Celebration (15 page)

“Quit stalling, Melissa. This stuff gets more liquid when it warms up. Delay any longer and you won’t get to feel it at all.”

She flicked a glance over her shoulder at the other men at the stag and her eyes narrowed. “You make sure I get out of here and no one touches me or Rox.”

Eric smiled. “I take care of my women. Trust me.”

“I don’t.”

“Then we’re off to a good start.”

“And I’m not your woman.”

“Just for the next fifteen minutes.”

Melissa exchanged a lightning-fast glance with the other stripper, then reached for the tie on her g-string. Rox’s gaze fell to the money, then she did the same. Eric eased his fingertip underneath the bit of fabric. He spread the unguent on her puss, noting that she was barely damp. Melissa swore softly under her breath, then shivered from head to toe. Her expression turned sultry and her smile widened.

Eric grinned up at her. “I told you to trust me.”

“You’re stacking the odds in your favor.”

“Just making it easier for you to sweeten your win.”

Melissa almost laughed. She rocked to the music, her gaze holding his, and untied her g-string on the other side. She tugged it off, then held it over her head, arching her back as she danced. The other guys attending the stag went wild, hooting and hollering and toasting each other with their shooters.

It was all about the show. The guys made a lot of noise but given how much alcohol they’d consumed, Eric doubted most of them could even get it up. Melissa acted as if she was orgasmic, but Eric wasn’t fooled. He reached up and caressed her slowly, feeling her quiver at his first touch. She flinched slightly at his touch, gave him a look, then danced lower to improve contact with his fingers. Eric smiled. Melissa danced as he touched her, her clitoris hardening with every moment. The music got louder and the beat more insistent.

Eric felt like he was awakening Melissa. Her movements began more languid and natural, more erotic, as if she really was dancing just for him. She licked her lips slowly as she held his gaze, dragging the tip of her tongue across her top lip. Eric worked her, first quickly, then slowly, sliding his fingers over her labia as she got wetter and wetter.

His cock was hard and pumping when he slid two fingers inside her. She gasped and flushed, grinding even lower over his lap. The other guys pushed closer and shouted encouragement, hooting and yelling. Eric couldn’t have cared less.

There was just Melissa and the light shining in her eyes, the warmth dawning in her smile. The room was getting hotter, his own heart was racing and she was practically dripping onto his jeans. She gasped when he pushed harder on her clitoris, but Eric wasn’t done tormenting her yet.

He stood up, bracing one leg on the chair and tipped Melissa over his leg. She arched backward beautifully, so flexible that she could put her hands on the floor. Eric pushed her thighs apart, hiding her puss from the gazes of the other guys with his hand. He flattened his other hand on her belly, holding her captive as his fingers danced against her. She began to vibrate, a hum from deep within her that told him she was close. The guys were pushing closer, the smell of her juices was inescapable and the room was like an inferno.

Eric saw that Mike was doing something similar with the other stripper, following his lead, and that the guys at the stag didn’t know where to look. He smiled to himself, wondering if they’d learn something tonight. Then he drove his fingers into Melissa in the same instant that he pushed her clitoris hard with his thumb.

She came with a roar, thrashing over his knee and flushing from her puss to her face with the force of her orgasm. The guys broke into applause, but Eric sensed the change in their mood. He heard Rox orgasm as well, just before he tossed Melissa over his shoulder.

He leapt on to the chair, holding her captive, and drove his fist toward the ceiling.

“This one’s mine!” he bellowed. The music changed to a cover version of
We Are the Champions
and Eric laughed out loud, knowing he couldn’t have picked a better anthem for their exit.

He leapt off the chair as the guys shouted approval and marched triumphantly toward the exit with his prize. He grabbed Melissa’s coat from the coat rack by the door, tossed it over her and strode into the night, Mike right behind him.

A black stretch limo was waiting there, its engine quietly humming. A cocky Rafe leaned against the driver’s side door, his cap pulled low and his mirrored sunglasses in place. “Nice catch, Eric,” he said and Melissa wriggled a bit.

“Catch and release this time,” Eric said, just to reassure her. Rafe swept open the door as Eric bent to drop her inside. She opened her mouth to argue, but he shook a finger at her. “We’ll drop you off wherever you want,” he said as he climbed in behind her.

“What if we want to come with you?” Rox asked, getting into the limo herself.

Mike chuckled, and Eric knew his friend was going to let him solve this one. Rafe shut the doors and a moment later they were driving away from the rented room.

“Rain check,” Eric said. “Tonight, we’re all booked up.”

The girls exchanged glances, tugged on their coats, then seemed to make a decision without talking. Rox leaned forward and gave Rafe an address.

Soon, the evening would really begin.

* * *

Mike didn’t know what Eric had planned, but he knew his old buddy was really looking forward to it. That was worrisome in itself, since Eric loved to challenge expectations. Only the lights on the lowest setting illuminated the back of the limo and the windows were tinted so dark that no one would be able to see inside. The bar was empty.

What was Eric’s plan?

After the strippers were dropped off, Eric couldn’t even sit still. Rafe pulled back into the traffic and they drove for a few minutes, Eric’s anticipation visibly increasing. They were sitting on bench seats opposite each other, Eric lounging across the back of the limo and Mike sitting behind Rafe facing Eric.

“What the hell are you up to?”

Eric grinned. “You’ll see.”

“Are you going to get me in trouble with Joanna?” Mike had to ask.

Eric laughed. “Hardly. This was all her idea.”

“What?” Joanna had planned a surprise for him, for a better stag than the one Dan had planned? Mike was officially intrigued.

And hard.

“I’ve got to love that you found a woman worthy of you,” Eric said with satisfaction, then rapped on the window between them and Rafe. “Here’s good.”

Rafe parked the car on the darkened side street.

Eric began to whistle as Rafe got out of the car. “Don’t worry,” he said with his usual confidence. “This is just a pause, not our actual destination.”

Rafe opened the door then and handed Eric a black duffle bag. As soon as the bag was in the car, Rafe shut the door and returned to the front. Seconds later, the limo was on the move again and Eric was rummaging in the bag. He tossed Mike a couple of packages of damp wipes and rolled his eyes. “You do not want Rox’s puss on your hands,” he said. “You’re in enough trouble already.”

“Trouble?”

Eric chuckled as he shed his jacket. “Take it all off, Mike.” He opened the bag wider, displaying its contents and. Mike glimpsed arm restraints and a gag, maybe some more shackles and a lot of rope. Eric smiled at Mike’s surprise, and looked suddenly very dangerous. “Mistress Joanna wants you packaged and delivered.”

Mike’s cock was ready at that. He grinned, looking forward to one last wrestle with Eric. “Go ahead and make me,” he growled as he took off his jacket.

“I was hoping you’d fight me,” Eric murmured, then launched himself across the limo.

Mike was up for a wrestle.

They fell on the floor of the moving car, grappling for supremacy like old times. Mike wondered if he was the only one who was loving it. He was rock-hard, enjoying that he didn’t have to hold back on anything. Eric was just as tough as him, and vulnerable in exactly the same ways.

He grabbed Eric’s crotch and squeezed, making his old friend howl. Eric flipped Mike then, and abruptly tugged Mike’s T-shirt over his head. Mike was trapped in the fabric and flailed to work himself free. He wasn’t fast enough, though. He managed to get his left arm free and Eric had the arm restraint secured around it before he could tug the right arm loose. Eric was sitting on his back, Mike face-down on the floor of the limo. Mike wrenched himself free, then hauled off his shirt, squaring off against Eric again.

Eric waved the other arm restraint at him, taunting him with the next step. Mike lunged at him across the limo, landing so hard that the car rocked on its shocks. Rafe gave a low whistle of appreciation and Mike knew the chauffeur was enjoying the view.

“You want this,” Eric muttered into Mike’s ear. “You want to be trussed and tied for your lady’s pleasure.”

“Maybe I’ll deliver you to her instead.”

Eric clicked his tongue. “No, you don’t like sharing. You two prefer to be in your own little world.” They rolled over together and Mike caught Eric’s glance. The other man grinned. “And what a wonderful world it is.”

Mike laughed at that, which gave Eric a chance to surprise him. Eric moved fast, flipping Mike over and sitting on his shoulders. He secured the other arm restraint, then quickly fastened the two restraints together. Mike’s arms were bound together behind his back. He struggled against the bonds, but Eric easily tightened them, ensuring that Mike’s back was arched.

“Down but not out,” Mike muttered, then threw off Eric’s weight.

“I wish we were oiled down,” Eric whispered. “Naked in the ring, like those old fights.”

“I’d win,” Mike retorted. “I’d win like I did every time. I’d pound you down and conquer you, just like old times.”

Eric chuckled. “You’re the one with your arms tied,” he said, a glint in his eyes. “Maybe I’m going to take you from the back one last time.”

Mike dove across the car, jamming his head into Eric’s chest. His old friend faltered, having lost his wind, so Mike bent and bit hard in his crotch. Even though the denim of Eric’s jeans, he could feel the size of the other man’s erection—and he knew by the way that Eric yowled that his chomp had hurt.

“No fair,” Eric said and pushed him back hard. Mike fell on the floor again, this time on his back. Eric knelt on his shoulders and shoved the ball gag into his mouth, securing it with a curt gesture. “Almost ready,” he mused, a wicked glint in his eyes.

He unfastened Mike’s jeans as if he had all the time in the world. Mike struggled just as the limo went around a corner. Eric’s weight was thrown off, but Mike’s jeans were around his knees. He struggled to free himself, but couldn’t get out of his jeans with his boots on. His adrenalin was pumping and his cock was hard. He had to win this game.

Eric chuckled and flung Mike into the middle of the bench seat across the limo. He fastened the seat belt around Mike’s waist and Mike roared in protest.

“The seatbelt’s not fair. You’re right,” Eric admitted. He was panting, his hair disheveled. He laughed a little. “But it eliminates one possibility, doesn’t it?”

Mike blinked, realizing that Eric wasn’t going to claim him, at least not tonight.

“Not the lady’s command, unfortunately.” Eric pulled out the leg shackles and paused, giving Mike a look. “Don’t kick me where it counts.”

Mike growled into his gag, intending to do just that.

Eric sat back on his heels. “Let’s just remember that I’m making a fantasy come true here, just following orders. You want this, trust me, so don’t shoot the messenger.”

Mike rolled his eyes, then exhaled slowly. He did want whatever Joanna had planned for him. She knew him best and probably had guessed the perfect fantasy to fulfill on this night.

Eric studied him, then nodded. He tugged off Mike’s boots, then his jeans and underwear. He shackled Mike’s ankles then bound them together, securing the chain between the ankle bonds to a hook beneath the seat. “I feel like I should put a bow on you,” he said as he considered Mike. Mike struggled, trying to release himself but he was securely tied.

His raging erection revealed how much he liked it.

Eric packed Mike’s clothing away in the duffle bag, then tugged on his own jacket. He left the bag on the seat.

He sat opposite Mike and smiled. “You look great. She’ll love it.”

Mike growled and Eric grinned.

“Your stop,” Rafe said from the front, and the car stopped on another quiet street. Eric gave Mike a wave, then got out the door.

Mike caught a glimpse of a slender figure on the sidewalk, a woman in a black raincoat.

His heart stopped. Who was she? Why was he being given to her? How would he be able to remain faithful to Joanna?

Or was it Joanna?

When he heard the click of familiar boot heels on the pavement, he knew who it had to be. A wave of relief rolled through him—followed by an electrifying pulse of desire.

Joanna slid into the limo and took the seat opposite him. She was wearing a black domino mask and her lipstick was a glistening red. She was wearing the tall black boots he’d given her, the ones that made her legs look a thousand miles long, and black leather gloves. She smiled at him and his heart nearly stopped cold.