Page 143 of The Accidental Wife

“I look…” I trail off, waiting for him to finish his sentence, but he bites his lip shaking his head.

“Like you should stay in with me and let me do some very naughty things to you.” He drawls, placing his hands at my waist and drawing me against him. I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck while gazing up into his stunning green eyes.

“Oh yeah? What kind of naughty things?” I ask alluringly while he watches me, his eyes slightly narrowed.

“Like tying you to the bed and feasting on your pussy all night long, making you come slow and hard till you’re a quivering mess.” He burrs gruffly while trailing his fingers up between my thighs. I feel an unnatural heat course through me and pool between my legs, making me ache and throb for him.

“I’m definitely down for that,” I whisper, closing my eyes as his fingers inch closer to a part of me that was just burning to be touched by him.

“Hey!” Cole and I jump when we hear Aimee once again shouting from behind us. “Tristan Cole Hoult, step away from the bride,” Aimee says, wagging her finger at him, and he curses.

“Christ,” He rolls his eyes. “How does she do that? She comes in just at the right moment when I’m about to break you.” He sighs, frustrated while pressing his forehead to mine. I smile.

“Not long left now, baby, then I’m all yours to do with what you will,” I whisper, brushing my fingers along his jaw, and he moans, closing his eyes.

“I honestly can’t wait to take you home and start my life with you.” He tells me sweetly while wrapping his arms around me.

“Me either.” I look up at him lovingly, and he brushes his nose over mine. “Have fun tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Cole nods and kisses my forehead, “You too, be careful out there, okay. Don’t go marrying anyone but me. You hear?” I laugh and nod, pressing my lips to his jaw. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Oh my God, you’re going out for the night, you’re not going off to war. Come on you.” Aimee complains, taking my hand and pulling me away from Cole, who watches me with a pout as I get dragged away from him. I kiss my fingers and press them to my heart, and he does the same with a smile.

We leave the hotel and get into the limo waiting for us outside with bottles of champagne. “Driver, crank up the music!” Aimee shouts, handing me a glass of champagne. “To Shayla and Cole!” She toasts, holding up her glass, I smile, and we all clink glasses.

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Nights outin Vegas was something else. The atmosphere was just incredible. We walked into the club and were shown to our VIP booth with so much alcohol I honestly wanted to throw up just looking at it. It was going to be a messy night, that’s for sure. One too many shots of tequila and sambuca later, I was well and truly drunk. The show was about to start. Aimee and Jo squeal excitedly when the ‘Magic Mike’ dancers come out on the stage. I literally felt like I was in the movie, it was incredible, and the guys were all hotter than each other.

“We’ve got some hot men in the U.K, but American boys just hit differently. Damn!” Jo shouts, watching the boys grind on the stage.

“You can say that again. God bless America.” Aimee mutters, watching the boys doing backflips with her mouth agape. “If I weren’t in a relationship, lord have mercy, I would have sinned all over this bitch.” I choke on my drink and laugh at the way she was staring at one of the dancers who winks at her. “Shayla, fucking hell, don’t let me drink anymore!” She pleads desperately, and I howl with laughter.

“That’s why they call it Sin City, baby.” I giggle, and Aimee takes a sip from her drink, her blue eyes avidly following the dancer.

“Oh mama.” Aimee groans when the dancer strides over to the side of the stage, takes her hands and runs them over his sweaty abs. Another tall, muscular brunette with dark eyes and a man bun crawls over to me and grins wickedly while he grinds himself on the stage, gazing into my eyes.

Holy shit.

Cole was hotter by miles, but the way he was grinding and staring into my eyes made me flush.

“Lord have mercy.” Jo sighs when her dancer leans in closer and takes her face in his hands, and tilts her head back while he brushes his nose up her throat.

“That wasn’t considered cheating, right?” Aimee asks me wide-eyed while sipping her drink. “He made me do it. I did nothing but get a little wet.” I howl with laughter and shake my head.

“No, you’re fine,” I reassure her, and she sighs, relieved.

Jo fans herself when her dancer moves away, “I think I just climaxed.” She groans, her cheeks pink. Aimee and I laugh hysterically while she sighs, shaking her head. “I wonder when they’ll do the pony dance,” Jo sighs, sipping her cocktail while watching the dancer on stage thrusting his hips in front of her. “Marry me!” She shouts up at him, and he grins. Aimee and I cackle, watching her trying to claw her way over to him.

“Jo, what are you doing? Get back here.” I scold her laughing, and she shrugs, waving me off.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a special show lined up for you next. A little birdie told me we have a bachelorette party here tonight!” the DJ announces, and I look around, my eyes wide while Aimee and Jo start screaming, pointing at me. “Boys, let’s get Shayla up on the stage!”

“What the hell did you two do?” I scold the girls, and they shake their heads.

“It wasn’t us!” Aimee tells me. I look around, horrified as four dancers come over and pull me up on stage. My heart was hammering in my chest while I look around at all the faces watching me up on stage while cheering.

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