“Jesus Christ,” I panted, my whole body trembling with aftershocks. “I’ve never…”
“Good, right?” he grinned, his fingers now gently stroking through my hair instead of gripping it. “I figured you’d never seen anything like that before.”
“No I have not…”
I pulled back enough to look up at him, and the sight of him—flushed and sated and beautiful—made my chest feel tight in a way that had nothing to do with physical exertion.
“You’re dangerous,” I said, meaning it in more ways than one.
He smiled, that knowing smirk that I was becoming addicted to. “You have no idea.” Then he paused, tilting his head to the side. “Do you want to come to a bachelor party?”
Chapter 15
Xavier
The moment Lucas and I stepped into the diner, I was hit by the scent of deep-fried food. I had to stop and inhale deeply, enjoying the fresh aroma of french fries, chicken strips, and onion rings. It wasn’t fancy, but it’s what Lucas wanted.
“Fuck that smells good,” I groaned. “Like everything I’m not supposed to eat.”
“Really?” I heard a familiar voice shout from behind the bar. I looked over just in time to see Dolly straighten up, a tray of glasses balanced on one hand. “I make some of the best damn food in Texas and it’s chicken nuggets and french fries that get you goin’?”
I just shrugged. “I’m a simple man,” I replied.
She laughed, high and shrill. “If you’re simple, then I’m a kangaroo.”
“She’s never going to like me,” I whispered to Lucas as we stepped up to the bar. “Like ever.”
“Maybe you should try giving her areason,” he laughed. “Instead of being such an insufferable pain in the ass all the time.”
“But that’s my brand.” Lucas just stared at me. “Alright, fine. I’ll… try.”
“Maybe make sure she gets a lap dance from one of the strippers tonight?” Lucas suggested. “That would cheer up anyone.”
As if on cue, my phone buzzed in my hand. It was a text from the strippers letting me know they were pulling up to the diner.
“Speak of the devil,” I said, pushing myself away from the bar. “You make sure everything is set up with Dolly and I’ll get the strippers settled in. The other guys should be here in a minute.”
“Did everyone RSVP?” Lucas asked.
“Yep,” I nodded.
“Even Marcus?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Even Marcus.”
Out back I found the male strippers getting out of their van. One was thin, hairless, and blonde. The Twink. Another was a little older, probably in his late thirties, with a scruffy face and dark hair under a backwards baseball cap. That would be Daddy. And the last was a fluffy, but muscular guy who had a full beard and so much chest hair that it hung out of the neck of his t-shirt. That would be the Bear.
“Hey guys,” I called out, putting on my professional voice. “I’m Xavier, the coordinator. We’re gonna be having the party inside that little diner over there.” I pointed back toward Dolly’s place. “But I’ve got a little apartment back here for you to relax or change or whatever you need. We’ve got lots of food and drinks, so don’t be shy about anything you want, alright?”
Daddy stepped forward, answering for the group. “Thanks for getting everything lined up,” he nodded. “Bachelor parties can be kinda hit or miss.”
“Not this one,” I smiled, letting my confidence show through. “This isn’t my first rodeo, and I like to make sure the people I hire are happy.”
“So, what are we looking at in there?”
I waved for them to follow me to the apartment as I explained. “A handful of gay men and two older women. There’s a good mix of small town, cowboy, and big city in there, but they’re not really the strip club types. So don’t feel like you have to make this the performance of your lives. We’re just keeping things chill and fun.” I stopped at the door of the apartment, turning to face them. “But I would like a lap dance for the two ladies in the room if that’s okay.”
“More than fine,” Daddy nodded.
