She shakes her head. “Evan is going to kill me.”
“He better not or I’ll be having words with him.” Momma Wyld grins as she hungrily looks over the strippers.
“Knew you were my kind of woman,” I tell her, which makes her giggle. I think someone has maybe had one too many champagnes.
Eventually, Sienna relaxes and starts enjoying the show as much as she can while being heavily pregnant. I love that the mums have got in on the action as well, I knew they would be a good time. One of the strippers comes over and pulls my chair out from the table with me in it, and starts dancing on me.
“You’re so hot,” he whispers into my ear. I still. Did I hear him correctly?
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I smirk as he grabs my hands and runs them down his abs, my fingers enjoying every bit of muscle. He then pushes my hand further down over his crotch, and my mouth falls open as he’s hard.
“I’ve been watching you all day,” he confesses.
I swallow. “You have?”
He nods as he continues to push my hand against his hard cock. “Are you single?”
“Yes.” I pant as he takes my hands and runs them all over his slippery body.
“You up for some fun later?” he asks.
“Yes.” He doesn’t need to ask me twice.
He then leans in, and his lips touch my ear, sending shivers over my body. “Good, I haven’t stopped imagining what this fucking mouth would look like wrapped around my cock, all day.”
Shit. This is so hot. New fantasy unlocked. This mouth will do whatever he wants all night long. He then turns around and starts waving that peachy booty in my face, and what else do you do when someone does that except slap it.
“What the fuck, y’all?” Evan yells, quieting the party.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasp.
“Mom, seriously?” Evan says, looking utterly disgusted by the stripper who has their crotch in his mum’s face.
“Oh hush, boy, I’m enjoying my first-ever lap dance. Oh, hi, sweetheart.” She giggles, waving to her husband.
“Looks like you’re having fun, dear,” he calls back to her.
“Oh, yes, this young man can dance. You could learn some new moves from him.”
See, couple goals.
“Shit, that’s Dirty Texas. Are we screwed?” my new stripper friend asks, looking slightly uneasy.
I shake my head. “No. It’s all good. Trust me.” Well, I sure as hell hope it is. If he ruins this for Sienna, I’ll murder him.
“Oh God, not you, too, Charlotte. Seriously, I’m going to need therapy after witnessing this.” Evan groans.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I had no idea this was going to happen,” Sienna says, walking over to where Evan is standing in shock. I still can’t tell if he’s angry or not. He might be in shock.
Evan’s dad puts a hand on his shoulder reassuring him. “They were just having fun, son.” As if he can read his son’s inner thoughts.
Sienna reaches him and wraps her arms around his neck and whispers to him, and he softens, then I hear her say, “I can buy you a stripper if you want? Send some down to the marquee. Seems only fair.”
“That’s so nice of you, but no, I’m good.” He kisses her softly.
“Um … hello, I think that’s a brilliant idea,” Christian chimes in.
They both ignore Christian’s request as Sienna whispers something else in Evan’s ear, which must have been saucy as you can see the hunger in his eyes as his fingers tighten on her. No one else would notice the subtle changes, but I’ve seen that enough at the shop to know what is going on.
