Page 25 of Dirty Like Brody
There was only so much torture Icouldtake.
Zane had sat down on the couch across from me, between Maggie and Becca. He threw an arm on the back of the couch behind each of them, his thighs spread wide in his shredded jeans. Which Becca seemed to enjoy. Maggie, on the other hand… I reallycouldn’ttell.
He watched the floor show with us, which at the moment featured one of the strippers, naked, showing Roni some graphic thrusting moves. “Are chicks really into this?” he asked, like he was genuinelycurious.
“Oh, yeah,” Becca said, sipping herdrink.
Katie giggled and looked elsewhere. I didn’t think our guest of honor had even seen a dick all night, unlike the rest of us who couldn’t seem to look up without getting smacked in the eyeball with one. We watched as the stripper lay Roni on the floor and dry-humped her, naked. Well… he was naked. She was still wearing her incredibly tinybikini.
They could’ve been having full-on penetrative sex and we probably couldn’t tell thedifference.
“Okay,” Zane said. “I think I getitnow.”
“Hot. Damn,” said a male voice behind me. I glanced up; Dylan and Ash had arrived, and Ash was making a beeline for thefrontrow.
“What’shisdeal?” Becca asked, checking out Ash in all his inky-haired, tattooed and pierced glory, as he checked outtheshow.
“Huh?” Zane said, distracted. “Oh. Ash is intodudes.”
“Oh my God,” Becca gasped, like she’d just been told unicorns were real. “Really?”
“Yeah. Chicks too,though.”
“Really.” Becca sipped her cocktail, eying the Pushers’ lead singer over the rim of her glass. “Do you think he’d stripforus?”
“Say one more thing like that and I’m telling Jack,” Katie threatened in her slurry, happyvoice.
Becca eyed her sister. “We’ve been together eighteen years, little sister, you think my husband doesn’t know what a pervIam?”
Just then, Becca’s husband, Jack, walked in with my brother, and it was pretty clear he knew exactly what kind of perv his wife was when he took one look at the scene, collected her from the couch and backed her straight up into the kitchen—where they proceeded to make out against thefridge.
I watched for a minute without meaning to, but when his hand went up her skirt, Ilookedaway.
“What is this noise?” My brother’s eyes were bright with drink, a big, sloppy-happy grin on his face as he stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it around like it washurting.
This noise was Nelly, “Hot in Herre,” the cabin was currently throbbing with it, and itwasgetting hotinhere.
“What?” Katie protested. “Ilikeit!”
My brother’s eyes locked on his fiancée… and her white bikini top… and her skimpy cutoffs. Katie’s cheeks flushed as he stalked over and dropped to his knees on the couch, kneeling over her. He then proceeded to strip off his shirt, to the music, his performance met by a bunch of drunken hooting andhollering.
“You like it?” he asked, his eyes only for Katie as he leaned in… making her lean back until I scooted out of the way. I didn’t even think he saw me as he pinned Katie down and started giving her tongue like there was no one else in the room. Before I could fully process what was happening, he slid his hand up her side, right up under her bikini top and squeezed herbreast.
“And that’s my cue to get some air,” I announced, to no one inparticular.
As Katie moaned into my brother’s mouth, I grabbed my furry jacket and headed for the patio doors. Unlike some of the girls, I was fully dressed. And maybe I was a little drunk, but as I pulled on my boots I definitely felt the dynamic shifting intheroom.
Zane and Maggie were looking pretty cozy on the couch, his arm around her as they shared some kind of intense, whispered conversation. His ring-laden hand was on her bare thigh, his thumb smoothing back and forth beneath the hem of herskirt.
Roni was dancing on the coffee table, sandwiched between a shirtless stripper and a now-shirtless Ash. Ash had his hands on her ass, and while I watched, he leaned in with hooded eyes to kiss her, their mouths coming together in aslowburn.
Becca and Jack had retreated into a shadowy corner. I could see her fingers digging into the back of his neck as they made out. Her leg was wrapped around his hip, his hand still up her skirt… and I definitely heard her mewling little sex noises as Irushedby.
At least Brody had vanished; the last I saw Amanda, she was lounging in a recliner, alone, laughing and fanning herself with a wad of cocktail napkins as she watched Roni twerking it up between two shirtlessstuds.
I didn’t even want to know what my brother was doing to Katie, but I giggled to myself as I stepped outside, overcome with that giddy, slightly envious feeling you can’t really help but feel in the presence of all-consuming infatuation.Jesus, though.Getaroom.
Well, it was their cabin. So technically, the rest of us were the pervy voyeurs crashing their pre-weddingsextime.
