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I pull away when her chest is covered in chill bumps and look up at her. "Are you cold?"
"No. It's your beard. It tickles in the best way," she whispers.
"I think I'm in lust with you." The words spill from my lips, my mind not even thinking about what is being said.
"I guess that makes two of us," she replies, causing my heart rate to increase. I grab the back of her neck and kiss her, long and hard.
My right hand inches around to her front, disappearing between our bodies until it's sitting on my lap, slowly moving between her legs. I flip it palm up and move her panties aside. She pulls her front in closer to mine, just in time for me to shove two fingers inside.
She moans into my mouth. "Why do you insist on doing things like this at the worst places?" she whispers against my lips, both of our eyes still closed.
"Because watching you come is becoming my favorite part of being out in public. Fuck my hand. Give me a lap dance and no one will know."
"Going out is never going to be the same when you leave," she whispers again, as if speaking aloud could give us away.
"That's what I'm hoping for," I say, and silence her with a kiss as she begins rocking on my hand. It takes only a few moments before she finds a rhythm just like she would my dick. The pads of my fingers hit against something soft each time she bucks against my palm. My hard cock is lying against the inseam of my jeans at her thighs, behaving itself even though it wants to be turned loose.
She pulls her lips away, her eyes locking on mine. She's concentrating to keep them open, her hands ascending from the shirt around my neck into my hair, pulling hard on the ends. "I'm going to come on your hand. I can't believe I'm going to . . ."
And within a few seconds my fingers become drenched as her hips slow in pace, turning into more of a pulse, her moans attacking my ear when she leans in to avoid attention. "Fuck, Bry."
She finally stills, her tits pressing into my shirt every time she inhales. "I love listening to you come, feeling you drench me, and seeing you completely let go on top of me."
Her fingers are rubbing in my hair. "I can't believe I let you do that in the middle of a strip club."
"You let me because I didn't give you the option. Sometimes, beautiful, all a control freak needs is for someone to take away her ability to control the situation."
She pulls away and grabs her shirt off my neck, temporarily leaving my fingers submerged inside of her pussy as she pulls it back on. "And how would you know?"
I smile. "I'm the asshole, remember?"
She clenches hard around my fingers, sending a spasm through my dick. "How could I have forgotten?" she says, her lips crashing against mine. She slowly pushes up from my lap, forcing my fingers from her body. I don't argue or stop her. He wants in, and he's going to be pissed and cause me physical pain if I don't give him his way.
I look over her shoulder to Saxton and Kambry heading this way, both of them with a fucking post orgasmic, sex-crazed expression on their faces. Clothes are slightly disturbed from their original state, and they're walking as if they're in a hurry to be somewhere. "Bachelor two o'clock."
Tynleigh stands and turns, only to sit back down, covering my erection. My hand drapes over her lap, holding her to me. She grabs our drinks off the table before they reach us, handing me my beer as she begins sipping on hers. "How was it?" she asks when they approach.
Kambry's face is the color of a chili pepper, but she smiles. A shit-eating grin at that. "It was so much fun! Such a rush."
"I'm guessing you're feeling better," I say.
Her fingertips go to her mouth—a nervous habit I've noticed she does sometimes. "Yes."
"Good."
Saxton's eyes are glued to Tynleigh on my lap before he starts shaking his head. "Are the two of you ready to go now? This was all your doing, both of you. I've seen shit I will never be able to remove from my memory today, I came out like you asked and let Kambry have her fun, and just like I expected shit went down. I want to go home. I've had enough of a club on the night before my wedding."
"You've turned into such a whiny bitch with love. Take your balls back, bro."
"Hey, I have had nothing to do with his balls being compromised. Leave me out of this," Kambry says, laughing.
He whips his head toward her. She holds up her hands, rolling her eyes. "What? Things turned out better than the original plan. Relax. They have done so much for us this week. The least we can do is not be sucky guests. They have unfinished drinks. It's rude to walk out on a perfectly good cocktail. Plus, I'm kind of thirsty," she says, her hand going to her throat, faking a cough.
He drops his attitude with the fall of his shoulders, pulling out a chair and sitting a few feet away. "If you want to stay, we'll stay," he answers in defeat.
"I take back every crazy thought I've had since the two of you got engaged suddenly. There was never any woman better for your bitch ass than that one," I say, laughing against the rim of my beer bottle, turning it up.
He pulls Kambry in his lap. "Shut up, asshole. One of these days I'm going to rub everything in your face. Real fucking soon."
