Page 28 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty
When Drake’s phone binged, notifying him that the plane was ready, we headed to the gate. I could see out the window. A jet with Midnight Hunt’s logo wrapped along the side was waiting for us.
“Wow. Mr. Jinkee lets you use the jet whenever you want. It’s like you’re a star already.”
“Eh…it was a favor. And you’re my star.” He squeezed me tight.
The plane was incredible. Beautiful and fancy. I’d never been on a plane like this before. We got comfortable in a couple of chairs side by side and buckled up. “Is it weird that we’re the only two on board?”
“I was all by myself on the way in.” He shrugged. “It’s better now. And guess what?”
“What?”
Drake leaned close so he could murmur in my ear. “There’s a bed in the back.” He thumbed over his shoulder. “Once we’re airborne, we can go join the Mile High Club.”
“What? No way.”
“Yes. Totally way.”
“Hell yeah! But let’s stick to blow jobs so we don’t mess up Mr. Jinkee’s pretty plane.”
He kissed me with a peck to the lips. “You got it.”
And I had thought he was playing. Kind of. But no. The back section was private enough to get a couple of blow jobs in, and then we had drinks in the comfy seats, enjoying the rest of the flight. And I didn’t have to fight for a window, and was able to look out at the beautiful water surrounding the high rises as we came closer to the city. Soft blue and green liquid contrastedwith the hardscape of silver and white buildings. Fantastic. I was going to love Miami. And this whole rockstar’s boyfriend thing.
Chapter thirteen
Drake - Miami
The guys and Matty set up a small tree in the huge upstairs living room. It was a cool bonus area to relax and hang out comfortably. Now the tree was decorated, with plenty of presents stuffed under it. So we invited some people over to have a party. Since it had an entertainment center, complete with a video game console, an old-school pinball machine, and a pool table, there was something for everyone to do. The room even had a wet bar with a drink fridge, so we didn’t have to keep going downstairs to the kitchen.
Both the Midnight Hunt and Bramble Punk guys came by with their partners, and we played a few rounds of pool, and a few guys started up a Mario Kart game on the console. Kay and Donny hauled Matty over to the pinball machine. I honestly liked their daddy. Saxon was softspoken, kind, and it was easy to see how much he loved those guys. Since no one batted an eye at their unconventional relationship, I felt a lot more comfortable with mine. Hell, I only had one partner, but Matty was a lot to handle sometimes. Tonight, he promised to keep his clotheson. Which I reminded him of with a pointed finger when the three littles started dancing. He answered the warning with a cheeky grin and a few sexy stripper moves, but the clothes stayed on. Thankfully. The last thing I wanted was Christmas Eve nakedness in front of Midnight Hunt.
After a while, people trickled out with other plans, leaving our band and Matty to finish the evening.
“Guys.” Gonzo held up a nice wooden box and opened it. “Cigars.”
“Hell, yeah. But we better go outside.” Finn grabbed a stogie and headed down the stairs.
Tank headed to the bar and perused the liquor. “I’ll be right down. Grab glasses, Drake.”
“I’ll help, but I’m not smoking one of dem stinky things.” Matty grabbed two glasses, and I grabbed three. Matty might not drink anything, but I didn’t want him to feel left out.
In the backyard, we sat around a firepit that Gonzo and Finn had started and lit up the cigars. “What are we drinking?” Finn grabbed one of the glasses.
Tank cracked open the bottle he chose. “Brandy. Because it’s mother fucking classy, assholes.”
Everyone cheered and held out glasses for Tank to pour. Even Matty, though he pinched his fingers close together to indicate he only wanted a little, and Tank gave him just a bit. Enough so he could sip it and feel like part of the gang. Because he was.
The Brandy had a fruity taste and an oaky finish. Matty asked for more, so I figured he liked it. Something I noted for later.
“This is nice.” Finn blew smoke out of his mouth. “Everything is going great for us right now. We really need to celebrate.” We finished our album, and the Midnight Hunt guys—or I should actually say MH Management, and that included more than the original band members—were lining up the next steps in ourcareer. Kai, the marketing and social media guru, was finalizing the cover, including the logo. We were on our way.
“Fuck…we all need to get our new logo tattooed.” Gonzo held his cigar in his mouth and pumped a fist in the air. The guys cheered, except for Matty, and I caught his eye roll. I couldn’t see him getting any tattoos ever.
“Hell yeah.” I took a puff. It was a good cigar with a sweet note. I hadn’t had one this nice in a long time. “Thanks for the stogies, man. Very nice.”
“Yeah, I splurged a little, but you know, like Finn said.” He gestured his cigar toward Finn. “Besides, this is what my dad and his brothers used to do when they got together. Hang out away from the women and smoke. It’s what I know.” He shrugged. He didn’t talk a lot about his family or his past. All I knew was that they had been well off, but not rich, and that they lived in Vegas. He’d been born and raised there.
“That’s not a bad tradition. We should do this every year.” Finn gave a chin nod in appreciation. The rest of us agreed. I already thought of these guys as brothers. Except Matty, obviously.