Page 22 of Riding Through Life

KENSI

“C’mon, Kensi! We’re going to be late!” Nadia shouts from behind my closed door.

I grumble and lay my naked body across Aftermath’s. Today is theeve of our wedding and the girls want to take me out to a bachelorette party while the guys are taking Aftermath to his bachelor party. “Do we have to go? I’d rather stay in bed with you all night until we say I do tomorrow.”

I straddle Aftermath’s naked body and kiss him deeply. His hardness nudging my entrance. All I have to do is shift just right and he’ll be buried inside of me. We break apart and I’m ready for the next round.

“That does sound like a fantastic idea. I can carry you down the aisle with my dick still inside of you and pound into you while the preacher says our vows.” Aftermath slaps my ass, making me shift. He’s pressing into my entrance, but not enough to slip inside yet.

I think about that and my eyes widen. “You wouldn’t!”

“I would if it’s what my Tiger wants.”

“But Dagger is performing our ceremony! I can’t do that to him!” I sit up and Aftermath slips inside of me, finally. “Uh!” I moan, tipping my head back. “If it gets you this hard, maybe exhibition wouldn’t be so bad.” I rock on top of Aftermath, hitting all the right places.

Aftermath sits up, “This body is for my eyes only. I’ll rip anyone’s eyes out and feed it to them if they look at you like this.” Aftermath flips us over and he drives deep and hard. Before I know it, I’m reaching my peak and Aftermath follows shortly after.

We shower together and please each other one more time before we face the music and a pissed-off Nadia and Red. We’re well over an hour late leaving.

“It’s about fucking time!” Nadia throws her hands up. “You’re lucky Grace is a godsend with children or I wouldn’t be going anywhere.” Aftermath’s mom, Grace aka Silver Grace, agreed to watch all the club kids tonight with Bones and Seth so the Club could go out and celebrate.

Nadia grabs my arm and pulls. “Hold on, Nadia. Why the rush?” I ask, releasing her grip from my arm.

“Because the longer I’m here and not holding Matthew, the guiltier I feel. If I’m far enough away, I won’t feel as guilty.” Nadia brushes the tears from her eyes.

“Shit. Now I feel like an asshole for making you wait.” I respond.

“Good, then let’s go.” Nadia shakes off the sadness and pulls me again.

“Tiger.” One word from Aftermath has both Nadia and me stopping. I turn to face him. Aftermath stalks toward us. “Stay out of trouble tonight, please.” He cups my face and delivers a panty-melting kiss.

“I’ll do my best,” I respond breathlessly. That’s the best I can do. Trouble always finds me even when I’m not looking for it.

Aftermath releases my cheeks and Nadia pulls me out the door of the Clubhouse and into the car. She’s freakishly strong for being a tiny dancer. Nadia climbs into the driver's seat, starts the car and takes off. The gates are already open for us so she doesn’t even have to stop. Once we get on the road, Nadia cranks the music up and we sing and dance on the way to my bachelorette party.

“We’re here!” Nadia’s excitement is rubbing off on me. “This place has the top-of-the-line entertainment suited for everyone.”

I look out the front window and my jaw drops. “You realize this is a strip club right?” I ask.

“No, silly. The dancers on stage don’t get naked. It’s a burlesque club. Some of my dancers perform here and they made a special skit and dance in your honor tonight.” Nadia opens her door but I’m still hesitant. “Come on, the rest of the ladies are already inside.”

I inhale a deep breath, praying I don’t fuck this night up and trouble doesn’t come knocking on my door. Exhaling, I open my car door and slam it shut behind me. Nadia wraps her arm around mine. “That’s my girl! You only get married once and tonight we’re going out in style!”

The bouncer at the door opens it for us, “Have a great night, ladies.”

“Thanks!” Nadia beams him with a smile and I swear he fell to the ground in worship. All this woman has to do is bat her sultry eyes at a man and he falls to her feet. But luckily for her, she has Red who is her everything. Those men don’t stand a chance against Nadia’s blushing biker.

We make it inside and the room is dark except for the stage. Men and women are doing some kind of skit, making the patrons laugh with their sexual innuendos. Nadia leads me to a larger corner table to the right of the stage. The dark oak and black and gold chairs take up half of the room but still gives us privacy from the other patrons and we’re close enough to the stage without being disruptive.

Danyella, Monica, Jezebelle, Daisy, Exleigh, Syvannah and Pearl are all sitting in the booth, chatting, drinking and having a fun time.

They all squeal when they see us and Danyella hugs me first while slapping a tiara on my head. “For the soon-to-be Mrs. Jacobs!”

The girls cheer and then Monica comes up with a sash that reads I’m the crazy bride. She places it over my head and giggles. Then Daisy comes to me, holding a pair of sunglasses in her hands. She plops them on my face and hugs me.

Next Jezebelle comes up to me with a whip and handcuffs. I raise an eyebrow and she shrugs. “You can never have too many.”

Once we take our seats, a man in tight leather shorts and a red bow tie greets us. “Ladies, what can I get you tonight? Remember, the bride drinks for free here.” He gives me a wink and looks me up and down. His voice is deep and sexual and his eyes are baby blue. Pearl fans herself while checking our waiter out.

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