Chapter 7
Jordan
“Oh, god, yes! Give it to me, baby!” Quinn exclaims as a shirtless male server straddles her lap, his body moving in a wave to the music.
We’ve already been to two male revue shows, one in which Savanna shamelessly got up on stage with one of the strippers and got the dance of a lifetime.
It was hot as hell, and I have zero doubt my brother is going to consider himself very lucky when we all get back to the hotel tonight.
We relentlessly teased her in the limo ride to our current location, wondering who she’d envision the next time she had sex with him. The stripper or Nate.
We’re at a “secret” bar on the strip. Apparently Vegas is riddled with them—something we found out at the last show, thanks to Quinn chatting up one of the guys during the meet and greet.
He suggested we keep the party going here, and that we wouldn’t be disappointed if we came, so he told us how to get here, and what to say at the secret door to get us in.
The guy was right. This place is amazing.
It’s a ladies only club, though we had to go through a piano bar filled with men and women to get here.
The only men allowed are the half-naked servers treating all the women like Queens.
It’s like an extension of the strippers, and so far none of us are dissatisfied.
It’s a breath of fresh air to go out on a dance floor glittering with fairy lights above and not have a million guys trying to get into my pants.
To be able to just dance with my girls to all the hottest songs.
Have some drinks and party it up without worrying about any guy staring or drooling.
It’s worth every penny we’re going to spend here at the bar illuminated by neon lights.
Currently, the six pack of abs that is hovering over Quinn has her by the hair so she’s staring straight up at him, pink lights twinkling down on his rock hard stomach and her exuberant face, lighting them both up.
Her hands are all over the guy as he steps a few inches closer to her body, forcing her chin to rest on his abdomen.
We’re all hooting and hollering as he takes the bottle in his hand and starts pouring it into her mouth.
I’m damn near certain he’s waiting until she sputters some of it out to stop, but the girl just keeps drinking it back.
Finally he stops, pushing her face into his stomach for a little action that Quinn eats up with a shout of excitement, and a lick that follows the indents in his abs. Knowing Quinn, her violet eyes—courtesy of the contacts she always wears—are dark and full of invitation for the man.
Grinning from ear to ear, the guy steps back and holds up the bottle to the rest of us. “Who’s next?!”
“Do Jordan!”
“Jordan’s next!”
“Her!”
“This one!”
Four sets of hands point at me. Given the fact that Savanna and Quinn have both already gone, and Hailey and Maddie are both currently in relationships—not that they should let that stop them—I totally understand why I’m being pointed at.
The man waggles his eyebrows at me, a playful grin pulling one half of his mouth upwards.
The flirtation, the smile, even the curls on top of his head of dark hair have Liam’s face flashing in my mind.
My stomach clenches, heat flooding my center as a moment from last night when he was inside of me flickers in my memory.
“No, no,” I put both hands up, shaking my head. “I’m good, you guys!”
I’m already well past tipsy. Another shot, especially one sized like Quinn and Savanna’s, could lead down a dangerous path. With every drink I’ve had, more and more memories flood to the surface, and I’m starting to wonder whether the alcohol will lead me to create more.
Something Liam and I both decided couldn’t happen.
Drunk me is less than certain that’s a good idea though.
“C’mon! You have to!” Savanna calls.
Quinn chimes in, “You don’t want to miss out on this, Jor. Look at this stud.”
“Do it!” Maddie shouts.
Only Hailey comes to my rescue. “If she doesn’t want to do it, leave her be.”
I shoot her a look of gratitude, but it only lasts a second.
“But you should do it, it’ll help you get over the news!” she adds, and for one brief moment I think she’s talking about Liam, but then to my dismay, I realize she’s talking about Paul.
Damn it. I haven’t thought about him since last night. In fact, the feelings of inadequacy have all but disappeared since my talk with Liam. And those that lingered into the night vanquished the second Liam kissed me at the top of the Eiffel Tower.
“What news?” Quinn questions, running a hand through her shaggy black hair. “What’s going on?”
“Yeah, Jor, what’s going on?” Savanna nudges my arm. Her blue eyes are wide with wonder, and I know she’s thinking that Hailey is talking about Liam.
Hailey quickly pushes her copper hair behind her ears, cringing deeply. “I wasn’t thinking, I’m sorry. I should keep my mouth shut.”
The poor server is still standing there and with all eyes on me, I wave him over.
I do not want to deal with this right now.
Tonight is about Savanna, not me and my drama.
Paul, Liam, or otherwise. Besides, I’m starting to think my initial reaction to Paul getting married was just a knee jerk, and I’m actually okay with it.
Spending a night being worshipped may have helped me come to that conclusion.
The half-naked man pulls my seat out from the table we’ve claimed, and comes to straddle my legs.
He goes through the same motions as he went through with both Quinn and Savanna, and while it’s entertaining and fun, it’s just not doing anything for me.
All I keep thinking is how much hotter and sexier this would be if it were Liam.
Liam’s body against me. Liam’s hand in my hair.
Liam jerking my head around and pouring liquid down my throat.
This strange man doing it just doesn’t set me on fire like it should. Or like it would have if last night never happened.
Which should tell me that I need to stay far, far away from Liam. Farther than I thought I should. Yet all I want to do is go back to the hotel and knock on his door.
He’s not even there. He’s out with Nate, probably doing the same thing you’re doing right now with some topless girl.
The concept of him touching another woman can’t bother me. We’re not together. Just because we slept together doesn’t mean we’re an item. We will never be a couple. Ever. I’m well aware of that. Liam doesn’t do relationships, and when I decided to sleep with him, I knew that.
I just didn’t expect it to be so good. I didn’t expect to want to do it again. I didn’t expect him to come find me today, or to talk things out. To make sure things were okay between us. I didn’t expect to hate the idea of him touching another woman.
Just because I didn’t expect any of it doesn’t mean all those things didn’t happen.
There’s still a number of cheers as the guy with the liquor bottle steps away from me, but they’re a lot more muted than they were for the first two shots. Everyone is staring at me, and it’s not because my face was just pressed against a very hot man’s six pack. They want answers.
“Oh, I love this song! Let’s dance!” I claim, standing up from my chair.
Quinn is quick to grab my wrist and pull me down. For a smaller woman, she’s strong as hell which isn’t surprising given all the weightlifting she does. “Not a chance! Spill!”
Looking from one lady to the next, they’re all watching me intensely. Even Maddie, who hardly knows me, appears invested in finding out what happened. There’s no escaping this. And I know if I don’t tell them, Hailey will.
“It’s not a big deal, so let’s not make it one,” I say, waving a hand dismissively. “Paul is getting married.”
“Already?
“To whom?”
“She’s got to be an idiot.”
“Does he have a ginormous cock I don’t know about?”
I snicker at Quinn’s cock question. “Hardly.” Rolling my eyes, I pick up my drink and lift it to the center of the table. “Cheers for dodging the biggest bullet of my life.”
“Hell yeah.”
“Absolutely!”
“Yes Queen!”
Savanna grins slyly at me as she clinks her glass against mine. “Your fucking perfection is far too great for him anyway!”
Sticking my tongue out at my soon-to-be sister-in-law, I bring my glass to my lips and take a long sip. Perfection I am not. Perfection would never betray a loving brother.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t remember that when I’m stumbling to my room in a few hours.
When we get back to the hotel hours later, I’m both relieved and disappointed to find out the guys aren’t back yet.
It shouldn’t be a surprise given who took Nate out.
While Brody doesn’t party hard, Liam and Luke have been known to have a good time, at least since Hailey and Luke got together.
Prior to that happening, he had his hands full trying to get back into her good graces after a misunderstanding kept them apart for ten years.
Plus, Savanna’s brothers really wanted to ensure that Nate had a damn good “one last time” before he married their sister.
Which seems ridiculous. Nate isn’t the type of guy to have a good time without Savanna.
Before her, he was a workaholic, and since she’s come along, the only time he’s doing something for himself is if she’s involved, or she’s encouraging him to.
As wrapped up in her as he is, it’s a good thing she’s around. Now at least the guy has a life.
“Jor!” Quinn calls from the other end of the hallway. “You good?”
We all just left Savanna’s room, Quinn and Hailey stumbling the opposite way of Maddie and me. Maddie is right across the hall from Savanna, while I’m down the hall.
“Fine as wine, baby!” I call back, lifting my thumb in the air, feeling the effects of the alcohol. “Fine as wine.”