Page 83 of Home Town Advantage
The plane is practically like a house. A nice, modern house at that. It has cream-colored leather sofas, a bar, huge recliner chairs, tables, refrigerators, bedrooms, multiple bathrooms that include showers, and nearly ten staff members catering to all our needs.
It’s my friends, our Camels friends, and several other Camels and their wives. I’m doing my best to introduce myself to everyone. It’s overwhelming.
Reagan had asked if her mother and stepfather could hitch a ride with us. Apparently, Reagan and her whole family are already out in Vegas for the big sports weekend. Her mother had an appointment and couldn’t get out until now.
The two of them are a remarkably attractive couple, both with dark hair, and they appear to be in great shape. I assume they’re in their mid to late fifties but could easily pass for beingin their forties. They’ve been cuddling and kissing in a corner since we took off. They’re so cute. I wonder if they’re newlyweds.
The group is sitting around a few of the tables, having drinks now that the pilot turned off the seatbelt sign. I decide it’s a good time to introduce myself to Reagan’s mom and stepfather.
I approach her first. “Mrs. Knight?”
She smiles. “Call me Darian, Sulley.” She points to her husband. “And call him Jackson.”
I nod. “Will do. I just wanted to tell you you’re more than welcome to join us.” I point to the rowdy table.
“Thank you, but given the ungodly early hour in the day, we might go back to sleep. And if we start drinking now, we’ll be passed out by noon.”
It’s super early. We wanted to get out there early enough not to miss any of the college basketball games we’ll be watching on television. Layla said every sports bar in Vegas has hundreds of screens, so you don’t miss any of the action.
“Makes sense.” I notice their intertwined fingers. “Did you two recently get married?”
Jackson easily pulls her onto his lap and shakes his head. “Nope. It’s been nearly a decade, but I still see her as my bride.” He softly kisses her lips, and she stares at him lovingly while running her fingers over his scruff.
I can’t help but smile widely at their interaction. They’re adorable.
“Okay, I’ll leave you two to sleep. If you change your mind, I think the drinking games have already begun.”
I point toward my crew, who seem to be opening more bottles of booze. As I make my way back, I notice all eyes on Beau as he announces, “And that is what you call a boner shake.”
Huh? “I was only gone for a minute,” I interrupt. “What in the world did I miss?”
Kennedy answers, “Beau was telling us about somethingcalled boner shakes. Apparently, he needs to drink them all the time.”
Beau practically growls. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating, Kennedy. I drink them for the testosterone. Cholesterol is a building block for testosterone, which helps build muscle. The crazy boner is an added side effect…but I don’tneedthat side effect.” He crosses his arms. “I’m just fine in that department, thank you very much.”
I’ve never seen Beau get so worked up. I can’t let this go. I need more information. “What’s in a boner shake, Chef Beau?” I joke, “I don’t remember seeing it in your recipe book.”
Layla reads from her phone. “Four eggs, a scoop of vanilla protein powder, and water. A man should shake it up and drink it at night. When he wakes in the morning, he’ll supposedly have the biggest boner of his life…and all that other testosterone and muscle building crap too.”
Presley scowls at her. “Did you write down the recipe?”
She nods. “You bet I did. Best boner of your life? Don’t you want to at least try it? I wouldn’t mind being your test subject, precioso.”
He twists his lips. “Hmm. I guess we can give it a go…ya know, for science. To see if I can build more muscle from the testosterone.”
Daylen shakes his head. “I don’t need it. Zero problems in that department for me. I had my first orgy last night,” he proudly announces as he pauses for dramatic effect while the guys hang on every word. “Okay, it was one woman, but she had multiple personalities.”
They all start laughing. Kennedy shakes her head. “You’re such a manwhore. Is there anyone you haven’t had sex with?”
He scoffs. “God forbid I have a hobby.” He stands. “This champagne is going right through me. I need to drain the main vein.”
Kennedy makes a look of disgust. “Stop announcing your trips to the bathroom. It’s disgusting.”
With his back turned to her, he waves his hand dismissively and yells out, “Be sure to add it to your red flag list. I hope to check off every single one of them this weekend.”
The plane ridetook an interesting turn when Darian and Jackson disappeared, only for us to hear them from one of the bedrooms a little while later, clearly having sex. We all got a good laugh out of that.
Limos picked us up from the airport and took us to the Palms Casino. The hotel is the biggest, most luxurious one I’ve ever seen. Our suites are incredible. Each has two bedrooms and a spacious living room complete with a kitchen and other amenities. I’m sharing a suite with Kennedy, Palmer, Shay, and Alyssa. We gave Shay and Alyssa one bedroom. The three of us are happy to share the other.
