Never Giving Up (Never #3)(21)
I took in a deep breath and tried to shake off the ugliness I could feel coming over me. I promised myself that tonight would be fun, drama free, and nothing but a good time. And here I was ruining it before it had even started. Besides, it really was only important that Porter liked the way I looked anyway.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek. “Are you ready for tonight? How many lap dances are you going to buy Patrick?”
“As many as he wants, I suppose.” He turned from me and left the bathroom, heading towards our fantastic closet that still made me smile every time I walked into it. I bit my lip to try and keep my thought in my head. I did not want to come across as the jealous wife. Who was I kidding? Porter, in a strip club? I decided to let my mouth open.
“And how many lap dances will you be getting?” I asked, really trying not to sound too needy or jealous. I was going for the relaxed wife who didn’t care if some mostly naked woman rubbed her not-pregnant, flat-stomached, body all over my husband.
“I don’t know,” I heard him say from within the closet. “One, maybe two if I’m lucky.”
And then my mouth really opened—in shock. I turned quickly towards the door to see him walking out of the closet, adjusting his outfit. He wore black suit pants with a white button up shirt and a black blazer. The top two buttons of his shirt were open, and the little V of skin that showed was just enough of a tease that my eyes were instantly drawn there.
I blinked at him a few times—the first few were to make sure that what I was seeing was real, that my husband was really that delectable. The last few were to emphasize my astonishment.
“Two lap dances? I’m sorry,” I placed my hand on my hip and cocked it to the side, hoping I looked and sounded as annoyed as I felt. . “You’re going to let two women grind up on you?”
“No, just one.” He winked as he walked up to me and, without hesitation, took my mouth in a searing kiss. I opened for him instinctually, felt the heat of his mouth envelop mine, his hand reaching around my back, pulling me even closer to him. I moaned into his mouth and felt every part of my body flush when he growled in response. His other hand reached around to the back of my neck and held me in place as his mouth assaulted mine. He kissed me, angling my face to fit his perfectly, until I was clawing at his blazer, trying to rip it off of him. When he pulled away, my bottom lip was caught between his teeth and he slowly released it, gently licking it afterwards, forcing all of my blood to flow to the ache between my legs.
He looked smooth and sexy, not one hair out of place or wrinkle in his outfit, and I was all loud breaths, chest quickly moving up and down, hair mangled, with lips swollen and sensitive.
“I was hoping when we got back tonight you’d give me a special show.” His eyes twinkled, a smile breaking over his face.
“Oh,” was all I could mumble in response.
“You don’t think I’d let a stripper anywhere near me, do you?”
I shrugged.
“It’s a guy thing,” I said, still trying to recover from the world’s most absolute hottest kiss ever.
“You’re my thing.”
“Ok.”
He placed another kiss on my lips, but this one was small and sweet. It still made my knees shake, but gave my pulse a break. “You about ready?” He gave my butt a small tap as he left the room. I gave myself a look in the mirror and shook my head. He’d mussed up all my hard work.
“Give me fifteen minutes.”
We arrived at our hotel in Portland in the evening. Everyone attending the parties had gotten a room for the night. Porter and I hadn’t wanted to drive to Salem, and Kalli didn’t want to make the drive to Seattle. Megan and Patrick just wanted an excuse to stay at a fancy hotel and take a limo. That was good enough for me; whatever Megan wanted, Megan would get. The guys and the girls said goodbye to each other that evening with plans to all meet back at the hotel.
Megan, Kalli, and I were all sitting in a stretch escalade limo, surrounded by a few of her friends from high school and college I was familiar with, along with a few I didn’t know. We all did introductions and then I sat back to watch my baby sister in her element. Kalli hopped into the seat next to me.
“Feeling old?” She asked with a smile.
“Old and pregnant,” I replied, refusing the urge to place my hand over my belly.
“Don’t worry, us old ladies will stick together.”
Kalli was my age and I was so glad that I wasn’t the only person over thirty in the limo. We watched the girls laugh and take selfies, drinking, and making toasts. I glanced down at my bottle of water and sighed. When the limo came to a stop, it was outside of a small theatre not very far away from the west bank of the river.
“Here we go, ladies!” Megan hopped out of the limo first and we all filed out after her. We stood in line against the brick wall of the building, waiting for the doors to open.
Megan looked like the typical bachelorette. She wore a white halter-top dress that hugged every single curve the girl had. Her hair was styled and fell into perfect, dark brown curls down her back. She wore a pink tiara in her hair and a pink sash that draped from one shoulder proudly stating that she was the bride-to-be.
One of her friends walked up and down the line of us, handing out necklaces that had tiny replicas of penises dangling from them. All of Megan’s friends giggled as they placed the necklaces over their heads. I held it in my hand and looked over at Kalli.