Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Who could that be?” Thatch pondered, peeking his head outside the bathroom as I grabbed the container of lo mein and his fork from the counter, sank down to the ground, and went to town.
Mmm. That’s good.
He shuffled past me, out the door and into the main space of our room, and I concentrated on my noodles.
Yum.
“Cass, did you order something?” he eventually called from a distance.
I shook my head, concentrating on executing the perfect curl of my noodle around my fork.
A shocked guffaw cracked out in the room, and the sound of Thatcher’s footsteps pounding toward me increased by the second. “Did you order strippers?” he asked, his voice close now.
“What?”
“Cass, stop eating for a second and listen to me.”
Annoyed, I pulled my head out of the container of chicken and looked into his eyes. They were serious and concerned, and in the tiny space between his arm and the side of his body, I could see a man and a woman loitering just inside the door of our room.
Oh! Suddenly, it hit me. The strippers were here!
“Yes!” I shouted. “I totally lost track of what time it was.”
“You actually ordered them?” Thatch asked, his mouth pursed in surprise.
I shook my head at his confusion. I really wasn’t sure why this was all coming as such a shock. I mean, I’d been pretty fucking clear that we’d come to Panama City Beach because it was a spring break town. What did he expect?
“Yeah, of course I did. Neither one of us had a bachelor or a bachelorette party, so we’re going to have one tonight.” I shrugged. “What’s the big deal?”
“I don’t know,” Thatch hedged cautiously. “I just never imagined I’d be watching a stripper dance, when my wife’s perfectly superior tits are right next to me.”
I laughed. “Oh, please. I know you love my body. Why wouldn’t you? It’s bangin’. But this is a tradition we didn’t get to have, so we’re having it now.”
“When did you even arrange this?”
I rolled my eyes. “I put it in my itinerary when I did all the planning. I let them know of the hotel switch while you were busy checking in. And voilà! Here they are.”
“This itinerary…is it the kind of thing I could print out in the hotel business center?”
“No!” I protested. “That takes all the spice out of it, and we are keeping this honeymoon spicy, dammit!”
Thatch raised both his hands and nodded. “Okay, fine. But, uh…what are we doing about the adult industry professionals in the room? Keeping them?”
“Yes!” I insisted. “Tell them to get set up, and I’ll finish up eating in here.”
When he didn’t move fast enough, I narrowed my eyes.
“Okay, okay. Getting the room—” he paused and lifted his fingers into air quotes “—set up. Whatever that means.”
Thatcher might have been confused, but I couldn’t have felt clearer. Setting up for a joint bachelorette/bachelor party in our honeymoon hotel room after we were already expecting a baby meant we were still the us I knew and loved. It meant we were wild and crazy and in love and all the things a million other people could only dream of being.
It meant that life as I knew it was here to stay, and I didn’t have to wonder how everything coming our way would change it.
And fluffing hell, I was going to make sure we enjoyed it.
I looked to my left and took in the vision that was my beautiful wife, sitting in a chair beside mine. Cass grinned over at me, her eyes alight with excitement and anticipation, and I tried my damnedest to force an equally entertained expression to my face.
On the inside, though? I could not shake the sense of impending weirdness.
Most people would’ve thought that their wife hiring strippers for the night would have been something to celebrate, but in that moment, it just felt like…shit was about to get strange.
Once Cass had finished off the lo mein, Magic Mark and Emma Bone—our exotic dance professionals for the evening—had commandeered our bathroom to do whatever it was strippers did before they performed, and I couldn’t deny I was pretty goddamn freaked out by the whole situation.
I mean, what the fluff was I supposed to do while some stripper shoved her tits in my face with my wife right beside me?
Or what if Magic Mark tried to get Cass to grab his dick? Right fluffing in front of me?
Fuck.
The show hadn’t even started yet, and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest the strippers could’ve just used it for their music.
“This is going to be the best bachelor and bachelorette party ever, T!” Cassie exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “I’m so pumped, baby! This is going to be fluffing amazing, right?”
“It sure is going to be something,” I answered, even though I felt the least excited I’d ever been in my whole damn life.