A half-naked man in a cowboy hat, jeans, and the biggest buckle I’ve ever seen comes over to take our drink order.My head snaps over to Ivy who is at the table next to mine.She’s with Riot, Reaper, and Hawk and their dates.And she’s ignoring me.
“What can I start you lovely folks out with to drink here at Spurs & Skins?”the man asks, and I think I swallow my tongue.My mouth gapes open as does Raegan’s.
“Spurs & Skins?The fuck kinda show is this?”Stone demands looking around, and we start to notice that all the waiters are dressed the same.“What the fuck, Ivy!”he yells out to her table, but her innocent little face gives nothing away.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Stone.Sit back and enjoy the show,” Ivy calls back.I watch as all the men from the MC are having the same reaction and can’t help the giggle tamped in my throat.
“I’ll have a beer and water,” Rocky orders, unbothered by his surroundings, and it makes me curl my lips inward to keep from laughing.
“I’ll have a lemon drop and margarita on the rocks,” Raegan follows next.
“No the fuck you won’t.We’re not staying to watch men strip,” Stone tells her, and she can’t keep the smirk off her face.
“I’ll have whatever tastes like lemonade,” I butt in to keep the waiter from bolting.
He nods, “Sure thing, sweetheart.”
Beckett growls next to me and plants his large hand on the back of my neck in possession.
“I’ll have the same as Raegan,” Allison pipes up, bouncing in her seat, and it makes Blaze snap his neck towards his wife.
“Get these three tables two bottles of beer each,” Raegan orders for all the men with us.
“I’m gonna need a whole hell of a lot more than that for this,” Blaze mumbles.
“Got it,” the waiter states then walks off.
“If your friend brought us to a male strip bar, I’m gonna leave her out in the desert to die and let the vultures eat her remains,” Stone grumbles.“This is not what I want to be doing after our wedding.”
“Oh lighten up, honey,” Raegan waves off his words.“Who knows, they might call you up on stage to show off some moves.”She wiggles her eyebrows up and down, laughing.
Stone pulls out his phone and texts someone.
“Whatcha doing?”Raegan asks her husband.Man, it’s weird referring to him like that.
“Just texting Bishop and Luca in case they need to bail us all out of jail if one of these fuckers tries to touch us.”
The moment our waiter delivers all the drinks, the guys are reordering more and downing the liquid from their bottles quickly.After the second round is placed at the tables, the lights lower and the music becomes more prominent.
I lean over to Beckett, “Are they gonna strip naked?”
He pulls his head back to look at me.
“If I see one dick come out of any of their pants, we’re leaving.The only reason we haven’t already is because Prez hasn’t given the word.”His teeth are clenched, and the scowl on his face is comical.
“I don’t want to see that either,” I confess, lowly.
The show starts and over a dozen men come out from behind the curtain all oiled up and dancing in sync.Ivy is screaming, living her best life.Once the song is over, it leads into the next one, but some of the men make their way off the stage and into the crowd.
“I will murder them, Raegan, if one of them touches you,” Stone snarls in warning.
The dancers start pulling various women up on stage, and when one comes over, he asks if anyone wants to participate.The men at our table all bark out the same clipped no, but Ivy jumps up at the opportunity.Raegan gets her phone out and starts videoing as a dancer places her in a chair front and center.
Raegan, Allison, and myself start to cheer for Ivy as she receives a very personal lap dance that has me blushing.
“You keep blushing like that, and I’ll take you to the restroom and give you a show of your own,” Beckett says into my ear, creating goosebumps on my skin.
“I was just thinking that your body moves much better than theirs,” I say.
