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Just as Missy tells us to get our freak on, Zoey wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling our bodies flush. I hold her body to mine, then slide down to her ass, squeezing. People bump and grind all around us, singing obnoxiously loud, but my only focus is on her as I think about how gorgeous she looks in my arms. The look she’s giving me tells me she wants more than just this.
The music fades, and another song roars through the club, and I have to taste her. Cupping her face, I capture her mouth, causing her to gasp as I slip my tongue between her beautiful, soft lips. I slow my pace, allowing her to push me away if she wants, but when she doesn’t, I tilt her chin up and deepen the kiss.
“Mmm…” She moans as she twirls her tongue with mine.
“Fuck, Zoey.” I kiss my way down her neck before finding her soft lips again. “Don’t make those kinds of noises when I can’t rip off your clothes.”
Her eyes are open and on me in a second. Lust fills them, but I can’t tell if my words offended her or if she’s thinking the same thing. By the way her breathing hitches, I’m willing to bet it’s the latter.
Chapter Six
Zoey
By the time we’re dropped off at the third stop, I’m beyond buzzed, though part of me thinks the alcohol isn’t the only thing making me feel high on life. The moment Riley’s lips touched mine, my world tilted, and I never wanted anything more than to get lost in his kiss.
I love how he can’t keep his hands off me, the way my body responds when he’s close, and the harsh feel of his facial hair against my soft skin. I want to scratch my nails down his back as our bodies rock in rhythm on the dance floor. His movements heighten my senses, making me wish we were alone so I could do inappropriate things to him.
There’s a nice rooftop patio at the club, and it’s where we all meet. My sister is happily plastered, and she has that glassy look on her face that tells me she’s not feeling a damn thing. Tomorrow, we’ll undoubtedly all feel like shit, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime trip, so I’m taking full advantage of letting loose while I can.
“You feeling okay, sis?” I ask with another drink in my hand. It doesn’t even taste like alcohol anymore, and I’ve lost count of what number this is.
“Never. Better.” She pronounces her words slowly and carefully, making us giggle.
“To Summer’s last week of freedom!” Chelsea shouts, and we hold up our drinks and cheer.
“You excited to be tied down to one man forever?” Diesel challenges.
“They were high school sweethearts,” I explain. “They’re sickly in love!”
“He’s always been the one,” Chelsea slurs with a cheesy grin.
I adore him and am really happy they’re finally tying the knot after all this time.
“Are you excited for the big day?” Riley asks. “Or nervous?”
“I’m only nervous about something not going right because our mother is a type A neat freak. A perfectionist. It’s kinda annoying, even if she means well, but other than her stressing me out, I’m not at all apprehensive about marrying Owen.”
Diesel claps his hands, grabbing all of our attention, as usual. “I just had the best fucking idea ever for your payback dare.”
Riley groans, and I roll my eyes. “Of course you do.”
“Payback dare?” I inquire as I sip on the last of my drink.
“Yeah, the asshole dared me to do that amateur stripper show last night, and now it’s time for my revenge,” Diesel explains, rubbing his palms together.
“This ought to be good,” Riley provokes, putting both of his arms behind his head.
Diesel flashes a devilish smirk that even makes me concerned. “You—” He points at Riley. “And you—” Then he points at me. “Get hitched in Vegas.”
I start laughing as do the other girls, but Riley just scowls and shakes his head at Diesel. What is it with guys always having to one-up each other?
“That’s not a dare.” Riley scoffs.
“You know what happens if you don’t do it!” Diesel taunts. “Or do I need to remind you like you so nicely reminded me?”
“Uh…” I interrupt. “What exactly happens if you pass on a dare?”
“Don’t ask—” Riley begins, but Diesel cuts him off.
“He—”
“Fuck off.” Riley shoots him down again. “I’m not bringing Zoey into this.”
“Well, let’s ask the future Mrs. Bishop, shall we?” Diesel turns toward me with a shit-eating grin. “Don’t you want to help this hunk of a Southern man, total gentleman, and from what I’ve heard—a great lay—go through with his dare so he doesn’t have to pay a hefty fee? Or plan B— baring his ass to the whole city?”
“Oh my God, he said it…” Riley’s head falls back on a groan, making me laugh at how embarrassed he is.
