Page 5 of Rum & Coke
“Where are we going?” Gabe questioned as the bus started to move.
“Around,” Paul answered, making everyone except Gabe laugh. We knew the plan. Tessa was going to come out in a few minutes and talk Gabe into getting down to his boxers all while he was handcuffed to the railing behind him. It was part of a master plan. Brad’s master plan, actually.
“Are you going to be in a shit mood the entire night?” Nick asked.
Gabe glared at him. “I just want to know where we’re going.”
“It’s a surprise. Now drink your drink, loosen the fuck up and have a good time. This is your night.” Paul gestured with his head toward the drink in Gabe’s hand.
He cracked his neck to relieve tension, nodded, and took a long gulp of his drink. Paul moved beside me, and I knew the show was about to start.
I smiled. Not only because I was getting to see Tessa again, but because Gabe was in for a real treat. Hell, so was I. Sure, I’d seen more titties than I could count, but never had I been this excited before. I was dying to know what was under her bikini top. Dying to know what was under the bottoms too, but I knew that wouldn’t happen tonight. Tessa worked for a tittie bar, not a full nude club, so she’d only take her top off.
Tessa sauntered down the hall, the dress she arrived in gone. She wore a sparkling red bikini with fishnet stockings and stilettos, her hands on her hips as her ass swayed past me, and her long brown hair in a ponytail. Good Lord, she was stunning, and my mouth started to water as I stared at her. I took a sip of my rum and Coke. It was my go-to. I was the rum guy, Gabe was a whiskey man, Paul loved tequila, Nick was a vodka guy, and Bradley liked his gin.
“What did you do?” Gabe hissed.
“Me?” Paul asked, bringing a hand to his chest as if he was innocent.
I grinned. When we came up with this plan, Bradley had asked if we were good at lying. Paul was playing his part well.
“Autumn knows about this?” Gabe waved a free hand up and down the length of Tessa’s body as she stood in front of him.
My gaze moved to her ass, and I had to take another sip of my drink to wash down how much I was salivating. I wanted to drop to my knees and bite her plump ass.
“Well …” Paul started to say, and we all laughed. Paul had mentioned that Autumn knew about the camping, but not about the stripper.
“Just relax,” Tessa cooed and knelt before him. The sight of her on her knees made my dick twitch in my pants, and I wished she’d turn around and pretend I was Gabe. I wanted her to work my belt buckle free, pull down the zipper of my jeans, and then take my dick in her mouth.
“Look, lady—”
Tessa stood and straddled his hips. I watched her whisper something into his ear as my gaze locked with Gabe’s. I couldn’t hear what was said, but Gabe grinned. My eyes narrowed out of anger. I wanted her to straddle me, ride me, make me feel good. Whisper intomyear.
She leaned back, and Gabe asked, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Tessa.”
“Well, Tessa …” He looked over her shoulder at Paul, narrowing his eyes as if to say he was finally going to take the stick out of his ass and said, “Do your thing.” He flipped Paul off and then moved his attention back to Tessa.
So did I. Her back was still toward me as she stayed straddled on his lap. Then button by button, the plan started. She undid his button-up dark blue shirt, and once she had it off his body, Gabe reached up as though he was going to untie her bikini top. I silently wished she’d turn around so I could see her tits.
Tessa slapped his hand, and I smiled. “No touching.”
“Are you serious?” Gabe protested.
She stood and threw Gabe’s shirt at Nick. “I am.”
“Sweetheart,” Gabe chuckled, “you promised me your tits.”
“I vote for tits,” I chimed in before I realized what I was saying.
Gabe’s gaze met mine again, and he nodded approval. “See, we want to see your boobs.”
“All in good time, boys.”
“Let the woman work,” Brad stated.
“Now …” Tessa knelt again, and my dick twitched as I watched her grab Gabe’s belt buckle. “You won’t be needing this.”
