trembling.
“But I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.”
“Still, I can’t have you, though, can I?” She watches me with her hazelnut eyes, but says nothing. I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing I am. “Let’s go home. Before I commit a felony in here.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” she replies softly.
“Oh no. When the time finally comes, I want you screaming my name. More than once.” With a grin I know will drive her nuts, I back out of the curtain, telling her just before I close it, “Just remember this when I see you tonight.”
I smile all the way out the door. The funny thing is, Trick’s already outside waiting on me.
CHAPTER SEVEN- Jenna
When we walk into Lucky’s, the only place Cami would agree to have this joint bachelor slash bachelorette venture, my eyes immediately scan the crowd for Rusty. I’m not sure what the female equivalent of blue balls is, or if there even is one, but if there is, I’ve got it!
Since walking out of the shop with the three of them and getting a chaste kiss on the cheek as Rusty opened the car door for me, I’ve been unable to think anything other than his lips on me. And how much I want them on me. Now .
I don’t see him at first, so Cami and I make our way to the cluster of tables that Daryl, the manager of Lucky’s, let us push together under the giant banner that reads CONGRATULATIONS, TRICK AND CAMI! Behind that, in front of the stage, is a curtain I borrowed from the local funeral home. They use it as a partition when the need arises. It’s super-sized, solid black and thick as hell, perfect for what I needed. It conceals the night’s two main attractions.
I grin when I take in the costumes of the members of the wedding party who have already arrived. I picked them out specifically so they’d match.
One of Cami’s bridesmaids is wearing a Playboy bunny get-up. Her husband is wearing a Hugh Hefner-style smoking jacket, a cravat and a grey wig. Another girl is wearing a nurse’s costume, one which gives me chills when I look at it because it reminds me of this afternoon. Her counterpart is wearing a surgeon’s outfit. There’s also a Pocahontas and Brave couple, a Marilyn and JFK couple, and a Fred and Ginger couple already here.
As Cami gives hugs all around, I turn again to look for Rusty. This time I spot him.
And he takes my breath away.
Rusty is gorgeous anyway, but his costume highlights his stellar body. He’s shirtless, with only a bandana wrapped around his throat and a cowboy hat on his head. From the waist down, he’s all long, muscular legs, tight jeans and dusty boots. I’m sure those are his, because I didn’t pick out boots to go with his costume.
He hasn’t noticed me yet, so I can look my fill. His broad shoulders are tan and muscular. His chest is wide and well-developed. And his stomach… God help me, I love that stomach! It’s trim and ripped, and there’s a thin trail of hair that leads from his navel to the most incredible…appendage.
I smile as I think about it. Rusty would probably have a stroke if he knew I was calling it an “appendage.”
Suddenly, he turns and his eyes meet mine. It’s almost as though he could feel my attention on him. He raises one dark brow, no doubt wondering what I’m grinning about. I smile even wider, knowing it will eat at him until he finds out.
I’m not surprised when he grabs his beer and walks toward me. He’s half way across the bar when he starts to slow down. It seems that he’s just now noticing what I’m wearing.
And I’d say he likes it very much.
I suck in my stomach and hold out my arms before settling my hands on my hips to let him look. His eyes roam me from my own black cowboy hat, down to my fringed, suede bra, to my bare stomach and on to my chaps, completely open all the way to my boots, but for the frilly little panties I’m wearing underneath.
His mouth
“But I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.”
“Still, I can’t have you, though, can I?” She watches me with her hazelnut eyes, but says nothing. I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing I am. “Let’s go home. Before I commit a felony in here.”
“Don’t let me stop you,” she replies softly.
“Oh no. When the time finally comes, I want you screaming my name. More than once.” With a grin I know will drive her nuts, I back out of the curtain, telling her just before I close it, “Just remember this when I see you tonight.”
I smile all the way out the door. The funny thing is, Trick’s already outside waiting on me.
CHAPTER SEVEN- Jenna
When we walk into Lucky’s, the only place Cami would agree to have this joint bachelor slash bachelorette venture, my eyes immediately scan the crowd for Rusty. I’m not sure what the female equivalent of blue balls is, or if there even is one, but if there is, I’ve got it!
Since walking out of the shop with the three of them and getting a chaste kiss on the cheek as Rusty opened the car door for me, I’ve been unable to think anything other than his lips on me. And how much I want them on me. Now .
I don’t see him at first, so Cami and I make our way to the cluster of tables that Daryl, the manager of Lucky’s, let us push together under the giant banner that reads CONGRATULATIONS, TRICK AND CAMI! Behind that, in front of the stage, is a curtain I borrowed from the local funeral home. They use it as a partition when the need arises. It’s super-sized, solid black and thick as hell, perfect for what I needed. It conceals the night’s two main attractions.
I grin when I take in the costumes of the members of the wedding party who have already arrived. I picked them out specifically so they’d match.
One of Cami’s bridesmaids is wearing a Playboy bunny get-up. Her husband is wearing a Hugh Hefner-style smoking jacket, a cravat and a grey wig. Another girl is wearing a nurse’s costume, one which gives me chills when I look at it because it reminds me of this afternoon. Her counterpart is wearing a surgeon’s outfit. There’s also a Pocahontas and Brave couple, a Marilyn and JFK couple, and a Fred and Ginger couple already here.
As Cami gives hugs all around, I turn again to look for Rusty. This time I spot him.
And he takes my breath away.
Rusty is gorgeous anyway, but his costume highlights his stellar body. He’s shirtless, with only a bandana wrapped around his throat and a cowboy hat on his head. From the waist down, he’s all long, muscular legs, tight jeans and dusty boots. I’m sure those are his, because I didn’t pick out boots to go with his costume.
He hasn’t noticed me yet, so I can look my fill. His broad shoulders are tan and muscular. His chest is wide and well-developed. And his stomach… God help me, I love that stomach! It’s trim and ripped, and there’s a thin trail of hair that leads from his navel to the most incredible…appendage.
I smile as I think about it. Rusty would probably have a stroke if he knew I was calling it an “appendage.”
Suddenly, he turns and his eyes meet mine. It’s almost as though he could feel my attention on him. He raises one dark brow, no doubt wondering what I’m grinning about. I smile even wider, knowing it will eat at him until he finds out.
I’m not surprised when he grabs his beer and walks toward me. He’s half way across the bar when he starts to slow down. It seems that he’s just now noticing what I’m wearing.
And I’d say he likes it very much.
I suck in my stomach and hold out my arms before settling my hands on my hips to let him look. His eyes roam me from my own black cowboy hat, down to my fringed, suede bra, to my bare stomach and on to my chaps, completely open all the way to my boots, but for the frilly little panties I’m wearing underneath.
His mouth
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