Page 19 of Only Me
Epilogue One
Six Months Later - Casey
“Come on, girl, no one cares what you want, we want a bachelorette party for the ages!” Zsa Zsa drags me through the front door of the Pink Pony, her nails digging into my hand as she struggles to get me to cooperate.
“Zsa, Zeke will fire you if he finds out you’re bringing me to the club on ladies’ night during prime club hours.” I try to dig my heels in, but the slick wood floors in the hallway do little to impede our progress. Plus, I can’t put up too much of a fight because I’m afraid my unbalanced equilibrium will send me toppling to the floor any minute. No one tells you before you get pregnant that your entire center of gravity shifts and you become a big ole clutz. Zeke has been carrying me around for months because I’m always tripping or bumping into things with my belly.
“What boss man doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Zsa Zsa takes both my hands and pulls just enough that I have no choice but to follow or risk injury to our baby or me. “Besides, you need to see the goods of other men before you tie yourself down to one cock for the rest of your life.
“I think that ship has sailed Zsa.” I glance pointedly down to where my ever-expanding stomach tents out my maternity dress. These days stretchy pants and t-shirts are about all I wear, but Zsa insisted I get dressed up for my bachelorette party. “Besides, I don’t want to see anyone else’s junk. I like Zeke’s junk. I love it.”
“Girl, stop before you make me gag.” Finally, we breach the curtain separating the hallway from the club, and it dawns on me that the place is quiet as a morgue. I look around and the normal rowdy, Thursday night crowd of drunk women trying to grope our stable of male dancers, is completely absent. Ladies night has gone extremely well over the past six months. So well, we’re thinking about opening a separate location that will solely cater to women.
“Where is everyone?”
Zsa Zsa ignores me but continues to pull me toward the stage where she not so gently pushes me into a chair right by the edge of the elevated platform.
“Don’t worry, the party is just about to get started.” Zsa runs on her tip-toes over to the DJ booth and quickly turns on the quintessential song for all-male strippers: Pony by Ginuwine. I’ve never seen any of the guys perform before, but I’ve run across them here and there while working in the office. I have no desire to see any of them naked, and the moment the curtain flies open, I cover my eyes.
“Lady of the evening, please feast your eyes on the one, the only, Zeke, the Builder!” Zsa Zsa draws out the stage name, and I’m so shocked to hear my husband-to-be’s name I almost don’t glance up to see.
But then I feel his gentle, giant finger under my chin, tilting my head back.Dayum. I wipe at the corner of my mouth to make sure no drool is sneaking out. Because there he is, my man, wearing a construction hat, a bright orange vest, no shirt underneath, of course, and the tightest jeans with rips over the knees, and a tool belt hanging low around his hips.
The outfit is hot enough, but the flames of pure lust burning in his eyes is what does me in. My panties soak in mere seconds, and I’m ready to get on my knees and worship the man I love with my entire heart.
“You the lucky lady getting married tomorrow?” Zeke says with a smirk.
I nod dumbly, still a little confused as to why Zeke is on stage, and no one else is in the audience. Which is a good thing, because if anyone else were here to see him like this, I’d scratch their eyes out.
Just as the thought occurs to me, I turn to Zsa Zsa, because, yeah, not even she is allowed to see my soon-to-be husband almost shirtless. Thankfully our trusted floor manager is hightailing it out the back door with nothing but a wave over her shoulder.
“Don’t worry; this is a private show.” Zeke does a body roll and spins in a tight circle, a huge grin on his face the entire time.
I wish I could say it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I really do, but the truth is, my Zeke is no dancer. His timing is all off, not synching up with the beats at all. He’s a little stiff, and he keeps shooting furtive glances at me, trying to gauge my reaction.
Laughter bubbles in my belly, but I refuse to let it out. It’s obvious he’s worked on this routine. So, I give him the encouragement I know he needs and wants. “Woooo yeah, baby. Move those hips.”
A blush rushes up to his cheeks at my over the top catcalling, but he relaxes a little more, getting into the movements. From the corner of my eye, I spot a white envelope on the table. Glancing down I see my name scrawled across the front in Zsa Zsa’s loopy cursive and picked it up. Inside is a stack of ones, so thick I can barely wrap my hand around it.
Another laugh bubbles to the surface, but as I swing my gaze back up to the love of my life all amusement dies. Because he’s slowly peeling off that orange vest to reveal his hard-packed abs, the waistband of his black boxer briefs peeks out above the jeans.
True, I see this man naked on a daily basis. But no matter how many times I see him, it never lessens the impact of how gorgeous he is. The vest drops to the ground, closely followed by Zeke. He writhes on the ground for a few seconds, then executes three hard thrusts of his hips that make my pussy clench with need.
Yeah, not laughing now. But my pregnancy hormones are yelling for some attention to be directed toward the very wet place between my thighs.
Coming over to the side of the stage, Zeke jumps down and prowls toward me, all sex and mischief in his eyes. Pushing my legs together, he straddles my lap and starts in on the body rolls again, not so awkward now.
I reach up to slide my fingers down the ridges of his six-pack, but he gently captures my wrists and plants my hands on the sides of the chair.
“No touching the talent.” The words are firm, but I can hear the humor in his voice.
My mouth has gone dry, and I’m so turned on I’m afraid if I open my lips it will just be a string of nonsensical whimpers and moans.
Continuing with his routine, Zeke turns around and does the same body rolls in reverse so his round ass that I love so damn much pops right in my line of sight. Next, he turns, unbuckles his tool belt, while still moving more or less in time with the song, and drops the heavy belt to the table beside us.
Suddenly, I remember the stack of bills and reach out to grab one, tucking it in the waistband of his jeans. He plucks it out and shakes his head with a mocking look of admonishment.
I must look confused because he winks at me, then grabs the front of my loose blouse and pulls it down to the front of my bra exposed. My jaw drops when he tucks the dollar bill beneath the center of my bra, right between my breasts. Placing his palms on the insides of my knees, Zeke pushes them apart and drops to his knees. Slowly, he drags his nose up the inside of my leg, from my calf to where it connects to my body. My loose dress bunches up around the tops of my thighs, leaving my legs exposed to him. Bypassing the part of me that needs him most, he continues his journey up my body, pausing to kiss my swelling belly, until his mouth is even with the dollar bill. Eyes locked with mine, he grips the bill between his teeth and slowly pulls it out from my bra.
