Chapter 89

After a few more minutes outside with the guys, I meet a lot of them. I recognize a few faces from our night out in LA and when Sam first met Tyson.

We all enjoy the food the girls and I prepared, then pack our belongings into cases. Our luggage will be delivered to our hotel suites, where we’ll get ready for the night.

We’re all staying in the same downtown hotel. I’m sharing a suite with Sam and my mom. Tyson, his mom, and his two brothers are in another suite on the other side of the hotel, to avoid the temptation of staying together tonight.

I’m ready and sitting on Sam’s bed, scrolling through my laptop.

“Alright! I’m finished. Round up the bitches outside, and let’s go to the strip club!”

“Strip club?! Nobody said anything to me about a strip club!!” I yell, causing her to burst into laughter.

“Alright, ladies, prepare yourselves! We’re heading to a male strip club tonight, just like the ones from Magic Mike! So get your dollar bills ready, because you’re about to get up close and personal!” Sam announces, standing up from the dresser and rolling her hips provocatively in my direction.

“Sam, these guys better be worth it, or I swear... Kyle is going to lose his mind when he finds out where we’re going.” She glances back at her reflection in the mirror, touching up her lipstick once more before shrugging nonchalantly.

“If he does, he’s a hypocrite, and I’ll give him a piece of my mind. Don’t worry about it! It’s my last night of freedom, and this time tomorrow, I’ll be Mrs. Tyson Miller! I’m so excited! But remember, don’t let me get too wasted tonight. You know how I get when I’m drunk.” She jumps up and down in her stiletto heels, her excitement palpable.

“Now, go put your shoes on so we can head out without running into the boys downstairs.” I do as I’m told, slipping on my heels and calling out to the other girls to get ready.

We all leave the room and head toward the elevator. There are so many of us that we have to take turns. Once we reach the lobby, we see the guys huddled together.

“Great,” I comment sarcastically. Spotting Ben, I rush over to him and wrap him in a tight hug. I haven’t seen him all day. His flight was delayed, so I couldn’t pick him up. But Eric did, along with my mom.

“There’s my sweet cheeks! I’ve missed you ladies,” he says, hugging me back once he regains his balance.

“We’ve missed you too, Ben! I’m so glad you made it!” I step back, standing by his side as James, Caleb, Knox, Wes, and Tyler join us.

Ben looks down at me, a teasing glint in his eyes. “All of these guys?” he asks, nudging my shoulder. I blush under his gaze, narrowing my eyes into his ocean-green ones, which makes him smile.

“Well, Miss Alex! You sure do clean up nice!” I turn to see the new friends I made today, Mr. and Mrs. Gregory, loading the cases into the foyer.

“Mr. and Mrs. Gregory! How are you?” I greet them warmly, giving them both hugs. They had tried to help me wheel the cases along the carpet, but it was proving to be a difficult task.

“Thank you so much for helping me today! It was very kind of you,” I say, holding my clutch between my hands and laughing at my failed attempt to do it all alone.

“Our pleasure, sweetie. But if it wasn’t for your boyfriend, we’d still be out there dragging them along,” Mr. Gregory says, laughing with his wife. I snap my head around to Knox, who has a smug smirk on his face.

~Don’t you even think about it, buddy.~

“Oh, he’s not my—”

“Anything to help out my girl,” Knox interrupts, rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands in his pockets. I roll my eyes at the game he’s trying to play. That’s not fair.

“Such a gentleman,” Mrs. Gregory coos, blushing at Knox, who is as smooth as the tiled floor I’m standing on. I turn around with a fake smile and glare at Knox.

I see Ben out of the corner of my eye, clearly enjoying this. “I give up,” I mumble to myself, but Ben hears it and starts to laugh quietly, turning away so I don’t see.

“Alex! Let’s get going! You need a stripper all up in your business!” Sam announces to everyone. My sister hasn’t had a single drop of alcohol yet, and I can already see where this night is going.

“You guys are going to a strip club too?” Ben asks, smirking at me. I nod, “Yeah, but with hot guys. Not girls! I swear, if there are girls, I’m leaving Andy alone in there...”

I sigh as the Gregorys wave goodbye to me, Knox, and the others.

“I certainly don’t need anyone all up in anything... Help me, Ben!” I pout at him, and he laughs, pulling me into his arms.

He kisses my head and tells me, “Try not to picture me in there, sweet cheeks.” Pulling back, he watches my reaction.

“Only if you don’t picture me in your strip club,” I retort, laughing and throwing my head back as Sam calls for me again.

I see him glance at Knox and smirk, “Believe me, sweet cheeks, I will one hundred percent be picturing you in there!”

Laughing once again, I see Knox push him and grit out, “Move.” Ben gets stares from the other guys, who just don’t understand our humor.

I wave the boys goodbye and run to join the girls. I’m wearing a blush knee-length pencil skirt with a white crop top that shows off my ribs, strappy gold heeled sandals tied up my leg, and my hair is wavy. My makeup is light, with bronzed eyes. I notice that Andy isn’t in the car.

Hannah and I climb back out to walk back into the lobby. I see Kyle and her to the side, talking.

Hannah and I race over to them and grab Andy’s hand, pulling her away.

“No, she’s not going, and neither are you two! You’re not going to get dicks thrown in your faces. I’m going to kill Sam when I see her!” Kyle is clearly annoyed, but he’s about to go out and do the same thing, just with girls.

“So? You’re about to have a swarm of naked girls all over you, babe! Sure, I’m annoyed, but you have to do it for Tyson just like I have to do it for your sister!”

His huff of resignation is a clear admission that her logic is unassailable. He can’t stay mad at his girlfriend or me, he’s such a softy when it comes to us, Hannah and Sam. He always has been.

“I hate when you give me those eyes, Andy. If any guy—and I mean any guy—comes over to either of you girls,” he points to the three of us, “you better call me.”

“Or me,” Knox interjects.

“Or Knox, but mainly me.” We all nod, pretending that we’ll call them when we all know we won’t.

We spin around to leave, but not before I warn the boys, “You guys better behave. I don’t want to get a call from one of you telling me you pulled a Hangover-style stunt and ended up in Thailand with a bunch of ladyboys, a baby, and a tiger!”

Laughing with them, the three of us salute the boys. Taking Andy’s hand, we leave them to their own devices and slide into the car.

“Finally! Fucking hell! Let’s go, I want to see some hot dancers!” Sam whines, sipping on her champagne. The party bus we rented is filled with estrogen and champagne flowing in flutes.

The driver is blasting heavy bass music and I can feel the alcohol coursing through my system. We’re all dancing around the poles on the bus, pretending to be sexy, and I can’t keep a straight face.

The WAGS take it to a new level, thinking they’re the epitome of sexiness, and Lauren would definitely be included in that category.

There are a few from the group that I plan to steer clear of—they’re too snobby and caught up in the hierarchy of the WAG world. To each their own, I suppose.

After a series of top-quality throwback girls-night-out songs blasting through the speakers, we arrive outside the strip club and are greeted by the manager herself.

She escorts us inside and we walk past stages filled with dancing guys. The pink and blue fluorescent lights flash on the guys in the tightest underwear I’ve ever seen.

Oh lord.

We get to the private room Sam arranged with the manager and she gets a pink sash wrapped around her with ‘Bride’ written across it.

We’re all seated and order drinks, and the next thing we know, four strippers enter the room.

Shirtless. Pant-less. Underwear only.

Ripped. Oiled up. Tanned. Hot. Ripped.

Ready to go.

Did I mention they’re ripped?

“Woah...” I breathe out in awe, staring at their toned bodies. These boys will be the death of me. The guys walk towards us and I gulp down my drink as quickly as I can.

“These guys are so sexy,” Andy murmurs, biting her lip as she stares at the Adonis look-alike. A blonde guy, who is the complete opposite of Tyson, takes my sister’s hand and seats her on the free chair in the center of the room.

Watching this unfold, I don’t notice the other blonde guy take my hand and lead me over to the chair next to my sister. I look back at Andy and Hannah, who are roaring with laughter at my reaction.

“I’m not the bride?” I question him as he seats me on the chair, my eye-line level with his bulge. Huge bulge. God help me.

“You’re her sister, right?” I nod, but I’m apprehensive about where this is going. “Well, you get one too! Because you’re sisters, you get a lap dance from brothers.”

My eyes widen and I feel the heat rush to my cheeks. I’m not drunk enough for this.

“Y-You’re brothers?” I point between the two blondes. Now that they’re up close, I can see that they look alike. They have similar facial features, same eyes, same smiles. Damn, he’s hot.

“Thanks, you’re really hot too,” I groan because I said it out loud. “Names?” He asks, hearing the cheer from the girls behind them as they bend over.

“Alex.”

“Sam,” my sister grins at the guy.

The guy winks at me and says, “Nice to meet you, Alex. I’m Ryder.”

Ryder? Holy mother of God, help me.

“Are you single?” I gulp and manage to spit out a ‘Yes,’ staring into his blue eyes.

“Even better, first time?” He asks me and I nod, not trusting my voice one bit. He starts to laugh and places his hands on my thighs, stroking them.

“Just sit back and relax, Alex. Let me do all the work. I’m going to handcuff you first, alright?” He leans towards my face, his eyes not leaving mine, and takes both of my wrists, cuffing them together.

“Any questions?” He asks me, his breath warm on my cheek.

“Why are you called Ryder?” I blurt out, not recognizing my own voice. He stares at me for a few moments and a smile creeps onto his striking face.

“You can give me your number and find out later if you want?” The teasing tone in his voice makes my eyes bulge out of their sockets.

He’s flirting with me? This guy is flirting with me? This hot guy standing right in front of me is flirting with me?

“You know, you’re kind of cute when you’re all nervous. But let me get this show on the road for both of you sexy ladies.

It’s good to have younger, hot girls in the club than the older ones we usually get, so we’ll take extra good care of you ladies tonight,” he stands up and the music starts.

Sam repeats, looking over at me, “Extra good care of us,” ending it with a wink.

“Alex, smile for the camera!” Andy’s voice rings out, followed by the bright flash of her phone. I instinctively shield my face.

“Andy, put that phone away! Don’t you dare show this to the boys,” Hannah chides, her words punctuated by a giggle. Meanwhile, Ryder’s hands are exploring my thighs, tracing a path upwards and over my curves. He instructs me to stand.

Obediently, I rise, still handcuffed. “Damn, you’ve got a great ass,” he comments, giving it a smack before hastily seating me back down. He then proceeds to climb onto my lap, grinding against me in his tight underwear.

I can feel him hard against me, and I glance over at Sam to see his brother doing the same to her. I’m not sure where to look, but she’s smirking at him, and the girls are all whistling at us.

Despite the absurdity of the situation, I can’t help but laugh. As Ryder continues his performance, I feel my hands come loose from the cuffs. I realize he’s removed mine, but not Sam’s. I look up at him, perched atop me.

“I want you to feel me,” he murmurs, his gaze heavy-lidded. He guides my hands to his shoulders, then strokes my arms. He takes my hands in his, all while continuing to grind against me. He guides my hands down his chest and abs, playing with them, rubbing them over his oiled-up muscles.

“I want what she’s having,” Sam tells the guy on her lap, who chuckles and removes her cuffs as well.

“Ryder, are you going off script?” his brother teases.

“Hell yeah, I’m going off-script. Can’t you see the goddess in my chair?” Ryder retorts, his eyes never leaving mine. I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks.

His hands trail lower and lower until they reach his bulge. He guides my hand to his warm, hard package, smirking down at me. He closes his hand over mine, guiding me to squeeze.

“Oh my god,” I gasp.

“Yeah, that’s usually the reaction I get from the ladies. But I’m going to give you something a little special,” he promises, guiding my hand into his underwear.

“Are you serious, bro?” His brother doubles over in laughter, Sam joining in.

My hand slips into his underwear, and I automatically grab his hard length. Shock registers on my face.

“Shit,” I manage to say.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Ryder teases, leaning in until we’re inches apart. He grins. “Imagine how it would feel inside you.” He plants a hard kiss on my lips, and the cheering around us intensifies.

My hand is still gripping him, and I kiss him back. I release him, running my hand up to his hard abs. He guides my hand back down under his underwear, and I smile against his lips.

Cupping the back of my head, he deepens the kiss, his tongue twirling with mine. I fight for dominance, pulling away only when we’re both gasping for breath. He continues his routine, synchronizing with his brother. I’m having the time of my life.