Page 80 of Fear of Love
I was so busy watching Josie that I didn’t notice one of the other men headed my way until I felt a hand on the back of my chair. I tilted my head back to find the dancer that had the man bun and beard looking down at me.
He dipped his head until his mouth hovered over my ear.
“Care for a dance?”
I was helplessly hiding the shiver that went down my spine. I could have easily said no, but with all the alcohol in my system, Ifound myself nodding yes. With a blinding grin, the guy grabbed the back of my chair and turned me to face him.
Blood rushed to my ears as the man’s insane abs stared me directly in the face. His tattooed arms caged me against the chair as he moved his hips, grinding close without fully touching me.
“Can I touch you?” he asked, his voice so low that no one but me could hear. Again, I could only nod. He grabbed my hands off my lap and brought them up to rest on his hard chest. I felt the hard muscle move under my palms as he danced.
“You’re doing so good,” the guy whispered. I felt my cheeks flame as my hands unconsciously drifted down his chest.Oops. He only stayed like that for another moment before he let my chair go and turned around.
Josie wasn’t going to be the only one getting a bachelorette lap dance tonight.
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LYDIA
“If you pose just the right way, it makes your butt look bigger,” Josie slurred at the police officer through the metal bars.
“Show the tatas, too,” Tasha added in, shimmying her chest as she did.
“Show the curves.” Mila lifted her hands and motioned them in the shape of an hourglass.
“And smile.” I closed my eyes tightly as I showed my teeth. I hiccuped loudly and giggled, unable to help myself.
“I’ll have to try that,” the female officer mused from the outside of the jail cell.
“If I managed to snag a hottie hockey player, you can, too,” Josie said with a drunk, dopey, smile.
“My man is so smexy.” Tasha sighed. “The tattoos.”
I leaned back against the wall, thinking of Landon. I really wished he was here right now. That I could run my hands all over that broad chest of his and feel those big hands on my thighs. The male dancer from the club was fun, but I wanted Landon.
“Did you know I’m getting married!” Josie’s voice was loud as she continued talking. “In two weeks!”
“That’s why we went to a Magic Mike show,” Mila said, giggling. “You should have seen the men.”
“Oh, the mennn.” I nodded. “They have abs on abs on abs.” I gestured with my hand like I was running it down the front of their bodies.
“I got a lap dance,” Josie added. “He let me touch his abs.”
“We’re gonna get in troubleeeee.” Tasha laughed.
“Would you ladies like some water?” the officer asked.
“I would love some. You are such a sweetheart,” Josie cooed. “I like her.” All of us chorused her words as the officer went to get us something to drink.
“Wish we had more tequila,” Tasha whined. “Think Officer Newby has some at her desk?”
“We could ask.” Rationally, I knew it wasn’t a good idea to ask a police officer if she had alcohol, but seeing as the logical part of me was drunk, I didn’t care.
“How mad will the boys be?” Mila asked a moment later from her spot on the other side of the bench. She was practically lying down on it.
“For what? Going to a strip show, going to a bar, or getting arrested?” Josie asked, eyes hooded.
“Maybe all three,” a new voice said. Our heads slowly moved to look through the bars of our cell. Standing there was Wyatt, Trevor, Bryton and Landon. All four with their arms crossed, legs spread, and glares on their faces.
