Page 66 of Sweet Surrender
“Stay!” Blake commanded, then joined Justine and Will at the bar. Beau came to join Taylor and spun her around so her back was plastered to his chest.
“You smell incredible,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder.
She shivered, leaning into him. “I feel like you’re buttering me up.”
“You’re right. I need some brownie points because you’re about to see something that will haunt you and it’s all my fault. Your stepbrother is about to get a lap dance that is going to drive him wild.”
She tried to pull away, but a firm arm banded around her stomach and kept her in place.
“That’s disgusting and I doubt he’ll get turned on by a random stripper,” she scoffed.
“Well, I warned you.” His words had her drifting back to that moment in her bedroom where he said something similar and her brain nearly short-circuited. She was pulled from her thoughts by the lights in the bar dimming as the stripper appeared.
She was a little on the short side and a lot curvy.Strange choice of outfit,Taylor thought as she took in the mechanics overalls that covered the stripper’s ample curves and a welding mask shielded her face. She was only wearing a bra underneath the overalls, her blonde curls bouncing around her shoulders and Taylor burst out laughing as she recognized her best friend.
“He’s going to love you forever,” she said, looking up at Beau.
He grinned down at her. “Damn straight.”
Christy slinked over to Dean and twirled around him, stroking a hand down his chest before grabbing the hem of his shirt and tearing up the middle. Justine whooped loudly as Christy began unsnapping her overalls then let them fall to her waist.
“Uh, ma’am. I don’t mean to be rude but…” Dean’s words rose over the music but stalled when she straddled his lap and pushed her breasts into his face. After a moment a smile split Dean’s face.
“I fucking love you!” Dean shouted to Beau, then he wasn’t able to talk as Christy shimmied and shook in front of him and his eyes were glued to her chest. Christy stepped out of the overalls to reveal a matching bra and panty set. The crowd cheered but Dean didn’t notice them, he couldn’t take his eyes from her. Christy whipped off the helmet to more cheers and brought a finger to her mouth, licking it and running it down over her body. The growl from Dean echoed around the room and then he lifted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist and they kissed hungrily. Taylor turned away as they disappeared down the dark hallway of the bar.
“Whelp, that’s something I never want to see again,” she groaned.
Beau laughed. “I think they might be a while, let’s get some drinks in.”
They all chatted while waiting for the love birds to finish something Taylor didn’t want to think about. They finally reappeared, Christy fully clothed and glowing with happiness, and a sharp pang pierced Taylor’s stomach at the sight of it.That was weird.
“Chica,you’re amazing and that was fucking hot. I wassoturned on,” Justine said, wrapping Christy in a hug.
“This feels weird to say after what I saw you do to my brother, but I’m proud of you,” Taylor said. Christy had worked really hard to gain her body confidence after years of tearing herself down so to see her come out and do a performance like that was truly impressive.
“Now that’s out of the way, we can leave and start my bachelorette party!” Christy squealed.
“Just need to go to the bathroom,” Taylor said, heading off and leaving Dean and Christy to say an emotional farewell, like they weren’t going to see each other at the end of the night.There’s that damn pain again, what the hell?
When she came back from the bathroom she spotted Beau at the bar but he wasn’t alone. Some perky blonde was draped over him, walking her fingers up his arm to his chest. Something dark exploded inside Taylor and she stomped over to them, barely containing the growl rumbling through her as she grabbed the girl’s arm and pulled it away from Beau.
“Hands off, he’s taken.”
The blonde’s eyes widened but a catty smile appeared on her perfect face.
“You sure about that, Red?”
“You heard her, he’s taken,” Beau said, his voice hard as he curled his arm around Taylor’s waist and pulled her against him. The blonde rolled her eyes and walked away to try her luck with Will, but Beau didn’t release his grip.
“Christ, Taylor. That was hot as hell,” he rumbled in her ear and then spun her to face him. “Remember what I said. I know what I want and I damn sure hope you want the same.”
The fierce possessiveness in his eyes left her speechless. She nodded and then she was leaving with Christy and Justine, throwing one last look at him over her shoulder. Their eyes met again and, in that moment, she had never wanted anyone more.
They made their way back to The Rusty Bucket Inn, had a lot of champagne and played some traditional bachelorette party games, including blindfolded ‘pin the penis on the stripper’, which ended up with them all cackling loudly at the random places the penis was pinned.
“I love Dean, like, soooo much. I hope you know that,” Christy slurred. Taylor had got them some more shots, she needed alcohol to give her the courage that Sober Taylor needed to make her decision. To give her body what it wanted,whoit wanted. If she was Sober Taylor then her mind would be thinking about silly things like consequences and the morning after. Drunk Taylor was like Daffy Duck:consequences schmonsequences.
Taylor nodded at Christy and then started drunk karaoke. Justine kept insisting that she was the only one who could actually sing but to her ears Taylor sounded perfect and only half of the bar disagreed. Justine decided to call it a night when Christy shredded all the paper penises from their game, announcing dramatically that she had found the perfect one and didn’t need these. They waited in the parking lot, watching Taylor get home safely, making sure stupid Dale wasn’t around and then Taylor waved goodbye and Justine drove off to take Christy home.
