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God!
     
    Suddenly, four delicious looking hunky gods grabbed my chair, raised me up off the ground, and wisped me toward the stage. “I’m going to kill you,” I shouted at Haven on the way.
     
    She was having a glorious ole time as she screamed and hollered along with the rest of our group. I, on the other hand, was mortified. It was one thing to be surrounded by others in this place, but to be put in the spotlight. Lord, help me.
     
    I was planted right in the centre of the stage as the four men in sailor uniforms got right down to business. They danced around me as if I was some Queen and they were my servants. My face was as red as a tomato, I was sure of that. I tried to keep my eyes off them, but having their willies flapping around in front of me, I couldn’t look away.
     
    Haven laughed hysterically. I scowled at her, which only made her laugh harder. By the end of it, I’d been flipped around, held upside down, humped, groped, and basically slapped with penises.
     
    Thankfully, they released me, kissed my cheeks, and allowed me to get the hell off the stage. When I got back to the table, Haven’s tears streaked her face. Misa looked jealous. Briar and Zia just looked drunk.
     
    “Please tell me that is it.” I hoped, pleaded, begged.
     
    Haven nodded. “That was enough, let me tell you. Your face was priceless.”
     
    Without another word said, I exited the strip club as fast as I could and practically ran back to the alleyway where we came into New York City.
    * * * *
     
    To my total disappointment, Haven decided that Kyden and I should spend the night apart. She wanted to make this as much a traditional human event for me as she could. I thought it sweet and all, but I needed to see him. It killed me to be away from him. I just needed to make sure he was okay and safe.
     
    After Haven dozed off in my bed, I gave myself a little healing to sober up. Just a bonus of being a Spirit Witch—hangovers was a thing of the past. I slowly crept out of bed and made my way to her place.
     
    Kyden and the guys had a much calmer night of watching UFC with some beers—that’s more of a Kyden thing. Mine too, but I didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter.
     
    I reached Haven’s residence in no time. At the door, I slowly opened it, then closed it as I stepped her living room. Kyden slept soundly on the couch, one arm raised over his head. I froze. I couldn’t wake him, he looked so peaceful. He was safe, which was my concern first and foremost. Warmth rushed through me. We survived this and would be together forever. Love can conquer it all. We had proven that.
     
    I spun around quietly. Just as I reached the door, Kyden’s warm body pressed against mine. “Where do you think you’re going?”
     
    He turned me to face him, and I smiled. He wore only his silver shorts, and those Manhattan Men had nothing on Kyden. He had a thick build, every muscle sculpted as his bronze skin gleamed in the moonlight that shone through the window. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
     
    He arched a brow. “You do realize you’re breaking the rules?”
     
    “I just had to come and see you.”
     
    He leaned in closer. Before he kissed my lips, he said. “I know the feeling and I’m glad you did.” He scooped me up, carried me to the couch and laid me down softly. “This isn’t a stirring from your night out, is it?” He laughed.
     
    “Please, you stir me all your own.”
     
    He brought his lips back to mine and kissed me so softly, but oh so hungrily. Kissing him now, there was more, it was deeper. Each swirl of his tone curled my toes and had me on the verge of begging him to take me.
     
    Slowly, he removed my clothes as I reached helped him out of his shorts. Once he was free, I couldn’t help but notice, the strippers had nothing on him in that department either. Kyden wouldn’t have been a boy scared to change in the boys changing room. Gifted, he surely was.
     
    He came back over top of me,