Page 24 of Dirty Like Brody
We watched the dude peel off his clothes—all of them—to the rest of the song… at the climax of which he stirred—yes, stirred—the drink he’d just mixed with his semi-hard dick. Which was all kinds of wrong and yet, somehow, weirdly hot. Stress the weirdly. Most of us laughed until we cried. AndJesus, that felt good. When was the last time I’d laughedthishard?
Too fuckinglongago.
Devi slipped a hefty tip in the stripper’s little bowtie, which was the only thing he was still wearing. I didn’t think Katie even looked. She was too busy stuffing a pillow inherface.
“Okay, ladies,” Becca announced, holding the drink high in the air. “I’ve got two young kids, which means I don’t get out much, therefore, I’m milking the shit out of this night. Which means whichever one of you tries to disappear to pass out first gets woken up—and you get to drink the dickdrink.”
“You mean thecocktail,” Maggie put in, to a round ofsnickers.
“Look out,” Katie warned her sister. “At the rate you’re going it’llbeyou.”
Then Roni stepped up, took the drink from Becca’s hand, and unceremoniouslydownedit.
Allofit.
After that, it was pretty clear all bets were off, and the party mood pretty much launched into the stratosphere. Which, if I knew Roni, was herintention.
Wild.Card.
The stripper, who’d managed to pull his g-string back on, dragged a chair into the middle of the room and beckoned Katie to it. Katie obediently took the seat of honor—after some cajoling—with her hands fixed firmly overherface.
“Oh, shit, you have to look,” Becca told her. “You really havetolook.”
“I can’t.” Katie peeked out between her fingers, eying the security guy, who’d left his post by the door and was strolling toward her chair… just as the sexy, angsty, slow-grinding lament of The Weeknd’s “The Hills” kicked in. “What about the security guy?” she stage-whispered, like he couldn’thearher.
“What, that guy?” Devi reclined back on the couch, tossed her pedicured feet up, andsmiled.
Which was when our security guy—or more accurately, stripper number two—busted out some sexy-smooth dance moves… and started shedding hisshirt.
* * *
After that,things gotmessy.Fast.
There was more drinking, a lot more dancing, a little more stripping—and not just by the strippers—and a lot of acting like drunken fools. There we were, a bunch of (somewhat) sophisticated women, between us a handful of established careers, money in the bank, even a couple of children… partying like it was our first springbreak.
Which was when Brodywalkedin.
His blue eyes landed on me, where I was lounging with Katie on one of the couches, tonguing a Jell-O shot from a dick-shaped shot glass. I swallowed and smiled, because, well… I was kind ofdrunk.
He was followed closely by Jude and Zane, who strutted right on in… making it pretty clear it was their plan to crash our party all along. “Your men have arrived,” Zane announced as he and Jude struck bodybuilderposes.
Next to me, a drunk bride-to-be erupted ingiggles.
I would’ve laughed myself, and maybe thrown some pretzels at them, if I wasn’t so busy watching the other little display going on. Namely Amanda, in her bikini top and low hipster jeans that showed off her tight, muscular butt, throwing herself into Brody’s arms. Brody’s arms, which went around Amanda. I watched, transfixed, as he spread his hands on her bare back, the thorny vines of his rose tattoo inmyface.
And I wanted to trace every one of those vines with my tongue… taste every last inch of histattooedskin.
Since I was pleasantly buzzed, this desire rose up hot and fast, unchecked, uncensored. I felt the rush of saliva in my mouth. I felt the butterflies in my stomach and the throb between my legs. There was nodenyingit.
Whybother?
I wanted to rub every part of me against every part of Brody Mason.Naked.
And I definitely wanted his hands offAmanda.
I wanted themonme.
I wanted his mouth off her, too, but she was up on her tiptoes again and he was leaning down to meet the kiss she was bent on giving him, and I had tolookaway.
