Chapter Eighteen
“I take it the airport is open?” I say between gritted teeth, trying to adjust the blanket, but with only one Dax either sees my d**k or all of Mia.
“Yep. You better hurry and get dressed. They’re all on their way up here. Lucky for you, Beckett and I hitched a ride first.”
I stand, my two hands covering my d**k. “Let’s go.” I look at Mia and nod in the direction of the bedrooms.
She says nothing, instead laughing at me trying to cover myself. I grab the magazine off the coffee table and use one hand to cover my junk and hold the magazine over my ass.
“If you only need one hand to cover your c**k, man...” Dax’s face cringes and I look around to find Beckett, but he’s nowhere.
“Please, you probably only need a Post-it note.” Mia’s come back brings a smile to my face.
