback in front of her. “Stand in line.”
There wasn’t a doubt in Draegan’s mind. Markie had staged the whole thing.
Markie slowly turned then and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. He waggled his fingers in Draegan’s direction and winked. “I’m all settled in now, fellas. It may have been one of those terrible day-mares I have sometimes. We’re all good here.”
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“Where is he?” Draegan marched in the restroom like a man ready for a fight. “Markie! Come out and face me like a man!”
“Day-mares,” Mac grumbled.
Draegan sneered. “I’ll give him a day-mare.”
“Hang on there, Draegan.” Harley attempted to run interference but he knew before he tried, it was a wasted effort. “Maybe he thought he saw a mouse. He’s terrified of anything that squeals.”
“I’m beginning to understand how that’s possible,” Draegan said in a matter of fact tone. “Markie! Now!”
“Weren’t you seated next to him?” Mac asked, clearly pissed, too.
“I slept from Tri-Cities to Atlanta,” Harley said. “If you’re looking for someone to blame, look another way, man. I woke up about the time Markie screamed.”
“Did not.” Markie pranced out of the end stall and grinned at Draegan. “And you don’t frighten me in the least, Draegan McCall. You had little to do, fucking Serena right there in the back of the plane where anyone could see.”
“Dude!” A couple of stoners were standing nearby and suddenly they were interested in the pending conversation. One of them threw his hand up in the air and pointed at it. “Give me nine and a half, man. Banging broads on planes? Way cool.” He bounced his head as if he were listening to beats.