Russian Roulette

"I won't do it again. And I'll make sure all my passengers wear their seat belts," He gave a quick glare to the backseat. There was a rush to pull on the thin straps. I giggled, watching as Jimmy waved to the cop and we pulled away. "That, dear, is how you deal with a cop," Jimmy reached over and took my hand, smiling.

"Yeah...if you're famous!" I pointed out, blushing as he laced our fingers together.

"Or if you're cute," He winked at me.

Matt leaned over and pinched Jimmy's cheek, "He's a real cutie."

"Hey! These cheeks are not meant to be pinched! Pinch the other ones!" He tried to lift his ass out of the seat, laughing.

Matt quickly backed off, shaking his head. Instead, Ash leaned forward and pinched his ass. "A pinch to grow and inch!" She shouted, laughing.

"I'm going to get taller! Yay!" He screamed, laughing.

"No! then I really can't reach..." I pouted.

"You can still reach his dick!!" Zacky pointed out from the floor.

"...His lips are more fun," I kept my pout.

"Aww, she's cute!" Jimmy smiled, leaning over and kissing my pout quickly before returning his attention to the road. "My cutie right here."

"Aww..." The guys chorused, making Ashley laugh. My face turned red out of shyness, and I quickly turned my attention to the window.

"Welcome to the airport!" Jimmy smiled, squeezing my hand. "Our plane departs in five minutes," He chuckled, finding a parking spot for my truck.

My eyes widened a little, "That's not very long to get through security and stuff!"

He shook his head, "Babe, it's a private jet. We have our own security."

"Which means that they do a quick pat down and let us go because we supposedly know better. And we're allowed to have booze, so... it's all good. No more getting off loaded because of fuckin' Johnny Christ." Zacky laughed.

"...I didn't mean to!" Johnny muttered.

Ashley snickered, "Smooth."

"It's not my fault I hate flying!"

"Short person. Big heights. Longer fall," Matt snickered, pulling Johnny under his arm to give him a noogie.

"Stop it! this hurts and I just hate being too high!"

"Yeah so do I, but you don’t see me getting drunk and getting on a plane!" Jimmy chuckled, getting out and running over to my side of the truck and pulling me into his arms.

"H-hi..." I said shyly, smiling up at him.