Look After Us (6 page)

God, there is just something about her that I don’t like. I’ve felt it since the moment I locked eyes on her earlier today.

I keep telling myself that I’m jealous because she’s Ashton’s ex and they have a history together before he and I even existed, but it’s more than that. I just don’t know exactly what that actually consists of. All I know is that I don’t like her, and something in my gut is telling me to be wary of her. And my gut instinct is usually right. I think that’s why it has my mind in a complete spin. A hurricane of fierce jealousy and irrational fire. It doesn’t help that she is insanely beautiful, with a body that a supermodel would die for.

I know I’m being ridiculous to feel like this because I know Ashton loves me and wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. We have a relationship built on trust, and I do trust him—with both my heart and my daughter’s. But fuck, being around Riley is beginning to bring out some tiresome emotions that I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt the intense burning in my stomach, the nausea that has my heart slamming against my chest, or the immense anger that soars through my veins. Surely, it can’t be normal to feel like this.

I’m jolted to my senses at the sound of loud music vibrating all around me, and that’s when I realize we’re being guided through the entrance towards the VIP section of the low-lit club. When we approach the roped-off area, it takes only a few simple words from Riley and the guy securing the area unhooks the rope and lets us through. We all take a seat and within seconds a waitress comes over to take our drinks order. When we each have a drink in our hands, Riley turns to us with a wicked gleam in her eyes and immediately I’m dreading what she has up her sleeve as she begins to hand each of us a card.

“We’re playing truth or dare. I’ve given each of you a card. Each card has a truth question on the back of it. You are required to answer whatever the card asks you. If you don’t answer or answer
truthfully
, you will have to forfeit with a dare
and
a shot.” Just as Riley says this, the waitress returns with a tray of shots and places them on the table in front of us.

“Who wants to go first?”

While everyone else gives each other a wary glance, Alana is the first person to speak up. “Me!”

Riley smiles at Alana’s eagerness, and I have to fight within my inner self not to scowl at her, her perfect ‘Hollywood’ smile grating on me. Knowing I’m allowing the irrational side of me to override my rational side, I throw my drink back in one and shake my head of all the jealousy that seems to be seeping from my pores. Jealousy that I know is unnecessary. I focus my attention on Alana as she begins to read her question out loud.

“If you were invisible for the day, what would be the naughtiest thing you would do?” Her eyes grow wide as she bursts out in drunken giggles, causing everyone else to laugh along with her—which in any normal circumstance wouldn’t be funny, but thanks to the alcohol flowing through us all, everything seems hilarious.

She thinks for a moment before blurting out, “I would watch George Clooney in the shower … then Brad Pitt … and Ben Affleck! Oh, and Ian Somerhalder! Hell, I don’t think I’d ever get out of the damn shower! He could be my boy toy any day!”

Then, clearly not understanding the rules of the game, she grabs a shot and chugs it back in one, giggling as her face scrunches up from the intensity of the shot. “Whoa, that was strong!” she shouts over the music. Her glazed eyes trace over us. “Who’s next?”

A few of the other girls answer their questions truefully; one which was ‘
Have you ever kissed a member of the opposite sex?’
and the other, ‘
What is your favorite bedroom fantasy?’

Mia goes next and when she refuses to answer ‘
Who out of the bachelorette party would you pick for a threesome?’
we watch as she throws back a shot and undergoes a dare of grabbing the ass of at least five guys in the club.

As the drinks continue to flow, the whole truth and dare game continues for a little while and before I know it, it’s my turn. Since my inhibitions have been lowered with the magic of alcohol, without a moment’s hesitation I flip my card over and read it out loud. “Where is the most outrageous place you’ve had sex?”

I flush crimson red with lust when I think back to this morning and the incredible sex I had with Ashton on the plane.
The mile high club.

“Oh my God, it’s somewhere really dirty isn’t it?” Riley pipes up with excitement, and I’m unable to refrain from laughing.
Yep that is definitely the effects of the alcohol.
Then without much thought, I blurt out my most outrageous place I’ve had sex. “On the plane … this morning!” I shout the last bit out in hysterical laughter and everyone around me cheers and hollers, including Alana who even gives me a high five and an
‘ada, girl’
even though it was her son that I had dirty airplane sex with. With that thought, I take my phone out from my purse and type out a text message to Ashton.

Me:
Your mom is so wasted! She just high-fived me for having dirty plane sex with you today.

He replies almost instantly.

Ashton:
Um, baby … how the hell would she know about that?

I giggle when I reply, and with the alcohol in my system it makes typing out a coherent second message a lot more difficult. It’s probably because I can hardly feel my fingers right now.

Me:
We’re plying tryhth or date!

Ashton:
Do you mean playing truth or dare?
Are you drunk? ;)

Me:
Yup! Drunk as a skank.

Ashton:
LOL! I’m pretty sure you mean skunk.

I squint, confused at the message.
That’s what I said. Drunk as a skunk.
But before I can type out another message, my hazy eyes look up and that’s when I see a firefighter … a
hot
firefighter with some serious hard pecs—
rock
hard
—peeking out of his yellow jacket.
Oh hell.
With a purposeful stare aimed at Mia—who looks moments away from passing out—he bellows hoarsely, “I’ve gotten a report of some smokin’ hot ladies over here. Don’t worry though because I’m here to make sure you ladies get nice and wet!”

Everyone begins to fan themselves, throwing back drinks to cool the fire that transpired the moment we locked eyes on him. However, all I can think about is how hot Ashton would look like in a firefighter’s outfit. Just the thought is enough to make me orgasm on the spot.
Holy shit.
I’m brought back to the now when right on cue the distinctive intro of ‘Hot in Herre’ by Nelly begins to play, and the moment the beat begins to kick in, he begins to sexily sway his hips in front of Mia—who’s currently flushing forty shades of pink, her mouth agape.

His stare is quite hypnotizing as he focuses only on Mia, his hips rotating in precise movements, doing a few subtle thrusts as he slides the jacket from his body, causing the girls around me to shriek with excitement.

Then he saunters closer to her, and the redness in her cheeks flame a few shades brighter as he sexily swipes his fingers through her hair, giving her a wicked smile. With a smoothness that could make any woman’s panties melt, he removes Mia’s veil and replaces it with his fireman’s hat. He throws the veil to Riley and I giggle when Mia shoots her a death glare. After a few beats, Mia’s eyes almost double in size as the stripper straddles her lap and begins to give her a lap dance. He slides his fingers under his suspenders, pulling them from his chest before slackening them until they hang loose from his waist.

He continues to dance and his hands suggestively travel down his torso until they come to a stop at his waist. Then cheers erupt around me when he cups himself, causing Mia to throw her hands over her eyes, her shoulders shuddering with shrieking laughter. When the song hits the beat of the chorus he slowly begins to back away, and with minimal effort he rips his trousers from his legs, revealing a pair of
very
tight boxer shorts and a
huge
bulge. I can see Alana out of the corner of my eye with Mia’s mom and I choke with laughter as I watch them almost pawing over him, their eyes shining in pure amazement at such a fine specimen of a man.

Never losing his rhythm, he retrieves a bottle of baby oil out of what seems like thin air. Without wasting a moment of torturing Mia, he flicks the lid open and lifts it above his head as he squirts a generous amount over his chest. The deafening screams around me hit an all-time high and the club suddenly feels like a goddamn sauna. I’m more than content with Ashton, but even I have to admit this guy is hot.

Mia’s mouth pops open again when the stripper takes hold of her hand and seductively drags it over his glistening torso. Riley begins to take snapshots on her phone and Mia’s eyes zone on her with a ‘don’t you fucking dare’ glare before nervous giggles erupt from her mouth. Then without warning, she’s dragged to her feet and with yet another slick move, he lifts her leg over his thigh and simulates hard-core thrusting, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

After a moment he lets go of her leg, and with some kind of Channing Tatum body popping dance move, he moves behind her and I just about fall off my seat when he bends her over and simulates fucking her from behind.

“Oh my God!” I shriek, causing Jo beside me to grip hold of my arm, laughing violently against my shoulder. And just when I think it can’t get much more explicit, when the next song fades into a slow paced hip-hop song, he spins her around so she’s facing him, then drops to his knees before he buries his face in her groin area, shaking his head as if performing oral sex,
hot
…
animalistic
oral sex.

Holy crap.

More laughter roars from me as the song playing also catches my attention, the sounds of sirens and sensual words of ‘getting your pussy wet’ echoing through the speakers.
Is this song for real?

Mia uses one hand to grip his shoulder to stop her losing balance from the sudden movement, while the other hand clutches over her mouth, eyes wide and howling with laughter. Her eyes seek out Riley and she points to her and shouts, “I’m going to fucking kill you!” just as the words ‘finger fuck your pussy’ echoes around the club.

Before we know it we’re all on our feet dancing along with them, hooting and hollering as he simulates a few more sex moves on Mia before eventually moving his attention to the other bachelorettes. Then his stare lands on me and dramatically shaking my head, I begin to back away, but he doesn’t stop until he’s standing in front of me, pouring even more baby oil on his chest. My eyes flicker at the glistening moisture dripping down his abs, and I just about lose all coherent thoughts when his pecs begin to dance. Through even more laughter—to the extent that my cheeks begin to burn—I clutch hold of Jo and push her in front of me. She seems to have no qualms pressing the palms of her hands onto his rock hard body. Alana also joins in with a handful of one-dollar bills and begins to stuff them under the waistband of his boxer shorts, giggling like a horny teenager.

Suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed with the semi-naked firefighter, and desperately bursting for the ladies room after one too many cocktails, I head towards the toilets, but not before turning around and catching an eyeful of his bare thong-clad ass while Mia’s mom simulates sex from behind him.

Giggling, I turn around and head towards the bathroom and while I wait in line, I text Ashton.

Me:
Riley gut Mia a stripped but be had nothing on your. The figure ute look is a hot, can guy get outfit?

I press send, not realizing what it actually says. What I wanted to say was: Riley got Mia a stripper but he has nothing on you. The firefighter look is hot. Can you get an outfit?

Yep. I’m drunk.

As I move forward two more spaces towards a free cubicle, my phone vibrates in my hand. I look down, giggling when I see it’s a message from Ashton.

Ashton:
No idea what that says, but I sure as hell can’t wait to get your cute little drunken ass home so we can have hot drunken sex. ;)

I don’t get a chance to text back as I stumble into the next available cubicle. I begin to count the seconds until I get to have hot drunken sex with my fiancé, who is way hotter than any stripper.

Who needs a firefighter when I have my very own doctor?

IT’S 1:00 AM, AND
the only noise you can hear is the sound of hushed giggles as we finally make it back to Ashton’s parents’ house, as Jo, Mia, and myself try to carry a half-comatose Alana into the house.

God, she is smashed.

I’d hate to imagine the bitch of a hangover she’ll have in the morning, especially since she’ll be getting everything ready for the wedding for the following day. The ceremony is taking place here in the beautiful gardens, so tomorrow it will be pretty much all systems go in terms of wedding mania.

I’m still a little drunk, and towards the end of the night I swapped cocktails for water, so I’ve managed to sober up somewhat. That might have had something to do with Ashton’s promise to do filthy things to me …