Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
His expression is all the reassurance I need, as he looks me up and down, feeling lucky as fuck to be here right now. Like Travis makes me feel when we’re together.
I unbutton my jeans and unzip my fly before standing up, turning around, and stepping back so my ass is right in the guy’s face. Squatting, I reach behind me, grab his hands, and hook his fingers in either side of my jeans before urging him to pull them down.
He slides them down halfway. I stand and let them fall to my ankles, revealing my gold-banded black Calvins. I slide my feet out of my jeans and give him another lap dance, facing the audience. I place his hands on my torso, encouraging him to feel me up, which is driving everyone insane.
The dollar bills are flying onto the stage, and I lean back, keeping my balance as I grip the bottom of the chair. I turn to him, our lips inches from each other. I can tell he’d kiss me in a heartbeat, but the tease is what’s driving the audience insane.
He starts moving in like he’s going to, so I turn my head, but continue to let him enjoy groping me, fondling me.
This is so freeing. So liberating.
And as the dollars continue collecting on the stage, I can tell I’ve made more than my share of cash.
“Well, wasn’t that steamy?” Miss Laurie Firebomb says, but she can hardly be heard over the applause.
The music cuts off, and I turn to the guy who’s been helping me, thanking him for participating. He seems eager for more, but I thank him again and step off the opposite side of the stage Travis is on. Clearly, the tequila’s hit my system now. And I’m overwhelmed by what a frenzy everyone’s still causing over my silly little scene.
Peter and Evan are standing in my path to Travis.
“Hey, boys,” I say as I reach them. I grab Evan’s cocktail and take a sip before returning it to him. “Sorry,” I say. “Was that yours?”
The expression on Evan’s face, not conceited or annoyed, but sad, makes me think I may have taken out my frustration on the wrong guy. He didn’t cheat on me. Peter did.
I smile at Peter before moving along, the guys in the crowd parting for me like I’m fucking royalty.
Travis stands on the other end of the stage, still in only the pink jockstrap, his eyes wide like he’s impressed.
24
Travis
A burst of pride swells in my chest, an unfamiliar feeling since it’s not myself I’m proud of right now. It’s also not the only foreign emotion twisting at my insides, but it’s a whole hell of a lot easier to deal with. Because as proud as I’d been watching Gary up there, seeing him fucking shine full of the confidence his sexy ass deserves, there had been a point where I wanted to rush the stage. That I’d felt anger that it hadn’t been me getting a lap dance from him. That a room full of other men had seen Gary let loose and be free in a way he typically only does with me.
Ain’t that some fucking shit?
“Hey!” Gary says when he reaches me, his breathing labored, likely from adrenaline.
“That motherfucker is looking at you.”
“The guy I danced with?” Gary turns to check out the scene, sounding a little more excited than I’d like to hear from him, and then I have the urge to slam my head into a pole because that shit shouldn’t bother me.
“No. He can look at you all he wants. He has the right to look at you, and touch you or whatever the hell else you want to do with him. I’m talking about Peter.” But honestly, I really don’t like the other guy wanting him either. That’s a bit of information I’ll just keep to myself.
“Oh,” Gary says, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“Did you want that guy looking at you?” I ask him.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Did Peter say something to you?” Jesus. I sound like a Neanderthal all of a sudden. Like I’m going to go over and defend his honor or something. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“What? No. And even if he did, I can handle it myself.”
I know he can. I think Gary can handle a whole lot more than he gives himself credit for. “I know, but it’s still fun to piss him off. I’m your boyfriend. I have the right.”
His eyes go wide, and he looks like he’s going to swallow his own tongue. I’m not sure why he’s freaking out. We’re both in this fake relationship together. He knows I have to play it off for everyone. “Let’s go.” I grab his hand and head toward Peter and Evan. Peter has his eyes firmly on us, fire blazing as Evan leans against a wall with his arms crossed. What a fucking slimeball. I can’t believe Gary was ever with him.