Page 17 of Rim Job

I make my way to the lobby and head toward the staff conference room in the back to prepare for the meeting. If I can think of anything besides spanking Christina’s arse and shoving my cock down her throat, it will be a bloody miracle.

Hopefully, no one notices my giant hard-on.

9

CHRISTINA

“I’m freaking married!” Glory shouts over the din of music while I dance with her.

I’m married too.

But I can’t share that information with her just yet.

Instead I say, “Yeah you are!” Then I raise my umpteenth glass of champagne in a salute to my best friend. The bubbly coolness sliding down my throat sort of numbs the disappointment I feel in myself. I can’t believe I’m half-drunk again. Fucking Las Vegas, turning me into a booze whore.

What in the hell is wrong with me?

I plaster a smile back on my face, because, I’ll be damned if I ruin her day. No fucking way. If anyone in this world deserves to be happy, it’s Glory. I am thrilled for her. Beck is a good man, and he loves her fiercely. They are perfect for one another, and I see nothing but bliss when I look at their newly married faces.

My sham of a marriage, on the other hand, is anything but blissful. There is chemistry there. I can’t deny that. Mostly sexual, from the conscious moments I have spent with him, but chemistry, nonetheless. When Rim kissed me in the hall earlier today, it took everything I had in me not to rip that suit off his body and rub myself against all his hard places. There are so many delicious hard places on that man. A shiver travels over me just thinking about him. But, no matter how fine he is, I have to keep my head together around him. I cannot be alone with him.

My slutty vagina can’t keep to herself when he’s around.

“We’re about to leave.” Glory pouts at me while we dance.

“What are you pouting about? You’re going on your honeymoon, with your rock star husband, in freaking Spain! You’ll be staying on a private island in a fully staffed mansion for a month. I can see how that could be upsetting for you.”

Glory swats my arm. “Hush, Ti. I’ll miss you and the girls. We’ve never been apart for that long. I won’t know what to do.“

“You’ll have so many orgasms, you won’t recall our names and possibly even your own. Beck is going to screw you ten ways to Sunday.”

Glory’s eyes bug out of her head, and she shushes me.

Ah, but of course. My crap luck continues.

“Hello, Reverend Jones,” I say as I smile awkwardly. He gives me a concerned look and passes us by, no doubt praying for my soul.

“Okay, you’ve had enough.” Glory tries to grab my champagne flute from me. While we struggle over it, Beck walks up behind her and encircles her waist with his arms. He whispers in her ear, and she smiles, and a flush spreads over her neck and cheeks. She’s told us of his penchant for dirty talk, in and out of the sack. I can only imagine the words he’s currently whispering in her ear are over the top. She is so red, she almost looks purple in her pale blush-colored gown.

My champagne glass is now the last thing on her mind. I finish it off and set it on a tray of a passing server.

“Um, we're leaving.” Glory pulls me into a hug. “I’m going to miss you so much.” She squeezes me a bit tighter.

“I’ll miss you, too. Call me the first chance you get, and text me when you land so I know you made it.”

“I will. You’re coming to see us off right? Where are Jen and Evelyn?”

I scan the room, and of course, Maddox has Jen to himself in a corner. He’s smiling while she looks like she wants to rip his face off. Glory and I notice them at the same time.

“That can’t be good. I’ll go get her. You find Evelyn.” Glory heads off to rescue Jen.

I need to ask her what the hell is going on between her and Maddox.

I scan the crowd and find Evelyn sandwiched between Tyson Crawford, the singer for Beck’s band, Beauty of Atrocity, and Kai, Glory’s step-grandfather. Her head is thrown back, and she’s laughing her ass off as Kai performs some sort of dry hump seizure dance from behind her. Tyson looks to be cheering Kai on from the front. I physically shudder. The champagne and the scene before my eyes create one hell of a gross image in my mind.

Oddest threesome ever.

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