Page 14 of Wild Ever After
YOU’RE EASY TO READ, BUT HARD TO FIGURE OUT
JADE
“There isno sitting down at a bachelorette party.” Scarlett pulls me to my feet. “We still have so many more things to cross off the list.”
“What list?” Ash asks.
The girl he was dancing with followed him back to our table. Everyone else has returned as well, except Jack.
Piper produces the scavenger hunt list and Ash and Maverick read through my remaining tasks: do a blow job shot, use the men’s bathroom, get carried into a bar.
“Bring on the shot,” I say. I am almost to that happy drunken state, where I won’t care that my fiancé called off the wedding I’m pretending to be celebrating. Almost. My optimism for getting him back is at an all-time low. I’m sure tomorrow I will wake up and find that spark of hope again, but right now, I’m just really sad and frustrated about it all.
Dakota gets me the shot from the bar, and I reach for it.
“Oh no,” she says. “A blow job shot can only be taken one way.”
“The list does not specify,” I say, knowing exactly what she means but not wanting to ask some random guy if I can take a shot from between his legs.
“You know very well that’s what it meant,” Scarlett insists. She scans the bar. “Want me to find the lucky guy?”
“Is it really necessary?” My question is lost in the excitement of my friends sizing up all the available men.
“What about Dec?” Tyler asks.
Everyone stops and stares at the man sitting across from me. I don’t know Declan that well, but something about him seems different tonight. He’s always quiet and stays out of the center of attention, but earlier, he almost looked angry. It was a good look on him, not going to lie, but I can’t help but wonder what had him all worked up like that. Does he date? I never thought to ask before, but now I really want to know.
He doesn’t say anything, and before I know it, I’m being ushered around to him as the shot glass is placed between his massive thighs.
An unexpected rush of heat hits my cheeks as I squat in front of him. He spreads his legs farther, and I rest my palms on his knees for balance. He’s warm and hard under my touch. I glance up at him. His eyes are a dark shade of brown with flecks of green I’ve never noticed before. A small scar above his lip and the short scruff coating his jawline interrupts his otherwise perfect features.
All eyes are on me as I inch closer. My hair falls into my face and one of his big hands comes forward to hold it back for me. Another rush of heat warms my face as our friends cackle. We’ve just turned this blow job shot scenario into an even more accurate roleplay.
“Sorry.” I think I hear him murmur.
I remove one of my hands from his leg and hold my own hair. That’d be more accurate for the BJ scenarios of my life anyway. Wrapping my lips around the small glass, I tip it back, once more making eye contact with Declan. The whipped cream makes it hard for the liquor to trickle out of the glass, but eventually, I swallow it all down.
I hold up the empty glass for everyone to see and wipe my mouth.
“Damn. This is what girls do at bachelorette parties?” Leo asks. He turns to Scarlett. “We’re definitely having a joint party.”
Declan takes my free hand and helps me to my feet.
“Thanks,” I say, meeting his gaze and still blushing. “You’re a good sport.”
“It’s anything but a hardship to have a gorgeous girl kneeling in front of me.”
I can’t think of what to say to that, but thankfully Declan tips his head and asks, “Can I buy you a real drink?”
“Yes, please.”
I follow him to the bar, and he pulls out the only remaining seat for me and orders us two tequilas.
“Tequila is a real drink?” I ask, as the bartender pours it into the shot glasses and adds a lemon to the side.
“It’s honest. No frills.” He thanks the bartender and pushes one of the glasses toward me.
I pick it up, trying not to smell the strong liquor. He removes the lemon from his and tosses it onto a napkin.
