Page 18 of Tamed By You

“As it’s you.” His deep voice booms over the music as he gives her a wink and that pang of jealousy hits again. I know they are friends and nothing more but try telling my thumping heart that.

“And what about me, Ali Cat? What do you need from me?” I ask, feeling a little left out here. She looks me up and down, and then her eyes meet mine.

“For you to immigrate.”

“Ooof, she really does hate you, doesn’t she?” A shirtless Brett joins the group, patting me on the back.

She starts snapping her fingers again. “Come on, aren’t you both trained to be quick? A sense of urgency wouldn’t go amiss here. Get your clothes off,” she shouts.

Brad kicks off his shoes, and yanks down his pants so he can hand them to Ali. She stands wide-eyed.

“Don’t,” he grumbles, placing his hand over his cock. We all stare at his hot pink boxer briefs covered in bananas.

“Wouldn’t dream of commenting on the banana briefs.” She lifts the clothes she’s holding to her face and snorts a laugh.

“Funnily enough, I didn’t expect to be stood pantless in a Vegas club, Ali, when I got dressed today.”

“Or expecting to get laid?” I stood open mouthed. “The fuck did you think buying them?”

“I didn’t. They were a joke gift from my sister,” he mumbles, shifting from side to side, still covering his junk with his hands.

“That doesn’t make it any better, my man,” I say, shaking my head.

“Here,” Jack pants, flinging his socks at Ali. She catches them and glances down at his feet.

“Ermm, we’ll discuss the blue nail polish later,” she says before running back to the girls with a handful of clothing.

“Bro, what’s with the toes,” Brad says.

“What’s with the bananas,” he bites back.

“Why am I friends with you people?” I mumble, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“… and the winner is Gabby,” Ria cheers. We turn our heads to the girls, hollering and cheering and watch as a disgruntled Ali takes a shot of a clear liquid and winces.

“Ali, your turn.” Kate fans the cards out and Ali pulls one from the middle, reading her card and smirking.

“Give a guy a hurricane shot”

Oh shit, the girls in our bars in Miami give those out.

“So, which one of you lucky guys are going to let me spit in your mouth throw a drink and slap you across the face,” she says, smiling sweetly, fanning her face with the card.

“I’m willing,” Brett says, stepping forward. Suddenly the idea of Ali getting that close to him makes me want to do something irrational, like break Brett’s pretty face. Before I realize what, I'm doing, I’m stepping in front of him.

“I’ll do it,” I volunteer.

“You are willingly going to let me slap you across the face.”

I nod, regret creeping in, but fuck watching her swap spit with Brett.

Kate orders the drinks and I settle on the couch in the girls' booth.

Everyone settles around us, Ria in Jack’s lap and Harley getting cozy with Mason.

“You ready, H?” Ali shouts, giving me a challenging stare.

“Sure am Ali Cat. Make that slap count.”

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