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Luke laughed and shook his head as he watched a blonde take center stage. Her fake tits swayed back and forth as she slid up and down the stripper pole. Her body was tight just like Molly’s and her hair was just as long and blonde. Now that’s what he was talking about. He shifted in his seat as he watched her work her body. She looked down at him, made eye contact and winked. Luke smiled and spread his legs in his chair, to give himself more space.
 

Nash continued his story as Luke eyed the blonde up and down as he licked his lips. “…the next minute I’m flat on the bed, chest to the fucking mattress and she’s strapping me to the damn bed and roping me off...butt ass naked. She starts twisting and turning me, sucking me, flogging me, I mean damn! I had never had a woman take me like Uta. I just laid there helpless on the bed as her fucking pussy hovered over my dick and pumped onto me while she was hanging onto some damn ceiling straps I had no clue were there. All I can remember is her screaming at the top of her lungs, ‘Ya Nash…Ya!’” Nash imitated a heavy German accent.

Luke tore his gaze from the blonde who was now only wearing a string thong and looked at his friend. “There is something seriously wrong with you.”

“You’re not a man until you get tied to a bed by a hefty German,” Nash replied, as he turned to look at the girl on stage. “Fuck, she’s hot.”

“Yeah, I would totally bury myself in that.”

Nash slapped Luke on the shoulder and said, “That a boy. You do have a dick.” He motioned to the stripper for her to come over to them. When she dropped her ass in front of them, Nash shouted, “My boy wants a lap dance.” The stripper nodded and got off the stage.
 

Luke sat up in his chair as he set his beer down. She walked toward him, grabbed his hand and took him over to one of the private booths in the club. Nash smacked the table and laughed as he nodded his beer toward Luke in approval.
 

Walking over to the booth, Luke took in the backside of the girl and was pleased with what she had to offer. She was fucking hot and he was horny as hell, so he was pleased with his choice.
 

When they arrived in one of the private booths, she pushed him down on the cushioned bench and straddled his lap so her perfectly rounded tits were in his face. He didn’t know the protocol of the club, but all he wanted to do was bury his face in her rounded globes and take her pointy nipple in his mouth.
 

“You’re fucking hot,” Luke breathed out, as she started to rock her hips on his.
 

“Right back at ya. I was hoping you were going to call me over the minute I saw you walk in the club.”

Happy with himself, Luke asked, “Where can I put my hands?”

“Anywhere,” she breathed out.
 

A bolt of desire shot through Luke as he placed his hands on her thighs and slowly moved them up to her rib cage, just below her dick-squirting breasts. Her hands went up into her hair, making her tits puff out even more, as she rolled her hips up and down. Luke was hard as a rock and the pressure she was putting on his dick was just enough that it had him wanting, no begging, for more.
 

“Touch me,” she moaned as she removed her hands from her hair and ran them up his shirt. His muscles contracted under her touch. She maneuvered his shirt off and tossed it to the side. He wasn’t sure if this was normal behavior in a strip club, but then again, he’d never been in a private booth before, so he didn’t really know. All he knew was, he was seconds away from exploding in his pants.
 

Remembering her demand, he ran his hands up her body some more and finally wrapped his hands around her breasts. They were fucking perfect and he couldn’t help himself, he kneaded the fuck out of them and buried his face in her cleavage, making her moan. His head turned to the side and his tongue quickly darted out, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. Fuck, she even tasted good.
 

“Do it again.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. This time he grabbed her breast and sucked as much in his mouth as he could. His tongue played with her nipple as he sucked and squeezed hard. Shit, she was so fucking hot. He ran his hand up to her other breast and squeezed it, making her moan.
 

She pulled away quickly, leaving him hard as fuck and wanting, needing her. Her long hair cascaded down her body just like Molly’s and all he wanted to do was take her right then and there. He wanted to fuck the shit out of her.
 

Turning on his lap, she pressed her back against his bare chest and started working her hips again. She pressed her head against his shoulder, proudly displaying her breasts for him. His hands ran up her body and skimmed them as she continued to gyrate on his lap.
 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said.
 

“I want you to touch me.”

“I am,” he said, as he licked her neck.

“No…touch me,” she said, as she took his hand and put it on top of her underwear. Luke froze for a second as he tried to figure out what to do. He knew he’d sucked on the girl’s breast, but touching her, that seemed more intimate, something he only used to do with Molly. Molly…fuck her. She was off with another man right now, so why should he care?
 

Not wanting to think about the whore anymore, he put his hand inside her thin thong and pressed his finger against her clit, making her back arch in pleasure. She was so goddamn wet it was hard not to continue to touch her. Luke found himself moving his fingers in and out of her, making her scream. The moment she climaxed, a wave of guilt ran through his body, but he had little time to think because, in an instant, his pants were unzipped and his dick was inside of her mouth. She closed her lips around him and all he could do was sit back and enjoy the sensation of her mouth running along his long shaft.
 

He knew what he was doing didn’t feel right, but after not having sex for over two years, he didn’t give a fuck. He hated Molly, but the thought of her didn’t escape his mind, ever. He rested his head against the back of the booth and envisioned Molly’s perfect lips around his cock as the stripper blew him right there in one of the privacy booths.
 

Chapter Three

**Lucy**

“Love, if they don’t get here in the next five minutes, I’m either going to cry like a little bitch or spread you on this table and eat you out because I’m so damn hungry,” Connor whispered into Lucy’s ear.

Sunday brunch was a tradition amongst their friends, but for some reason, Lucy and Connor were the only ones currently at their reserved table at The Ritz Carlton. Jane and Brady sent a text saying they were going to be late; they blamed it on pregnancy woes, but Lucy knew better, they were a couple of horny rabbits. Not that she and Connor weren’t, they just knew how to fuck and be on time. Patty and Marc were finding parking; Marc hated valet parking, and Albert was always fashionably late. Thankfully for Lucy, Molly had declined the invitation once again, not feeling up to being around a bunch of couples. Jane tried to convince her differently, since Albert was flying solo, but Molly still declined. Lucy seemed to think it had to do with being around Connor, since he was Luke’s brother and apparently Luke had gone AWOL after he walked in on Austin and Molly.
 

The dumb bitch deserved it, Lucy thought. She was a pretty easy going girl who never really held grudges, but pure hatred for Molly poured out of Lucy. She absolutely despised the hot-mess whore of a mother. Lucy still didn’t understand how Jane could be friends with her, but Lucy wasn’t there to judge. All she knew was, Molly had made attempts to ruin Lucy’s life multiple times in the past…first by taking away Austin when he mattered to Lucy, then screwing around with her relationship with Connor and then…the icing on top of the cake was when she divulged Lucy’s pregnancy news to the two men who were involved, on top of other minor things like pushing and pulling hair. If anyone deserved what was coming to them, it was Molly. She’d dug her own grave and now she had to live in it.
 

Patty and Marc walked up to the table, holding hands and looking as cute as ever. Marc retired this past season and couldn’t have been happier about his decision. He said he gave it a good run, but his catcher knees were fading out and he would rather end the season on a good note rather than a bad one. He was looking forward to the time off and had already taken Patty out on a couple romantic trips. They were made for each other, even though they’d had a rocky start; Lucy was glad they were together.

Lucy and Connor stood up to give both Patty and Marc hugs, which was a little awkward, since Lucy saw Patty every day at work, but it seemed like the thing to do.
 

“I swear, every time I see you, your cute little belly gets bigger,” Patty said, as she rubbed Lucy’s belly like a genie’s bottle, an action she was getting used to from people.
 

“It’s because she had a giant burrito last night and still hasn’t pooped it out. Isn’t that right, love?”

Lucy swatted at Connor’s stomach as she gave the laughing Marc a hug.
 

“Don’t encourage him,” Lucy said, as she pinched his side.

“Hey now,” Marc said, as he rubbed his tweaked skin. “You can’t go pinching retired men; you’re going to make them feel self-conscious about their love handles.”

Lucy laughed because, out of all the men, Marc would never be one to let himself go. Well, if she thought about it, none of the guys in their group would let themselves go…well, maybe Albert, but he was already a bear.
 

“You do look a little shapely,” Connor joked as they all sat down. “You been hanging around the food trucks lately?”

Marc shrugged, “I love a Korean taco.”

“It’s a little disturbing how much,” Patty added. “We’ll be playing Frisbee one minute and I go to chase after the damn thing, I turn around and there’s Marc with a Korean taco halfway down his throat as he’s waiting for me.”

“That happened one time,” Marc protested. “You act like it’s a daily occurrence.”

Patty just gave him a look, which made Marc laugh and shake his head.
 

“Hey, you guys,” called Brady as he and Jane walked up to the table. They all stood to say hi, but Brady waved them down. “Jesus, we see each other every Sunday.”

“Don’t be rude,” Jane chastised, as she quickly pecked everyone at the table, casually bumping her little belly against whatever got in her way.
 

“What are you going to do, punish me?” Brady asked, while wiggling his eyebrows and pulling out Jane’s chair for her.
 

Jane pushed his face away with her hand and laughed, “Yeah, no sex for a week.”

Brady threw his head back and laughed, “That’ll be the day. You’re the one with the pussy police, locking my dick up in your sweet jail every chance you get. I can barely move from the way you’ve attacked my dick.”

Marc high fived Brady as Connor sat in his chair and laughed while all the women crossed their arms and looked at their respective men with disgust.
 

“Not sure you’ll be laughing when I dust off my dildo and start screwing myself,” Jane said, as she took a sip of her water.
 

Brady’s face straightened as he looked at his wife. “I thought you threw that out.”

The girls laughed now. “Oh, Brady, you don’t know what happens when you’re out of town playing ball.” Jane patted his face and picked up her menu. “The French toast looks divine, doesn’t it ladies?”

“Babe, we’ll be talking about this later.” Brady almost sounded desperate, but turned on at the same time.
 

“We’ll see about that,” she said with a wink.
 

“The party can start now that I’m here,” called Albert, as he walked up to everyone wearing man-pris, boat shoes and a turquoise and orange button-up polka dot shirt with an undone bow tie. It was impossible not to stare at the man with the get-ups he wore. “Ooo, ladies, you can all leave, I got this covered,” Albert joked, while licking his lips and squeezing Brady’s biceps.
 

“Hands off my husband,” Jane joked.
 

“Jane, please, you know you’re going to have to step away at some point, isn’t that right Alby?” Brady joked, as he laced his fingers with Albert’s, making the flamboyant man wave his hand in front of his face and blush.
 

“By all means, handsome, walk off with Alby. I’m sure he’ll never shut you out of the bedroom.”

Lucy watched as Albert wiggled his eyebrows and sat on Brady’s lap, making the very-confident Brady Matthews sweat. Lucy was just happy that Albert was hanging all over Brady because she’d have to punch him if he was groping her man. She looked over at Connor and squeezed his hand as he smiled at her. God, he was handsome. All the men at their table were handsome, but Connor was, without a doubt, the sexiest at the table, at least in her opinion. A girl could never go wrong with a muscular man with blond hair and blue eyes, nope, never.
 

“Hey, are you going to order or just stare at each other all day?” Marc asked, now that Albert was sitting in his own chair and the waitress was waiting patiently at their table. How long had she actually been looking at Connor?