After Hours

Chapter 38

After dinner, we take a taxi to a bar which has a sign advertising Ladies Night: Special Event! I thought Jasmine said we were seeing a show but maybe she changed her mind. We all walk over to the bar wearing our new dresses and a generous amount of makeup. The few men we see gawk as we pass. "Four shots of Tequila Rose," Jasmine says, leaning up against the bar.

"Okay," the bartender nods, getting to work.

"And start a tab for us. We're going to be here for a while," she winks.

The bartender smiles. "Yes, ma'am."

Once the shots are in front of us, Jasmine orders each of us a Jägerbomb. After clinking my shot glass against the others, I place it to my lips and tip it back, drinking the contents. After several more Jägerbomb's and beers, someone makes an appearance on stage. "Ladies, please find a seat. The show will begin in about five minutes."

Jasmine grins. "Our table is by the stage."

We all follow her, Ellie behind me. "You okay?" I ask. She nods. "You can sit between me and Sam."

When we reach the table, I get a sense of deja vu when I see a small white box with 1906 written in red. Running my fingertips along the side, I feel a design so I pick it up to look at it. High Love is embellished on the side with small fancy red script beneath it. "I thought you'd like to recreate your first intimate night together," Jasmine says softly.

"He's here?" I ask, immediately looking around.

She chuckles. "No, but you'll see him before the night's over," she pauses. "So what do you say?"

Taking a deep breath, I nod. As long as I get to spend the night with Jackson, I don't mind. She opens the box and we each take a piece before I pass the box to Ellie. She takes a piece before I can tell her what it is. The lights dim so sit down and I sip on my drink, already knowing what is going to appear from behind the curtains. The last time I had this chocolate, we saw the Chippendales in Las Vegas. A woman takes the stage, gaining everyones attention. "Ladies, tonight we have some special guests. Please give a round of applause for the bride, Emery!" she says, gesturing to our table.

The crowd claps and cheers, causing me to blush in the darkness. "But she's not the only special guest we have to night... Please welcome the male strippers!"

The crowd goes absolutely wild as she leaves the stage and the curtain opens. In the center of the stage is a man sitting in a chair who appears to be naked besides the cowboy hat on his lap. He's relatively attractive but who's really looking at his face? Keeping his hand on the hat, he stands, putting his perfectly sculpted chest on display. Smiling, he saunters to the front of the stage. "Where's my bride?"

Jasmine holds up my hand and I try to pull it away but it's useless. Another man on the side of the stage begins walking towards me wearing perfectly fitted jeans and a cowboy hat. Taking my hand, he pulls me up so I quickly take a large drink before placing my glass down. The guy lifts me, wrapping my leg around his waist. I gasp at the contact as he carries me on stage. Music begins playing as a few men bring other women on stage. He places me down in front of the guy wearing just the cowboy hat and I blush at the attention. "I have a present for you," he winks. "You just have to grab it."

My lips part in surprise. Grinning, he grabs my hand and places it on his stomach, sliding it down beneath the hat. I feel completely guilty for all of this before I actually find something in the hat that I wasn't expecting. Pulling it out, I see it's a Bride to Be sash. He places the cowboy hat on my head and I'm happy to find that he happens to be covered. The song changes to Cowboy by Kid Rock and he lifts me up, causing me to automatically cling to him.

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The bar announced that this will be the last scene since they'll be closing soon and I'm glad because the chocolate has definitely had its effect on me. I find myself wondering when I'll see Jackson but all thoughts of him are pushed aside when the curtains open. Five dark haired men stand in the center of the stage with their backs to us. They are all muscular but the one in the center catches my attention. His dark jeans cling to his body, hanging in a way that could drive any girl crazy.

Grabbing my glass, I take a drink of my beer as the music begins playing. I watch as the men turn around, choking on my drink when I realize Jackson standing in the center. I was checking out my fiancé. Jasmine laughs as I quickly wipe my lips. Jackson's eyes meet mine and his lips turn up into a slow sexy smile. The whole world seems to freeze and it's only us in that moment. Zach's voice pulls me back to reality. "Can I get a few volunteers on stage?"

A bunch of women stand up, hoping to be called on. The idea of watching my man with another woman isn't something I ever want to see and I find myself following Sam to the stage. Apparently she thought the same thing. Three other women join us but all I can focus on is Jackson. "I'd love to take you right here, right now."

"With everyone watching?" I ask breathlessly.

"As enticing as that sounds, your body is for my eyes only."

"Then let's leave," I say impatiently.

"First, we have to give these people their show," he winks.

Crouching down in front of me, he places his hands on my ankles and slowly slides them up, stopping when he reaches my panties. My breathing hitches when he slowly drags them down my legs. Taking a deep breath, I step out of them, blocking out the rest of the room. "I want to leave," I plead.

Standing up, he puts my panties in his back pocket and I'm glad I wore cute ones. Wearing a cocky grin, he picks me up and carries me off stange causing a crowd of women to scream. He enters a room, locking the door behind him. "I hope you enjoyed your chocolate," he says, setting me down.

"That was from you?" I ask in disbelief. He nods. "You were here the whole time?"

His eyes burn into mine. "Yes." That means he watched me with the first man. Guilt washes over of me but he pulls my chin up, moving his face closer to mine. "I don't want to think about that right now. I need you," he says, his lips brushing against mine.

Nodding, I try to close space between us but he shakes his head. Spinning me around, he pulls my dress up so it's bunched around my waist. I watch him in the mirror, finally noticing we're in a dressing room with a large vanity. He moves his hands between us and I hear the sound of his zipper coming down. Knowing what he wants, I lean down and stretch across the counter top. With exquisite slowness, he pushes into me and all the air leaves my body. Grasping my hips, he withdraws and repeats the process, circling his hips. Moaning, I place my palm flat against the mirror and push back against him, feeling all of him. There's not a moment that goes by where I don't want this man... and in a week's time he'll be mine.

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