Page 5 of Fall From Grace
“Jake, can you check on Tessa to see if she's okay if she’s not out within the next fifteen minutes?” I ask the bartender as I walk past, heading outside to find a backup plan for tomorrow night’s bachelorette party since I’m pretty sure Tessa has forgotten all about it now that her thunder from down under has arrived.
“Sure thing, Grace.” The bartender offers me a flirtatious smile, but I remain unfazed. My heart belongs to only one man.
five
Travis
It seems I reallydo suck at party planning. Luckily, Tessa agreed to turn the bachelorette party into a combined bachelorette/bachelor party, and all my brothers are on board—even Dale and McGregor, the new doctor in town, are okay sharing the party with the ladies.
The only thing she made me promise was not to judge their choice of entertainment—after she assured me it had nothing to do with male strippers. I agreed without hesitation, thinking about being close to Grace again, even if nothing can happen between us—maybe we can be friends.
Yeah, right. How many of my friends have I wanted to sleep with? Zero.
“Are you sure the girls are cool with letting us join their party?”
“Relax, Tucker. Sky was actually relieved that you would be here. Come on, they’re waiting for you guys to arrive.” Tessa starts to usher us into the back room of the bar when her eyes land on the front door and the guy walking toward us. “What is he doing here?”
I turn and follow her gaze to Mac as he steps next to Tanner, shaking his hand before shifting his gaze to Tessa, “Sorry, I’m late. There was an emergency at the hospital.”
“How do you know him?” Tessa places her hands on her hips and glares at Mac. That’s when I notice her outfit, or the lack of one. She’s wearing a short, silky, pink robe tied tightly at her waist. Her hair and makeup are actually done, which is so unusual for our sister.
I glance between the two of them, Tessa glaring daggers at Mac, and Mac looking like he wants to eat her up, which isn’t something a brother wants to witness someone doing with his sister.
“The real question is, how do the two of you know each other?” Tanner is the brave one to ask a pissed off Tessa what we are all thinking.
“We don’t.” She intensifies her glare at Mac before turning back toward the entrance of the back room. “Let’s get this over with.” She sighs, signaling all of us to walk past her.
Thoughts of my sister and the new doctor in town fade from my mind as I step into the room and see Grace in the same state of undress as Tessa—actually, all the women in the room wear short, silky pink robes except for Sky—hers is white. And like Tessa, their hair and makeup are done.
“Alright, gentlemen, please take a seat in one of the chairs arranged in a semi-circle," a tall blonde in the center of the semi-circle says. She’s also wearing a robe, but hers is black. We all do as we’re told and take a seat. “Ladies, pick your partner and don’t forget to lose the robes.”
I’m still fixated on the part where she says, "lose the robes," when I realize Grace is standing next to me, wearing a deep red lacy bodysuit that luckily isn’t transparent; otherwise, I’d have to kill all the guys in the room for looking at her. I quickly glance around to see what everyone else is doing and notice that all the girls have paired up with their significant others, wearing similar outfits to Grace's but in different colors. Tessa is the only one still wearing her robe—she stands between Dale and Mac, glaring at Mac. I’m not close enough to hear what’s happening, but soon, Dale moves to the middle of the room and sits in the chair in front of the blonde, while Tessa whips off her robe and throws it at Mac.
“I’m not sure what’s happening between them—only that Tessa thought he was a male stripper coming to audition for her yesterday.” Grace’s face lights up as she laughs, reminding me of how much I’ve missed her laugh. “I wonder when she realizedhe wasn’t really a stripper.” Her laugh is contagious, and I find myself joining in.
“That’s hilarious. It’s about time someone pulled a fast one on her.”
“Alright, class, settle down.” The blonde claps her hands to gain our attention. “If you haven’t guessed it already, this is a lap dance class. By the time I’m done teaching you, the women will be experts and the men will be horny as hell.”
“Are you okay, being my partner?” Grace’s expression changes to one of apprehension.
Am I okay with having the woman of my dreams grind all over me? Hell yes, I am. The real question is, am I strong enough to resist pushing that little bit of fabric covering her pussy aside and plunging into her wet heat?
“Considering my choices are my sister, yuck, or the blonde who looks like she’s going to grind Dale raw—I’m fine with you as my partner.” It was meant as a joke, but a sadness crosses Grace’s features.
Damn, I messed up.
I open my mouth to apologize, but nothing comes out as Grace straddles my thighs, lowers her lace-covered pussy to my lap, and begins to grind just as the teacher instructs.
Somewhere in the room, the classic stripper song, "Pour Some Sugar on Me," begins to play, but I’m too far gone to noticeanything except the woman lifting her hips and rotating them on my denim-covered cock, pressing her pussy against me repeatedly. Her hips matching the music's rhythm as it pulses through the room.
I’ve never been to a strip club before, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to touch the strippers during a lap dance, yet that doesn’t stop me from letting my hands roam all over Grace’s body. My hands tighten at her waist, holding her and pulling her closer to me—I can feel her wetness seeping onto my jeans.
I’m vaguely aware of my brothers throwing their partners over their shoulders and rushing out of the room—even Dale and the instructor and Tessa and Mac—leaving only Grace and me alone in the room.
The song comes to an end, and we’re left panting for a breath as our lust fills the air. “You want to get out of here?” I place my hand under Grace’s chin and lift her head to gaze into her lust-filled eyes.
“Yes.” She moans.
