Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) (7 page)

“I’ll try.”

Alan had liked her hair. Crazy little Alan whom she’d probably never see again.

Damn.

Ch
apter 5

By the end of the day on Friday, Emily had given up any hope of escaping Stephen’s birthday party. Each and every one of the guys checked to see if she was still going, and when she went home to change her clothes, the limo was there to pick her up before she’d even decided what to wear.

“What you’ve got on is fine,” Dillon assured
her.

She
glanced down at the sweater and skirt she’d worn to the office. “You’re sure? Shouldn’t I wear something a little dressier?”

“Hey, it’s a skirt.
”

Men…
“Okay. What’s the plan if I decide to leave early?”

“The limo will take you home,” he promised
. “We really appreciate you doing this, Emily. We know we’re asking a lot.”

With a
sigh, she snatched up her coat and purse and followed him out to the limo. Squeezing into a car full of men was weird—although the birthday boy seemed even more uncomfortable than she was. A blue-eyed blond somewhere in his late twenties, Stephen was normally very shy—certainly not the type to get drunk with the guys and hoot and holler at strippers. His weak smile made her wonder how they’d talked him into this party in the first place.

T
here were a couple of men in the limo Emily didn’t recognize. Was one of them Mitch, the future love of her life? Since neither of them bothered to introduce themselves, they must’ve assumed she’d met them at some point.

Upon their arrival
at the club, their essentially naked waitress laid out the ground rules.

“You get twenty-five percent off for bringing a woman, and her drinks are free.”
So much for the guys paying her expenses, unless dinner was involved. “Fifty percent off the next round if she dances on stage, seventy-five percent off if she’s topless, and free if she’s completely nude.”

Emily
swept the group with a glacial eye. “Do
not
bother to ask.”

K
nowing they’d have to face her at the office on Monday must’ve lowered their expectations because they all nodded their agreement.

She
passed most of the evening munching on chips and watching the men make fools of themselves, her eyes only occasionally straying to the stage. The rest of the time, between frequent trips to the restroom, she prayed that the guys would be satisfied with the twenty-five percent discount. However, as time went on and more alcohol was consumed, they got rowdier. Eventually, one of the two men she didn’t know took her hand and pulled her toward the stage.

“No
!” she yelled. “I’m not doing it.”

“Aw, come on, Emily
,” he pleaded. “Dance with me. You don’t have to strip.”

He was a big guy, and
his firm grip had her up on the stage in a matter of seconds, despite the fact that she’d dragged her heels. To her dismay, she soon discovered that while touching a stripper was against the rules,
she
was fair game. Spinning her around in his arms, he did his best to dance with an unwilling partner and played to the crowd like a porn star wannabe, occasionally running a hand down her hip.

Beyond that, he never actually touched her, although he did take a few swipes at her tits.
It was all for show until he wrapped his arms around the small of her back and pulled her up close to him.

“Your name isn’t Mitch, is it?” The music was so loud
she could barely hear her own voice.

He shook his head. “It’s Reece
. Having fun yet?”

A
noncommittal shrug was her only reply. Although she’d never met him before in her life, she still didn’t want to hurt his feelings. On the other hand, he wasn’t Mitch.

“You will,” he promised. “Just wait and see.”

“I am
not
taking anything off,” she reminded him.

“You won’t have to,” he said. “
Watch. This’ll drive ’em nuts.”

Wi
th that, he slipped a hand down her back and began bunching up her skirt. As he predicted, the crowd went wild.

“See
? That’s all it takes.” Turning her away from him, he pulled her butt up against his groin. “Slide down on me.”

When
she did as he instructed, he pressed his hands on her thighs, and as she went down, her skirt went up. The guys in the audience screamed even louder than they had for the strippers.

Have they all lost their minds?

“Raise your arms.”

T
his time, when she slid down, her sweater went up. Every man in the audience was on his feet now, and they hadn’t seen anything they couldn’t have seen at the beach.

“Fun, huh?”

Actually, it was—to a degree.

He
spun her around to face him. “Touch me.”

“Where?”

He grinned. “Anywhere. But make it look good.”

She
ran a finger down the front of his shirt and got a decent reaction from the crowd. However, that was
nothing
compared to what happened when she ran it down his leg. The guys screamed at her to grab his dick, and when she passed a hand lightly over that area, they howled like a pack of werewolves.

Reece
winked and leaned back with a pelvic thrust that progressed to a grind when she didn’t immediately snatch her hand away. His big, hard cock was right there beneath her palm. Giving it a squeeze, she reached down to fondle his balls. The whole club erupted in a screaming frenzy.

T
hankfully, the song ended, and the MC stepped onstage, waving his arms for a round of applause.
Deafening
applause.

Returning to
their table, she and Reece were cheered by the guys who were already enjoying their half-price drinks.

Dillon
was so drunk he nearly fell out of his chair when he leaned over. “Hey, Em! How’d you like his dick?”

“Seemed okay to me.” At least it wasn’t soft.
  

Nobody else tried to get
her to dance until much later when the guys ganged up on the guest of honor and pushed him up on the stage along with Emily.

Stephen seemed both embarrassed and terrified at the prospect
. However, having been up there before, Emily knew she could handle it. Reece was right about it being fun. She’d kinda liked having his cock in her hand, even if his name wasn’t Mitch—or Alan, or Paul, or Ryan...

As shy as he was,
she doubted Stephen would try any funny business, no matter how many drinks he’d had. After dancing together for a while, she took the initiative and moved around behind him, running her hands down his sides. The guys near the stage started yelling, and to her surprise, Stephen actually took her hand and rubbed it over his cock. He wasn’t soft, either—more along the lines of concrete.

Wow, that’s three hard cocks now.
Perhaps the jinx was broken. Either way, she was definitely on a roll.

S
tephen pulled off his shirt, swinging it over his head with a flourish. They’d never get a seventy-five percent discount because
he
was topless, and she had news for him if he thought his actions would prompt her to take off her sweater.

He
loosened up even more after that, grabbing Emily from behind and pumping against her. Having seen far more risqué dance floor action elsewhere, she bent over so he could bounce even harder. The audience went ballistic as Stephen let go of her, and by the time she’d turned around to see what all the screams were about, he was skimming off his slacks and kicking off his shoes. She’d never seen a cock like that before in her life. Thick, long, beet red, and dripping, it bounced up and down and around in circles when he rotated his hips.

All she could do was stare while the c
rowd stomped and chanted, screaming at him to fuck her. With a funny little grin, he motioned for her to come closer.

She shook her head. “I’m not
anywhere near drunk enough for
that
.” Not drunk at all, actually.

He
obviously was, although it clearly hadn’t affected his performance. Dancing over to her, he took her hands, dragging her up against him before placing her hands on his butt. Closing his eyes, he ground his cock into the front of her skirt.

“Get down on your knees,” he said in
her ear. “Act like you’re licking my dick.”

“No way!”

“Come on, Em, let me jack off in front of all these guys. They’ll like it because I’ll come in your face, and I’ll like it because they’re watching me do it.”

She stared at him in disbelief.
“What the hell’s gotten into you?”

“I like showing my dick to these guys.”

“Oh, don’t tell me, you’re—?”

“Gay,” he said
with a nod. “Please, Emily, it’s my birthday. Let me get my rocks off in front of all these straights. I’ll shoot right past you if you want. We just have to make it look good.”

Here was the biggest, hardest cock
she’d ever seen in her life, and it was because of the men in the audience rather than her or the strippers. She would’ve cried if she hadn’t been laughing so hard. Never having heard so much as a whisper that Stephen might be gay, she could only assume that the rest of the gang hadn’t heard anything either—unless they were trying to convert him.

What a hoot
.
Still laughing, she leaned down and took a swipe at him with her tongue. The crowd went wild.

Massaging his balls
with one hand, he thrust his dick between his clenched fingers, his hand slick with cock syrup as he pumped hard and fast on the shaft. Emily watched, fascinated by that big, hard head slipping in and out of his hand—so much so that when it went off, she was looking straight down the barrel. His first shot hit her across the upper lip, the second and third grazed her cheekbone.

Needless to say, the
strippers couldn’t possibly top that, so, after a thunderous round of applause, they all piled into the limo and headed for home. The guys were pretty boisterous at first, teasing Emily and Stephen without mercy, but they quieted down after a bit. Dillon actually fell asleep on Stephen’s shoulder. Although Reece insisted that she ride home in his lap, his dick was much softer than before—perhaps he liked having an audience too.

When they dropped her off at her door, s
he exchanged a conspiratorial wink with Stephen. Although he might come out eventually, she would certainly never tell anyone. As private jokes went, this one was much too good to give away.

Hi
s secret was safe with her.

* * * *

Alan did the only thing he could think to do on a Friday night. He went to Bennie’s for ice cream, nearly having a heart attack when he spotted a woman who might’ve been the one he was looking for, then running across the parking lot only to feel like an absolute idiot when she turned around.

False alarm
.

He went back to his car to wait. The minutes ticked by as he sat there, wishing he’d had sense enough to follow her home that night. Like a stalker.

Yeah. That would’ve gone over real well, dumbass.

“Another
other Saturday night, and I ain’t got nobody,” he sang. “I got some money ’cause I just got paid. How I wish I had someone to talk to. I’m in an awful way.”

Being tone deaf didn’t matter when you were alone in your car.
He’d played that old Cat Stevens song so many times the night before, his neighbor had come to check on him, thinking he’d put the song on repeat and then passed out or died.

Nice kid.

Why did he think he’d find her at Bennie’s? She wasn’t an ice cream addict like him—even admitted she’d never been there before. If she wanted him, she could call him, and she hadn’t.

At ten-thirty, he went in and bought a double chocolate mocha caramel shake with chocolate chips
, pecans, and whipped cream, nursing it until they closed the doors at eleven.

The next morning he went in ear
ly to open the grocery, even though he was supposed to be off that day. Nobody seemed to notice. They were used to his bizarre behavior by now, and there was always something
to do—stocking, cleaning, reviewing the orders, sprinkling the produce. He was straightening the magazines when Jason finally told him to stop.

“You’re weirding me out, man. Go home.”  

“I will. In a minute.”

“No, I mean it. Go home. What’s eatin’ you anyway? Woman trouble?”

The accompanying chortle made Alan want to punch him. “No. You got man trouble?”

Jason grinned
, revealing his crooked teeth. Homely as sin, he had a creepy tattoo on the side of his neck. “Nope. Me and my man are doing just fine.”