“Suzy doesn’t know how to have fun.” I waved him off as I tossed the empty bottle in the trash.
“Suzy does. She just prefers my dick. She doesn’t need some greasy male dancer touching her.”
“Joe,” I said, sliding my arm around his waist, “the stripper is only there for the other girls, not for Suzy.”
“Bullshit,” he mumbled, kissing the top of my head. “Please, Iz. For me.”
I puffed out a breath, moving the hair that had fallen in my eyes. “Fine, Joe. As long as you’re happy,” I lied.
There was no way in hell I’d throw a bachelorette party for my soon-to-be sister-in-law and not have a stripper. If the boys got to see snatch, then fuck yeah, we were seeing peen.
“Thanks, baby girl,” he said, squeezing me tight.
“Any time.” I looked up and smiled. Releasing him, I stuck out my tongue at Anthony as I sat.
He winked, knowing I was full of shit, and started talking with Mike about the big Thanksgiving football matchups. I tuned out, picking up my phone as I waited for us to close the shop.
Flash: Interested in a little company tonight?
I tapped my phone as I thought about his offer. Did I want to see Flash? I didn’t have to be up early the next day, but then again, I never had to be up early. I hadn’t had sex since the last time he’d dropped by, and that was over a month ago. I could use a good fuck.
Me: Hell yeah. Get your sexy ass to my place. Meet ya there?
Flash: On my way. Be there in 30.
I stood, shoving the phone in my pocket. “I gotta go, boys.”
“Where the hell you runnin’ off to?” Mike asked, stretching out and looking comfortable.
“None of your business. I got shit to do,” I said as I grabbed my purse out of the backroom.
“Two o’clock tomorrow, Izzy,” Joe said as I reached for the door handle.
“Got it!” I yelled over my shoulder, leaving my brothers behind, and headed home.
***
“Yo!” Flash bellowed as I heard the door slam shut.
“Back here,” I replied, before spitting out my toothpaste.
He walked into the room and said, “Get your sweet ass over here and gimme a kiss, baby.”
I turned toward him, glaring as I wiped the leftover paste from my lips. “You must have me confused with someone else.” I winked at him and laughed.
He smiled, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “I know exactly who I’m talking to.” Then he closed his eyes and puckered his lips.
I threw the washcloth at him, hitting him square in the face.
His eyes flew open as the cloth fell to the floor. “What the fuck was that for?”
“You’re not the boss of me, Flash,” I said, putting my hands on my hips as I stared at him.
His eyes softened as he pushed off the doorframe. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, trying to wrap his arms around me.
“Flash,” I warned, pushing him away. “I’m not your girlfriend.”
“A guy can dream, can’t he?” He brushed his lips against my temples, finally gaining a firm grasp around my body.
