Page 15 of Dream Lover
I was trying to do as Conner said and cut loose, enjoying my time with him. We had a few drinks at dinner that helped to take the edge off.
He lifted a bite of a sushi roll to my lips and fed me. While it was absolutely delicious, nothing compared to Conner actually feeding it to me. The act was sexy.
The car ride back to the hotel felt easy for the most part, but it was because Conner made it that way, talking about old times. We followed the group into a private room.
Rebecca’s face held that evil smirk she reserved for torturing me, and she announced that we were about to have our challenge. My ‘cutting it loose’ started to fade.
“Tonight’s challenge is dance for your man. Put the skills you learned today to the ultimate test, and show your man what you’re made of.”
My stomach dropped. While I knew it was coming, part of me hoped it was all a dream. Wrong! This was a nightmare coming true. Drew was here. My brother was here!
“We’ll make it fair by drawing names to see who goes first. Oh and, Quinn, I forgot to tell you to wear pretty panties. So, honey, if you’re wearing granny panties you can sit this one out.” Her head went back as her laughter erupted from her throat. A throat that I wanted to wrap my hands around and choke.
“Ignore her, everyone else does,” Conner whispered in my ear and squeezed my hip.
My brother made a gagging sound, pretending to retch. “I don’t need to see Quinn in her panties, pretty or otherwise.”
“Don’t worry, Andrew, I brought you a mask.”
Rebecca reached in a glass bowl, swirled her hand dramatically, and pulled out a slip of paper. “Lucky Daniel. Looks like Paula is up first.”
Her man rubbed his palms together and took the seat in the middle of the room. The lights drew low, and Usher filtered through the sound system, providing the soundtrack to her striptease. Her head whipped around, red hair smacking her man in the face as we watched him try to escape the attack.
Hands on his shoulders, she moved to straddle his lap, resulting in catapulting the chair backward, and her body flying over Daniel’s head. Paula hit the floor.
I bit back my laughter, but I had to give Paula credit. She got up and proceeded to finish her strip tease all the way down to her thong, obviously comfortable with her body.
Her choice in undergarments were sexy and quite revealing, but I was certain Rebecca wouldn’t be that lucky. She would more than likely take the number one spot of biggest skank. Yeah, I was feeling bitter at her attempt to humiliate me yet again. So be it. Daniel hooted and clapped and gave her a sloppy kiss.
Another name was drawn, and this time it was Laura and Bruce. Beyoncé played, setting the vibe. Laura was graceful, working her hips and sweeping her ass over her man’s crotch. The way she moved was inspiring, and I had to give her props.
Laura gave it her all, throwing herself into the music, but her man appeared bored, even going as far to roll his eyes when she ripped her button-down top in one fluid motion, opening it and exposing her red satin bra. Even I thought it was hot.
Bruce sent out some serious red flags. What red-blooded male wouldn’t appreciate this? Laura twirled around the stripper pole seamlessly like she’d been doing it for years instead of a couple of hours, but at this point Bruce wasn’t even watching her. Laura’s disappointment in his lackluster response killed the mood, and I felt bad for her.
After she left the center of the room, Bruce following her, Rebecca announced she was next.Welcome to the slut show,I thought but didn’t say.
Conner squeezed my hip, feeling my muscles tighten. “You’re going to show her up, babe.” My face heated at his words. Babe. Who would’ve thought that one word would make my insides turn to goo?
I shook my head; whether to get out the nerves or answer him, I wasn’t sure. My confidence was wavering under pressure. Under her pressure. Normally, I was confident and comfortable in my own skin. I didn’t know why I let Rebecca shake me, but she did.
I was frozen in place for a moment, when Conner whispered with his breath coming down hot on my neck. “I’ll put a stop to this if you don’t want to do the challenge. I’ll refuse to allow you to take your clothes off.” He smiled at me, and that smile was enough to calm my nerves. Leaning into him a bit, his heat and strength flowed through me.
Rebecca stunned us all as she strutted to the middle of the room where my brother eagerly awaited his turn. Her song was “Crazy Bitch” by Buck Cherry, and it sure suited her.
As usual, her performance had nothing to do with my brother and everything to do with her making a show of being the center of attention. She’d look to the crowd for their reactions instead of Drew’s.
All eyes were on her and not in a good way. At least mine weren’t. Her hand moved over her crotch, her body pumping, tongue licking her lips, eyes on everyone except her future husband.
As Laura’s striptease was elegant, classy, and seriously sexy, Rebecca’s was on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Rebecca had trashy all over her.
When her focus came on Conner, it hit me. She didn’t dislike Conner at all. He didn’t buy into her bullshit, and she couldn’t stand it. She wanted to break him. Make him come over to her side.
In a split second I became more determined than ever. She was going down because that would never happen.
She twerked around the pole, throwing her clothes at my brother, who appeared to see her game if the pinched forehead was anything to go by.
Then it happened. Karma paid dear ol’ Becky a visit, and I watched in avid fascination. Hey, I never said I was a saint. We take our paybacks anyway we can sometimes.
