bachelor party. We gotta take this dude to a strip club,” Max slurs at the table we’re all seated around inside the brewery Kate booked a reservation at.
Miles, Sam, Josh, Max, and I have done three beer flights each and are about five pizzas in and feeling like a million bucks. Onto the next stop.
I slap my hand on the table. “I’ll hit the ATM.”
Miles gets an uncomfortable look on his face. “Do we really have to go?” he asks with his voice rising at the end. “’Cuz if I’m going to be honest, you guys, I hate strip clubs. I always feel awkward ’cuz I don’t know what to do with my hands. You’re not supposed to touch the strippers but they are literally in your lap…so what…I just…hold my hands up like I’m under arrest?”
“We’ll get you a police stripper,” Max drawls, waggling his eyebrows excitedly. “Or a dominatrix who can tie your hands behind your back.”
Miles groans and looks over to Sam for a rescue. Sam’s deep voice says, “Why see strippers when my girl is hotter than all of them and will strip for me for free?”
Miles’s head jerks back in horror, and he leans forward, thrusting his finger in Sam’s face. “Bro, you can’t say stuff like that…we talked about this, remember? I know you’re fucking my sister, but I can’t know you’re fucking my sister. You guys are saving yourselves for marriage in my mind. Scratch that…you’re not even going to have sex when you’re married. If you have a kid, it’s going to be an immaculate conception.”
Sam bows his head in shame. “Sorry, man. It slipped.”
“You can’t use the word slipped around me anymore. Everything you say sounds dirty now and I’m going to vomit up all that gross IPA beer that Dean made us drink.”
“You get used to the hops,” I exclaim and shake my head in frustration. This crew cannot appreciate the delicacies of a good IPA.
“So, what? We’re just…going back to the house?” Max groans like someone just kicked his puppy.
“No, we’re going back to your mansion,” Miles corrects, holding his fist out to Max for a bump. “Thanks for hooking us up, by the way. I know Kate is a lot, but fucking hell, I love her.”
Max smiles. “Someone has to.”
It’s nearing midnight by the time the chauffeured van pulls up to the house to drop us off. The inside is lit up like a Christmas tree so the girls are clearly still awake. I’m actually kind of nervous to see Norah since I basically propositioned her in our room mere hours ago and we haven’t spoken since.
But fuck, I couldn’t help myself.
Thinking of Norah using that pink vibrator on her pink pussy made my dick rock-hard in my tight-ass jeans. God, how often does she use that thing? Does she watch porn while she does it? Is there someone she thinks about? These are the millions of dirty thoughts that have been racing through my mind after every sip of beer I had tonight.
And fuck me, why does she think a toy is better than the real thing? Who are the guys she’s fucked who have let her become satisfied with a battery-operated device? They deserve to have the shit kicked out of them and their brains wiped because they clearly didn’t realize the stunning woman they had in bed needed to be worshipped.
And I would worship Norah.
I’d worship her so much she’d forget about how busy she is, and how many goals she has to accomplish, and how early she has to get up to open the bakery. Her brain would be ruined by epic orgasm after epic orgasm…as it should be. I’d be willing to use that fucking pink thing on her if that’s what she wanted. It would be better than sex to watch her cheeks go red, watch her squirm and grip the comforter, hear her frustrated noises.
Goddammit, I’m getting hard all over again.
I need to chill the fuck out because Norah is probably getting ready to inform me that I’m sleeping on the patio furniture for the shit I said to her earlier tonight. Part of me knows I deserve it, but the other part of me gets off on pushing her. I want to see her fall apart, lose control, feel something beyond stress. It would be a fearsome sight to behold.
We make our way toward the formal dining room where we hear the girls. When we turn the corner and see