Page 38 of That Wedding (That Boy 2)
I figure that'll be a good test. Surely, he'll pull his face away!
But he doesn't! He tightens his grip on my ass and starts kissing and licking my cleavage!!
Nick screams out, "THAT'S what I'm talking about!"
OH MY GOD! That's it!!!
I'm going to KILL him, and then I'm gonna break up with him.
He licks up the side of my neck with his tongue. The guys are going crazy, cheering him on. When his tongue touches my ear, I'm about to blow.
He whispers, "That's a pretty sexy tattoo you have there, miss."
Shit.
The little angel wings I have tattooed on my hip. He and Danny have matching ones on their ankles.
I forgot about that. It's clearly visible.
He continues. "You know, this is my bachelor party."
I try to answer in a different voice. "I heard."
"I'm supposed to have like random sex with hot girls at my bachelor party. So I was thinking....."
"I don't think it's your brain that's thinking."
"Wanna go to my room?"
I smile at him. I love this boy, and I'm more than willing to play along. "Lead the way, baby." I start to get up, but then I stop. "Um, you do know that I charge five hundred dollars for that?"
Phillip holds out his hands. "I don't have any cash."
I get off his lap and lean my boobs down into his face. "Oh, that's really too bad. There's these shoes I want, but my boyfriend gets mad at me when I buy shoes, so this is how I earn my shoe money."
He studies my masked face then slowly runs his eyes down my body. "Don't move."
He strides over to Danny, says a few words to him, and Danny gets his wallet out. I hear Danny mutter, "Hell, that's a bargain compared to last night."
Philip comes back with a handful of ones and five crisp hundred dollar bills. I reach out to grab the money, but he pulls it back fast. "Oh, not so fast. You have to earn it first."
As the boys cheer, I take his hand, follow him into his room, and earn myself a new pair of shoes.
Danny and I are the first ones down at the bar. He's struggling with buyer's remorse.
"Jay, should I feel guilty?"
"Hell no," I tell him. "Hey, can we go see it?"
"Yeah, if you'll tell me why I shouldn't feel guilty on the way."
As we walk down the brightly decorated hall, I say, "Danny, it's okay to buy yourself just one thing as a reward for all your hard work. Now if you start buying a whole fleet of whips, I'm gonna have to whip you with my XXX wedding favors."
Danny laughs heartily.
I wrap my arm around his shoulder, which causes me to get jealous looks from all the women walking by. "Danny, you've worked your ass off for years to get to this point. You really should enjoy it a little. Speaking of enjoying it." I reach into my purse, grab the five hundred dollars Phillip paid me, and hand it to him. "Here's your money back."
He laughs at me. "You probably don't have a fallback career as a stripper. I'm just saying."
"Shut up!!"
"I guess you're right though. The only thing I've spent money on was the house. Speaking of that, did Lori tell you the house next door to us is getting ready to go on the market?"
"No, she didn't."
"I think you and Phillip should buy it."
"It'd be fun to be neighbors again."
We get to the Ferrari dealership. The place is like Disneyland for boys with cash. Danny walks in and is greeted like the superstar he is. He and the sales guy lead me to an incredibly sleek and gorgeous bright red car.
"Wow, Danny. I wouldn't need to get tipsy to buy this car. Can I have one too?"
Danny laughs as he opens the door and lets me slide behind the wheel.
"You look good in it. You should buy one for yourself."
"I can't talk Phillip into spending money on a house. He'd have a cow if I brought home a freaking Ferrari! Plus, I'm not an NFL quarterback."
"Jay, when it comes down to it, it's your money. You can spend it however you want."
Sitting behind the wheel of this car, I feel like I could have anything I want.
"Phillip said to me, I have a good job, I don't need a handout from my wife to buy a house. And I'm not sure what to do. He won't listen to me about it. It's like a closed subject. Every time I bring it up, he gets pissy with me, and Phillip is never pissy with me. That's your job." I give him a smirk. "Plus ultimately, I have to get your dad to agree. Why in the hell did you tell me to put the money back in my trust? I wouldn't have to go through stupid couple's counseling."
"Because my dad was afraid we'd blow it on a car like this." He studies me and the car. "You look hot in this car. You should do what you want."
"I'm not buying a car like this, but anytime you want me to drive this for you, you let me know."
I stick my hand out and do my best rap star imitation. "I'm in my whip. I'm in my ride." I laugh. "You know, I totally should've been a rap star."
Danny laughs, crosses his arms in front of his chest, and does a rap star pose. "Dude, me too."
"We're gonna need to buy you some gold chains or something first. You're a little too clean-cut looking."
"I think you're trying to distract me. Back to the subject at hand. Do you know how cool it would be for our kids to be neighbors and for us to be able to hang out like our parents always did? In fact, speaking of that, you need to hurry up and get pregnant."
"No way."
"We want you pregnant soon."
"You sound like Phillip's mom. I wanna be able to drink on my honeymoon."
Danny takes my hand and helps me out of the car. "Go off the pill now, and maybe you can kill two birds with one stone. You can go on your babymoon and your honeymoon at the same time. Which would save Phillip money, so he can buy the house next door. You'll love it, Jay! They just finished remodeling it, and the kitchen is so cool. The basement looks like a sports bar. It's awesome."
Danny throws his arm across my shoulders and leads me over to a matching fly yellow Ferrari. "We wouldn't have to match exactly."
The sales guy, who's been following us around, says to me, "This car looks like you."
I'm not sure if looking like a fast expensive car is a compliment or not, so I ignore him. "A babymoon is the silliest thing I've ever heard. What are you celebrating? That your baby isn't there yet? The soon-to-be death of your romantic and sex lives? I want some time to enjoy it being just Phillip and me. Like you and Lori did. You had romance."
"We still have romance."
"Danny, I've dated Phillip for three months. That's it. I wanna date him for a while. I want it to be just the two us of."
"Having a baby is romantic."
"It doesn't seem like it. Seems stressful, and once the baby is born, it's a lot of hard work."
"So how long does Phillip wanna wait?"
"I don't know. We really haven't talked about it, but I'm sure he wants to wait too."
"Come on. Just think, our kids growing up together, playing football together." He gives me a big smirk. "Your daughter begging my son to teach her how to kiss."
"I did not beg you. I wanted a simple two-minute demonstration. I didn't expect you were gonna have to teach me for hours."
I hear the sales guy chuckle.
"You know me, I just wanted you to be perfect."
"And besides, you're a year older than me, so I have some time."
"You need to start trying now."
"My luck, I'd get pregnant and would be puking through my wedding."
"Fine. After the honeymoon. You have a goal now. Visualize yourself being fertile, fruitful."
"Danny, jeeze. Yuck."
Danny looks at the sales guy and says, "This car is really tight. She'll take it." Then he grins at me. "Just think, Jay, when you're trying to get pregnant, you have to do a lot of trying."
"Danny, okay. Enough. If it's supposed to happen, it will." I look at the sales guy. "I will NOT be taking it. We need to get back to
the bar."
"Fine," Danny pouts.
"You know, you kinda pout when you don't get your way."
"I do with you."
"Why?"
"Cuz it usually works. Shall I give you my grin too?"
I smack his shoulder, which doesn't affect him in the least. Danny gives the sales guy a high five on the way out.
