Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure what the plan was for tonight. Her bridesmaids decided to take the reins, and I was grateful for it. Though it was typically the maid of honor duties, I was the man of honor, and I had no clue what a bunch of women wanted to get into.
I sure as shit was not expecting a bunch of dicks in my face. From the cock necklaces they wore to the cock drinks they were carrying, along with a cock straw they were sucking out of and cock lollipops they were actually sucking.
Not to mention, they had a list of inappropriate tasks Livvy had to do, like ask a man for his boxers, get spanked from a group of guys, and take a photo with a tattooed bartender, just to name a few. It wasn’t until we walked into a male revue that I almost turned right back around. Instead, I stood in the corner of the room, finishing up some emails while the girls lost their shit over sweaty, half-naked men.
I didn’t realize women were way worse than men when it came to these things. All boundaries were checked at the door, and I tried to keep busy while they had their fun. Once they called Livvy’s name through the speakers to go onto the stage, it was my turn to almost lose my shit. I resisted the urge to jump on stage and drag her out of there the second they laid her down on the floor.
For the next few minutes, I experienced what could only be described as pure and utter torture. Thank God, I could see it was all in good fun, or I would have carried her off if I felt like she was getting taken advantage of. It didn’t stop the torment I felt, though.
If this was what the women were getting into, I could only imagine the men. As much as I wanted to accept the invite to Beau’s bachelor party to keep an eye on him and see if he’d fuck up on his last night as a free man. Especially because he seemed like the son of a bitch that would fuck a stripper just to show off in front of his groomsmen.
However, I was there for my best friend.
After we left what I now called hell, the party bus drove us to our final destination, a winery close to the castle.
Livvy grabbed my arm, giggling as she stepped off the bus.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous, and I didn’t pull your ass off that stage.”
“Aw, come on! Did you see the moves on that guy? That was the real-life Magic Mike. Actually, that man would have given Magic Mike a run for his money.”
“I wasn’t paying any attention to him. My eyes were on you and how much you loved it.”
“I mean… what’s not to love? The confidence alone was a turn-on.”
“That’s what gets you going these days?”
She chuckled, walking into the private room they set aside for us.
“I’ll never tell.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
After the attendant checked us off the reservation list, she introduced us to our hostess, and for the next hour, we drank entirely too much wine.
An hour later, we sat at the bar, doing our taste testing. When she started giggling uncontrollably over nothing, I knew the drinks were starting to get to her. Livvy was such a lightweight
She pointed at the empty glass. “That one is my favorite.” She smiled, eyes a little hazy and cheeks a bit flushed.
She really is beautiful.
Reaching over with the same expression, she grabbed my drink.
“Are you planning on stealing my wine for the rest of the night?”
“Only the ones that taste like fruit. Look.” She scooted the drier wine to me. “I’ll switch with you. You drink those, and I’ll drink these. Boom! We’re even.”
“Boom, huh?”
“Yep.”
“I think you might need to slow down.”
She nodded to the darker glass of wine. “That one tastes like shit.”
“How do you know? You’re making me drink it.”
“I know because I can read.” She narrowed her eyes at the label. “At least I think I can. What time is it?”
I looked down at my watch. “Almost eleven.”
“Mmmm kay.” Leaning into me, she rubbed her nose against my neck. “You smell good… do you always smell this good?”
I scoffed out a chuckle.
“Why haven’t I noticed how good you smell?”
“You’re not usually making out with my neck.”
“I’ve made out with your neck before and your face.”
I grinned. “My face?”
“Yeah.” She touched my mouth. “Like here. I’ve made out with those.”
“I think I need to get you some food.”
“I’ve also made out with your dick. You really loved it when I did this thing with my tongue. It always made you do this deep growl, like, roar!”
“On that note.” I grabbed the drink out of her hand.
“Hey… why are you taking that away from me? I wasn’t done.”