Page 117 of All Twerk, No Play

“I rescind the nickname offer.”

“Too late, we shook hands.”

“I’ll pay for your honeymoon.”

“No.”

“I’ll buy you a goddamn private island.”

“Sing one song with your boyfriend at your best friend’s wedding.”

I released an exasperated groan. “Fine.”

He pumped his fist.

“You should have anchored at three, I would have done two.”

His lips tilted into a crooked grin. “I’ll ask Cruz, he’ll talk you into five.”

I looked at the stage, watching Cruz vibrate with energy. Alex was right: somehow, no matter what it was that he wanted, Cruz could convince me.

And I was looking forward to it.

"Every Little Thing She Does is Magic," The Police

Cruz

“Shewentalloutfor your birthday, huh?” Stacy mused over her champagne from the periphery of Donnelly’s roof deck. We’d just finished playing our set, and instead of being rewarded with cheap beer after the last song like usual, the band was enjoying the open bar that Victoria had coordinated. Around us, friends, tenants and clients lounged on outdoor couches and lingered over the buffet.

Tori lifted a champagne flute at me from her perch near the open bar, before returning to her conversation with Connor. Just seeing her made my heart skitter in my chest. I drummed against my leg to release the kinetic energy of my repressed feelings.

I shoved a bacon-wrapped shrimp in my mouth to prevent my gloating.

Because I was in love with Victoria … and I didn’t think she felt the same. For weeks, I’d been biting back my feelings, remembering her drunken admission:Have you ever fallen in love, Cruz? Don’t bother, it’s awful.

And her tearful confession a few months ago:Loving him broke me.

She’d given me pieces of herself, bite-sized morsels, but it still felt like she was holding back. Would she trust me enough to gather up all those broken pieces and put her back together?

“Guess I was wrong when I said she wasn’t worth the effort,” Rodriguez said. “She told me when she booked us that she had five surprises planned today. So, which surprise is this?”

“Four,” I answered, still pumped with adrenaline from walking into Donnelly’s and hearing the entire place explode, yelling my name. Your Local Phantom had kicked off the party with The Beatles’ “Birthday,” and I’d hopped behind the drum kit for the rest of their set.

“What were the other three?” Stacy asked, and my lips curved into a naughty grin, deciding I absolutely wouldn’t tell them about the birthday kickoff surprise.

Being woken up just before midnight with her lips wrapped around my cock had been a more-than-pleasant surprise, like a dirty New Year’s Eve countdown. She dragged her tongue up my shaft while she sang ‘Happy Birthday’ in her best Marilyn Monroe voice and insisted that right at midnight, I finish in her mouth.

Or she thought we were finished. I rolled her on her back and ate her out until I was hard again, then fucked her until we were both drenched with sweat and passed out. When that 5:30am alarm went off, we groaned at the lack of sleep.

But the second surprise made up for the sleep deprivation.

“You won’t believe where she took me after morning boot camp,” I told them, waving Tori over. “Show them your surprise.”

“Yours first, it’s way more impressive.”

I reached over my head to pull off my shirt, watching her cheeks flush in appreciation, and turned around to show off the plastic wrap covering the tender skin on my back.

After bootcamp then breakfast, she’d taken me to the tattoo parlor for my first session on a full back piece. As Rafael transferred the design, she inspected the flash wall. “Does it hurt?”

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