Page 6 of Rum & Coke
“Whoa!” He started to crawl away, but before he could move, Tessa was back on his lap.
“Someone needs to be handcuffed so he can’t move.”
Gabe shook his head. “You’re not handcuffing me.”
I grinned. This was part of the plan. We needed Gabe handcuffed so he couldn’t chase after us once he realized what was happening.
“Yes, I am,” Tessa stated matter-of-factly.Good girl.
“You’re stripping me of my clothes before we go to a club? That defeats the purpose,” Gabe groaned.
“You don’t know how to dress yourself?” she teased, and I couldn’t fight my chuckle any longer. In fact, we were all laughing. He had no clue.
“I … You don’t need to handcuff me.”
No one said anything while Gabe looked at each and every one of us. Finally, he removed that stick that was up his ass and let Tessa handcuff him. She cuffed one wrist and then the other above his head. Bradley had worked it so that the cuffs were on a long chain and the chain was the part wrapped around the bar. The guys moved to get a refill on their drinks, but I couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move.
Tessa removed his belt and then stood just asPonyby Ginuwine blared through the speaker. “That’s my cue,” she stated, and her hips started to sway and roll as her hands glided across her upper body. I took another sip of my drink, finishing it off, and then sucked an ice cube into my mouth, needing to do something to distract me from how much I wanted to be Gabe.
She moved to the pole and walked around it, looking at each and every one of us. Seducing us. She was for sure getting to me, and when her gaze lingered on mine for longer than the few seconds she gave the other guys, she reached over, grabbed my head and brought it between her breasts. My tongue slipped out, and I tasted her skin. It was sweet, salty, and dangerous. I knew that if we were alone, she’d learn all my tricks I use on clients. I wanted to show her how I could make her moan, scream, and lose herself as I worked her body.
Tessa released me after a few seconds and moved back to the pole, turning until she was facing Gabe again. With her back against the pole, her hands glided up her breasts to her neck and then behind her nape where she finally untied her top. I watched the strings come loose, and I had to adjust the way I was sitting because I was itching to switch to the other side. To have the front view of her removing her top.
Her hands cupped her breasts, keeping the top from falling down, and I watched as she bent toward Gabe and let it fall with her chest in his face—the chest I wanted to lick again without the fabric around each globe. The chest I wanted to put my face into and never leave.
What was wrong with me? I’d just met this girl, and I was bursting at the seams.
Tessa’s hands moved behind her back, and she loosened the rest of her top and finally removed it completely. I jumped slightly as she flung it at me, and then I smiled. Was she feeling something for me, too? I was the only one she’d touched beside Gabe, and shehadto touch him.
Still not turning, she knelt in front of Gabe again and began to work on the button and zipper of his jeans.
“You’re not going to do pole tricks?” he questioned.
“In a moving bus?” She chuckled.
He laughed. “Oh, right.”
My gaze stayed on Tessa’s bare back as I played with the strings of her bikini top in my hands while she worked Gabe’s shoes and pants off.
“Finally!” Paul boomed as soon as they were off.
“What do you meanfinally?” Gabe asked.
“Well, we’re about to be at our destination in three minutes. Tessa, put his shoes back on.”
“My shoes? You mean my clothes. Nick, give me my shirt, asshole.”
“Sorry, man. No can do,” he replied.
The bus pulled to a stop, and everyone stood except Gabe. Brad moved toward him and released the bar above his head where he was handcuffed, causing his handcuffed arms to fall into his lap. Paul sprinted out the door as soon as it opened, and Gabe started to chase after him, but Nick stood in his way, blocking him and allowing Paul time to get his paintball gun that was in the front seat.
I smiled at Tessa and handed her back her top. I had no idea what to say, but I knew I had to say something. “Thank you for coming.”
Thank you for coming? What the fuck? Did we just have a dinner party or something?
She grabbed the fabric from my hand, our fingers touching for the briefest of seconds, and chuckled before replying, “Yeah. Uh, thanks for having me.”
Before I could say anything further, Nick handed me my paintball gun, and the guys and I deboarded the bus.
