Seduction - Chapter 25
Friday
We all sat down. Everyone started drinking, but I went right for the cheese and crackers. I was freaking starving.
Daphne was looking around like she was still scared.
I’ll admit, the creepy warehouse on the other side of those big doors was terrifying. But this was like a five-star hotel lobby. And the food was divine. Although, I wasn’t sure how they passed any kind of food-sanitary requirements since there were rats twenty feet back.
I looked down at the cracker in my hand and my stomach turned. I was not going to throw up any more during this bachelorette party. I quickly put the cracker back down on the table.
“Seriously, where are we?” Daphne asked.
“One of the many secret venues of Club Onyx,” Justin said.
I looked over at Bee. “Did you know and were just playing along?”
She shook her head. “No. Ever since Tanner took over he’s been expanding it like crazy. I had no idea.”
I’d been really curious about Club Onyx over the years.
But I’d never actually been in one of their locations before.
I think. It was hard to know exactly because of the reason Bee just mentioned.
They kept popping up with new hidden locations.
For all I knew the Parrot Palace was actually a front for Club Onyx.
I laughed to myself. That couldn’t possibly be true.
Because the Parrot Palace was the exact opposite of sexy.
Justin looked down at his watch and then pulled out his phone and shot off a text.
“Who are you texting?” Kristen asked. “Please tell me it’s Raphael.”
“Better,” he said, holding back a smile.
“Better?” She raised an eyebrow. “Tell me more.”
“Oh, baby girl, just wait for it.”
As soon as he said it, a beat dropped from hidden speakers. And the wall in front of us began to shake.
“Earthquake!” Daphne yelled and tried to dive under the coffee table.
But Justin caught her around the waist. “No, it’s the main event.”
The wall parted and Rob slid into the room on his knees, like he’d just scored a goal in a soccer match. But that wasn’t the alarming part. The alarming part was that he dressed just like a soccer player, but the shorts were way shorter. Like…waaaay shorter.
The beat dropped again, and he stood up at the same time he tore his jersey off and waved it over his head.
Oh my God.
He threw his jersey at Daphne.
She caught it with a laugh.
He did a little shimmy.
Oh my God, he’s stripping. For…all of us? What the hell is happening?
Bee gave Rob a wolf whistle as he started thrusting.
He danced up to her and then turned around, shaking his butt in her face.
She laughed and smacked it.
He did similar moves in front of Alina and Kristen. He even let Justin give him an ass slap. And then he jumped up on the couch, his legs on either side of Daphne. And he tore off his shorts and thrust into her face.
He grabbed the bottom of her chin and tilted it up so that she could lock eyes with him. She’d stopped laughing. And there were stars in her eyes as she smiled up at him.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you back.” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip.
All the shimmying and ass slapping was hot. But that moment had me squirming. How many times had James looked at me just like that before he pushed my back against a wall and kissed me like he was starving?
“Last but not least…” Rob said and practically fell over my lap, his ass in the air.
I laughed.
“You know you’ve always wanted to touch my butt,” he said and gave me a wink.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Don’t make me spank you instead,” he whispered so no one else could hear. “We both know you’d love that.”
I swallowed hard. I should not have been aroused by this.
It was James’ brother for Christ’s sake.
But I think that was part of the reason why I shifted on the couch.
Because they had the same dark eyes. And right now his were staring at me so intensely.
And I’d just seen him look at Daphne like he was going to devour her.
And he was right. I fucking loved when James spanked me. And I was pretty sure that spanking Rob was somehow not as bad as him spanking me. So I did it.
He laughed and rolled off the couch, getting on all fours and crawling back over to Daphne.
Daphne was laughing so hard when he pulled her down into his practically naked lap and kissed her just like I’d thought he was going to. Like she was the air he needed to breathe.
It was so fucking hot.
Oh my God, what is wrong with me? I turned away from the heated kiss.
Rob always said inappropriate things to me. This wasn’t any different than that. The only difference was tonight I was a little aroused. But I’m pretty sure it was just because I was missing James and my hormones were insane.
The music changed and Matt appeared where the walls had parted.
He was wearing a football jersey, those tight little pants, and a helmet.
Honestly, anyone else probably wouldn’t have known it was Matt because of the helmet.
But I knew these guys. And it was definitely him.
Mostly because his eyes were staring directly at me.
Rob high-fived him on the way out and then Matt pushed himself off the wall and did a little spin.
I laughed, but it kind of died in my throat when he pulled off his helmet and shook his head so he wouldn’t have helmet hair.
I swear it was straight out of one of those movies when the guy comes out of the ocean and is trying to get the water out of his hair. Or like he’d climbed off the back of a motorcycle. Yeah, that one . It was just like that.
He winked at me.
Shit. I should not be aroused by this too.
He dropped down onto the ground and started to do the worm. Of all the guys, I’d always thought Matt was the best dancer. I had no idea how he wormed his way up to us before standing up with a funny shimmy. Then he stood up, put his foot up on the table, and tore off his tight pants.
It was a bold move, removing his pants before his shirt. And somehow it worked for him, because Matthew Caldwell was packing. I was pretty sure Justin got his answer about the little Caldwell. And Matt was anything but little.
I immediately looked away.
Alina laughed and I turned back to see that Matt had just put his helmet on her head.
He pulled out a Sharpie from the waistband of his boxer briefs and put it in his mouth. And then he tore off his shirt.
Rob had the same build as James. Long lean muscles, with perfect 6-pack abs.
Matt was just as in shape but…thicker. His shoulders were broader.
Everything was just…bigger. Well, maybe not everything .
It was hard to tell when his length was hidden behind his boxer briefs.
But he definitely looked big. Like really big.
Why the hell am I staring at his boxer briefs?
He made Kristen turn around and he smacked her ass with his jersey.
He did the same to Justin.
Justin laughed and thrust his ass out even harder.
Matt barely held back a laugh as he slapped him with his jersey again and then did a thrusting motion in front of Daphne.
I laughed at the shocked expression on her face. She’d been really into it when Rob did it. But not so much when Matt did.
Me? I loved watching both. Because my pregnancy was making me insane. James’ friend should not be turning me on!
Matt tossed me his jersey and then pulled the sharpie out of his mouth. “Put it on,” he mouthed.
I pulled it on immediately. In my defense, I was kind of used to being ordered around in the bedroom. Yup, I’d lost my mind.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. He twirled me around and then pulled me in close.
He uncapped the Sharpie with his teeth. “Penny, you should not be looking at me that way. Because I’ve had too much to drink and I’m known to make terrible choices even when I’m not drunk.”
“I’m not looking at you any way.”
He smiled. “You are.” He dipped me low and then pulled me back to his chest again. “James is one lucky guy. Now bend over.”
What?
He spun me around, pulling my ass against his definitely erect penis.
Oh my God.
He kept one hand firmly on my waist as he signed his name on the back of the jersey with his other hand.
“All finished here.” He spanked me and then stepped back.
I immediately stood up. I knew my face was flushed when I turned back to him.
He gave me another wink and walked through the opening in the wall.
Yeah, I was officially turned on. I really hoped James was next. But when the music changed, Brendan appeared.
He looked at me and the corner of his mouth ticked up.
Probably because of the huge jersey I was wearing.
Brendan had liked me for all of 5 minutes.
Surely he’d be giving most of his attention to Kristen, since she was the only one of us girls who was kind of available.
Besides, I wasn’t sure I could take getting any more turned on.
This was all completely inappropriate. Justin knew that, right?
I pulled off the jersey and stared down at Matt’s signature. As much fun as that was, his name didn’t belong on me. I sat down.
Everyone started laughing.
I looked up to see Brendan doing this funny robot dance up to us. Which did not at all match the cowboy outfit he was wearing.
When he got in front of the couch he started doing this two-step thing in his cowboy boots. It looked like this was not his first time line dancing. I wasn’t even sure if it was the first time he’d torn a plaid shirt off like that, the buttons going in every direction. Perfect chaos.
He grabbed Kristen’s hand and pressed it against the front of his jeans.
It looked like she was going to faint.
Hopefully she’d be distracted by Brendan for the rest of the wedding weekend.
Besides Kristen, he didn’t inappropriately thrust or spank anyone. But everyone was definitely distracted by his abs as he danced in front of the couch.
Alina actually licked her lips as she stared at him.
Daphne’s face had turned crimson as she shoved a cracker in her mouth.