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  I felt myself grow warm while I watched him. Sweat was on his forehead and chest. My thighs tightened together as he kept moving. I wanted to pour wine on his chest and lick it away.

  Then Slade moved to his feet then fell to the floor, did a push up, and then jumped back to his feet. He did it over and over, working up a sweat and breathing hard.

  I started to fan myself in excitement. I opened my clutch then grabbed all the money I had and threw it at him. “Honey, you deserve it all.”

  He released a labored laugh and kept going.

  I turned off the music. “Come here and give me a lap dance.”

  He moved to his feet and wiped his forehead. Then he came to me slowly, breathing hard.

  I pulled his boxers down and revealed his cock, which wasn’t hard at the moment. “I want a private show…”

  “I don’t do those services.”

  “You won’t make an exception?” I pulled my bra off and watched him stare at my chest. “I’m getting married soon. I want one last go.”

  His cock hardened while he looked at me. “Alright. But don’t tell anyone. It goes against my oath.”

  I lay back on the bed and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was covered in sweat but I liked the way it felt against my skin. “You’re really hot.”

  “I know, baby.”

  “You’re so hot that I don’t even care if you’re cocky about it.”

  “I have something to be cocky about it.” He slipped inside me and stretched me.

  “I love your dick!”

  He tried not to laugh. “Sex with drunk chicks is always fun.”

  “You’re taking advantage of me,” I said. “I’m so drunk and don’t know what I’m doing…”

  “Yep,” he said. “And I don’t give a damn.”

  “Just make me come.”

  “When have I ever not made you come?”

  “Uh…”

  “Never. Like I said.” He continued to move inside me.

  “I’m so glad I’m marrying you.” My nails dug into his back.

  His eyes softened. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Silke

  Arsen didn’t come back to the room even at four in the morning. I was tired but couldn’t sleep. It was too uncomfortable not having him beside me. I tried calling him a few times but he never answered. I knew he didn’t want to talk to me.

  I sent him a text. Please talk to me.

  Busy.

  Doing what?

  Strip club.

  I couldn’t picture him in a strip club. Maybe the old Arsen, but not the new one. Are you ever coming back to the room?

  Why would I when I can get a lap dance?

  I tried not to snap at him. I know you aren’t at a strip club.

  Well, I am.

  I’m calling your bluff.

  I’m at The Well. Come join me.

  He was actually there? Fine, I will.

  I left the room then walked down the strip. I was surprised so many people were still out. A few catcalls were thrown my way as I passed people on the street. I arrived at the strip club and walked inside. The bouncer didn’t question me. He probably thought I worked there.

  I spotted Arsen sitting at a table alone with his beer untouched.

  I couldn’t believe he was actually there. I approached the table and took the seat beside him.

  He glanced at me then turned his attention back to the stage. Half naked girls were dancing on poles. “Is that what you want? A perverted guy that would rather watch random girls get naked instead of making love to the woman he actually gives a damn about?” He turned to me with cold eyes. “Does this make me less boring?”

  I watched him silently.

  He turned back to the girls. “You should leave.”

  “Then you should come with me.”

  “I’m having more fun here.”

  “No, you aren’t,” I argued.

  “This is the Arsen you want, right? Selfish and detached. Well, that’s what you’re getting.”

  “I didn’t mean what I said. I was just mad.”

  “You’re the one who dared me to grab that woman’s ass,” he snarled. “Who the hell does that?”

  “I was just upset…”

  “Because I don’t like it when you use my razor?” he asked incredulously. “It’s really that offensive?”

  “I guess I was just embarrassed that you said that in front of my friends.”

  “Whom you tell everything to anyway?” he snarled.

  I didn’t like Arsen being here. And I didn’t like being here. “Let’s go.”

  “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

  “It’s late. Let’s get some sleep.”

  “Then go,” he said. “I’ll find somewhere else to sleep tonight.”

  “Don’t be like this,” I said.

  “You’re the one who told me the grab some stranger’s ass,” he snapped. “I’ve grown up a lot in this relationship but you’ve only become more childish. You have no idea what I went through to get you back. You think being in prison was easy? You think I wasn’t beaten and tortured? You think I didn’t do things I’m not proud of?” He gave me the darkest look I’ve ever seen. “You think I didn’t smash some guy’s face into a wall because he tried to steal a picture of you that I had? I bent my back over trying to make this relationship work. I accomplished the impossible and I completely changed who I was to deserve you. And now you think I’m boring? Now you miss the old Arsen? You couldn’t say a more insulting thing to me.”

  I stared at him and felt my heart race.

  “Now get the fuck out and leave me alone.” He turned back to the stage.

  I sat there and didn’t move, trying to think of something to fix this situation. Arsen and I hadn’t had a bad fight like this in a long time. We’d been in the honeymoon stage for months. But now it was falling apart.

  “I told you to leave.” He didn’t look at me as he said it.

  “Let’s go somewhere quiet where we can talk.”

  “No. I’d rather watch these chicks get naked.”

  “You aren’t even looking at them,” I countered.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “I’m sorry, okay?”

  “What a great apology,” he said sarcastically.

  I turned away and watched the waitress move from table to table. Guys smoking cigars watched the pretty girls get naked. Music played overhead. I didn’t know what to do to make this right. My attempt at conversation wasn’t working. So I left my chair and moved into his lap. I was relieved to feel his lack of a hard-on. I knew he wasn’t watching those girls. And if he did, he didn’t enjoy it.

  “What are you doing?” he hissed.

  I straddled his hips then hooked my arms around his neck. Then I kissed his neck and migrated my lips to his jaw.

  He pushed me away slightly. “You aren’t going to kiss me and make this better.”

  “Then give me a chance to talk.”

  “I’m too pissed off right now, Silke,” he said coldly. “Maybe tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow is already here. It’s almost five.”

  “Then the day after that.” He looked passed me.

  “I love you for who you are—now and before.”

  He still wouldn’t look at me.

  “I’m glad that you’ve matured and become responsible. You’re a great father and role model to Abby. And you’re a successful man that I’m proud of. But, I love the old Arsen too. I loved the fact that you did what you wanted without overthinking it. I loved the fact that you were bad but good at the same time. I loved the fact that you had such a free spirit. That’s all I meant.”

  “No, you said you hated me for who I was now. Well, Silke, I did that for you and Abby. And if you hate it so much why are you with me?” He turned his gaze to me, cold and unforgiving.

  “I don’t hate who you are now. I love you more than before. I just wish you would loosen up. It’s like yo
u don’t trust yourself. You won’t allow yourself to have fun or ever do anything reckless. You’re rigid and stern, always playing by the rules. All night you’ve only had one drink.” I turned to the table. “You haven’t even drunk that one. It’s like you’re a robot. You can be a father and a responsible adult and have fun too.”

  “I have a lot of things to make up for—I’m still making up for them.”

  “Let it go,” I said. “I want the old Arsen and the new Arsen—together.”

  He kept his gaze averted from me.

  “Come back to the room and get some sleep.”

  His eyes seemed distant. “Just leave me alone, Silke.”

  He was still mad at me. I cupped his face and kissed the corner of his mouth. Then I slowly grinded against him, giving him a private lap dance. He turned his head away but I brought it back to me and kept kissing him. Against his will, his cock came to life underneath me.

  I gave him my best moves, forcing his hand up my dress and to my ass.

  Arsen stopped fighting it and slipped his tongue into my mouth. His fingers played with my thong and he pulled me closer to his chest. Then his lips moved to my neck and he discreetly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his length out. It was dark and visibility was difficult. But I still couldn’t believe what he was doing. “You want the old Arsen back?” he whispered into my ear as he moved in my underwear over.

  “Right now I do.”

  He pulled me further on top of him then slid himself inside me.

  I pressed my face close to his as I felt him stretch me, making me feel unbelievably full. My hands moved to his shoulders and I used them as an anchor to move my body against his.

  He looked into my eyes as he gripped my hips then thrust into me from below. We were moving together slowly, trying not to make it obvious what we were doing, but the longer we moved together the less we cared.

  “Shit, you have a nice pussy.” He breathed hard into my ear as he moved himself inside me.

  My nails dug through his shirt to his skin underneath.

  His face moved to my chest and he kissed the exposed skin, moving into me harder.

  I wasn’t sure if anyone noticed what we were doing. I didn’t care because all I thought about was him. “Arsen…” I loved the way he moved inside me, stretching me with every thrust.

  His hand moved under my dress and groped my ass, squeezing it aggressively. “You feel so good.” He used his hips to thrust into me harder.

  I held onto him and rocked my hips as I moved him further inside me. “I’m about to come…”

  “I always make you come, Beauty.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and forced me to bounce on his dick aggressively. “Come. You’re almost there. You’re getting so tight.”

  I held onto him then felt the explosion deep between my legs. “Oh god…” My face moved to his and I breathed hard while nothing but joy filled me. “Yes.”

  He spanked my ass then tensed underneath me. “My turn.” He looked me in the eye with burning desire then released. “Yeah…right there.” He released a deep moan as he filled me to the brim. He remained still until he was completely finished before his breathing started to increase. “Tightest pussy I’ve ever had.” He pulled my dress down and made sure my ass was covered before he pulled me closer to him. “So, did you like the old Arsen?” He took a drink of his beer.

  “I wouldn’t mind seeing him more often—but only once in a while.”

  “I can do that.” He didn’t look at the stripper again. Just me.

  “Are we okay?” I asked.

  “We’re always okay, Beauty. Fights will come and go but this.” He pointed back and forth between us. “Will always stay the same.”

  “Good. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself without you.”

  “You’ll never know,” he said. “Except during the short periods where you piss me the hell off.”

  I smiled. “I’ll try to be better at that.”

  “Yeah…I doubt that.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Can we go back to the room now? I’m tired.”

  “Yeah, this place smells like piss anyway.” He adjusted his jeans and put his cock away before he helped me to a stand. “And the girls look like anorexic holocaust survivors.”

  I smacked his arm. “Arsen!”

  “Too much old Arsen, I guess?”

  “Way too much.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Skye

  When we got back to the room, I was a little dizzy. “So, did you kiss a boy and you liked it?”

  Cayson rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me shit for that. It was just a quick peck.”

  “I won’t judge you if you liked it.”

  “Slade doesn’t have a pussy, so no, I didn’t like it.”

  I gripped the front of his shirt and tried to kiss him but missed by a few inches. “Whoa…where did you go?”

  “It’s time for bed…” He maneuvered me to the mattress and took off my shoes.

  I watched him kneel while he slipped my heels off. “Cayson, do you like anal?”

  He flinched at my question and abandoned my shoes. Then he looked at me, confusion in his eyes. “Where is this coming from?”

  “Well, Trinity says Slade loves it.”

  He looked down and continued removing my shoes.

  “So, do you love it?”

  He shrugged but didn’t say anything.

  “Have you ever had anal before?”

  He flinched again. “You need to get some rest, baby.” He got the shoes off and set them out of the way.

  “Why won’t you just answer the question?” I knew my inhibitions were lowered and I blurted things out I wouldn’t normally say, or at least in this way.

  “Why does it matter?” He unzipped the back of my dress and pulled it off.

  “So, you have.” I stared at him for confirmation.

  He sighed. “You know I’ve been around the block a few times, Skye.”

  “Did you like it?”

  He looked away. “You’re annoying when you’re drunk.”

  “I’m not going to be mad.”

  “Yes, I liked it.” He didn’t look at me as he said it. There was a guilty look on his face.

  “Well, do you want to do anal with me?”

  He turned back to me. “Skye, I’m very satisfied with our relationship. We don’t need to change anything.”

  “But…Slade and Trinity are more adventurous than we are.”

  “Don’t compare us.”

  “So, you don’t want to do anal with me…?” I couldn’t help but feel sad. Why would he want to do that with some other girl but not me? Was he not as excited with me?

  “I didn’t say that,” he said. “We should revisit this conversation when you aren’t drunk.”

  “But I understand what I’m saying. I just can’t walk.”

  “Even so…” He pulled down the covers. “Get into bed.”

  “Let’s do it!”

  “Some other time.”

  “Why don’t you want to fuck my ass?” I demanded.

  He looked at me in shock. “I’m not going to do that when you aren’t even acting like yourself. I’ve never heard you say anything like that in my life.”

  I stood up on shaky legs and put my hands on my hips. “Well, I’m trying to get your attention.”

  “Skye, we’ve been together for a long time and we’re getting married. You think I’m not satisfied with you?”

  “I’m afraid you won’t be someday when our sex life gets boring.”

  “It’ll never get boring,” he said. “Because we’re in love.”

  I brushed off his words. “Let’s spice it up.”

  “Are you saying you aren’t satisfied?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Of course I am,” I said. “I just want to fulfill all your fantasies.”

  “You are my fantasy,” he said seriously. “Now get to bed.”

  “But—”

  “I�
��m not doing it for the first time when you’re drunk,” he snapped. “That’s final. If you really want to pursue this we can talk about it when you’re sober. Now shut up and go to bed.”

  “Ooh…a man with a firm hand.”

  He undressed himself and sighed. “You aren’t getting drunk anymore.”

  I crawled to him then kissed his neck. “Come on…I want you.”

  He kicked off his shoes and got his slacks off. “Regular sex?” he asked.

  “Yeah.” I pulled him to the bed.

  “Well, I can do that when you’re drunk.” He kissed the knuckle of my ring finger then moved over me. “And I’m only going to make love to you.”

  “As long as you’re inside me, I don’t care.”

  ***

  We all sat at the table, slouched and barely hanging onto our chairs. My head pounded with a headache and I felt a little nauseous. I took painkillers that morning but they didn’t seem to help. I was afraid if I took more I would overdose.

  Trinity was just as much of a wreck. Every time someone said something too loud, she flinched like she was startled. Silke was equally tired, with bags under her eyes. Only the guys seemed to be okay.

  Slade shook his head in disapproval. “You guys are pathetic. You didn’t even drink that much last night.”

  “I’m still drunk,” I blurted.

  “Me too.” Trinity raised her hand in the air.

  “Me three,” Silke said with a yawn.

  Slade ordered a few mimosas and handed us the glasses.

  “Yuck.” Trinity pushed it away. “No more alcohol…”

  “It will help with the hangover,” Slade said. “You need a little alcohol to recover.”

  “Says who?” she demanded.

  “Just trust me,” Slade said, pushing it closer to her.

  Silke looked to Arsen for confirmation.

  Arsen nodded.

  We all drank our glasses, and in a few minutes I felt a little better. “I need to get drunk again so I won’t be hung over.”

  “That’s the spirit,” Slade said. “Now I’m hungry. Where’s our waitress?”

  Cayson raised an eyebrow. “It’s a buffet, dude.”

  “I know,” he said. “So, where is she?” He kept looking around.