He slumps against me, the adrenaline from the fight and our make-up sex, leaving his body.
Chapter 66
Elle
The absurdity of the situation hits me as I’m gasping for breath after my orgasm. It hits me so hard in my drunken face that I burst out laughing.
Archer looks at me; concern etched across his handsome face. “What, what is happening?” He brushes a lock of hair from my face. “Elle are you okay?”
His ruined shirt revealing his naked torso making him look like an employee at The Giddy-Up Gentlemen makes me laugh harder than I thought humanly possible.
The laughter doesn’t stop. “You got jealous over a lap dance from a half-naked cowboy. A cowboy, you could break in half Archer.” I wheeze between peels of laughter.
I am gasping for air, holding my aching sides. The sheer, ridiculous absurdity of the fight, the drama, the aggression, and the quick, desperate make-up sex we just had. All of it was fueled by a man who wears ass-less chaps for a living.
Archer’s massive frame slumps against the counter, his expensive jacket hanging off one shoulder. The concern melts into a mixture of mortification and sheepishness.
Archer runs a hand over his face, his ears bright pink. “I... I know. It was idiotic. I saw the boots and the chaps, and I reverted to some kind of caveman. I am sorry, Elle. Truly. I was a walking, talking pile of ridiculous testosterone.”
He doesn’t reach for excuses. He owns the ridiculousness.
I slide off the counter, smoothing down my dress and hooking my arms back in my sleeves, adjusting the neckline to be presentable once more. My underwear, unfortunately, is a goner, so I stuff that in Archer’s suit pocket. Earning a sheepish grin from him, his ears still pink.
I look at his handsome and highly apologetic face. “Yes, you were. You were a caveman, Arch. Luckily, I think all the other girls enjoyed your show much more than I did.” I pause, looking him up and down, “I think you can make it up to the girls by renting a party room.” I say, more as a statement than a suggestion.
“You’re also going to apologize to Vi and ask if you can reimburse everyone the price of their tickets for tonight’s show. Then you’re going to be the loving, doting boyfriend who wants his girlfriend and her high school best friend to have a wonderful night. You’re going to pay for everyone’s drinks the rest of the night, and you’re going to do it without that now ruined shirt.”
His eyes flick down to his naked torso. His jaw working before he nods, finding the punishment acceptable
“Understood. Apology,reimbursement, unlimited
drinks, and public nudity. What is the final assignment, Elle?” I bend down and pick up the damn cowboy hat that started it all. “I’m riding my cowboy again tonight.”
Heat ignites in his eyes, a playful smirk making its way across his handsome features.
“Got it!”
We make our way back to the girls, where Archer informs them that he just bought us a party room. Vi, Iris, and the three bridesmaids’ cheer. The apology and reimbursement are quickly accepted.
Turns out having Archer and Ty with us provides some real entertainment throughout the night.
Archer spends the night ensuring he is available for anything we might need. He alternates between fetching drinks, dancing with the other bridesmaids and acting like a bouncer. Being shirtless in a strip club really had a lot of people confused. A drunk older woman comes up to him and says he makes an excellent Archer Bell look alike. To which he awkwardly chuckles and says thank you.
Archer stands near the entrance to the party room, holding a plastic cup of water. Several patrons and even a waiter mistake him for security, a highly effective, very intimidating, shirtless bouncer. He is constantly asked to break up minor arguments or to direct people to the restrooms. He takes the “job” seriously.
He even escorts some creepy guy out.
Ty is having a ball. He, Vi and Iris leave for about 20 minutes to watch one of the performers. Some cowboy named The Rattler.
I sit back, watching my massive, half-naked boyfriend. There’s really no need to go watch the cowboys now. I find him way sexier than any of the cowboys here. His broad chest is pure functional muscle instead of show muscle that ninety percent of the dancers have. He’s broad, bare and fits into this scene entirely too well.
Gives me some ideas for Halloween if I’m completely honest.
At some point another bachelorette party comes up to us. The bride sliding a fifty into the waistband of Archer’s pants. Lingering a little too long along his abs.
“I want a dance from the most convincing Archer Bell look alike I have ever seen. My fiancé is going to lose his shit. He loves Archer Bell.”
Archer’s eyes look at me in a wild panic, not knowing what to do in this situation. I chew on my lip trying desperately to keep the laughter from bubbling out.
