Total pages in book: 296
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 284055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1420(@200wpm)___ 1136(@250wpm)___ 947(@300wpm)
“Cheers.” We clink glasses, then shoot the booze down.
A night I’ll never forget indeed.
Before we arrive at our first destination, Zoey and I are three shots in. With each one, she became more courageous, moving closer to me, and now, she’s nearly sitting in my lap. Not that I mind, because there’s obvious chemistry between us, one I wish I could explore for more than one night. But I’m taking whatever I can get.
The bus eventually slows in front of the first club of the evening. The perks of this tour include no cover charges or waiting in line, and we get full VIP access. Not too bad, considering the price wasn’t outrageous. Every stop is ninety minutes long, and there’s a set time and location to meet before the bus takes off again. If we’re not there, we’ll be left behind.
As soon as we’re inside, we immediately go to the bar and order drinks.
“Do you dance, cowboy?” Zoey taunts, giving me a sweet, seductive look that’s hard to resist. “Or is two-stepping more your thing?”
I smirk, admiring how damn cute she is. “Why don’t we hit the dance floor, and you can find out for yourself, Arizona?”
She removes her straw and sucks down the rest of her drink. “Show me whatcha got.”
Drake’s “One Dance” blasts through the speakers, and I take her hand, guiding her out. The moment her back touches my chest, my hips move to the beat of the music. Pressing one hand to her stomach and grasping her waist with the other, we sway in sync as she looks over her shoulder.
“You’ve got some moves, who knew?” she teases, but I see the blush creeping up her neck and face.
The corner of my lips tilts into a knowing grin. She hasn’t seen anything yet.
We continue to dance, our bodies rubbing together until Cardi B starts. Zoey pops her ass out, then drops to the floor. Amused, I watch the private show she’s giving me, though it’s not really private, considering the swarm of people around us. But I know this is for me.
She continues moving her sexy little body, and when I find her hip, I pull her chest against mine and bring my lips to her ear. “You like teasing me, Zoey?”
“Maybe.” She bites down on her bottom lip, then pulls it between her teeth. “Would you be interested if I was?”
A low growl escapes my throat. Is she fucking with me?
“Hell yes,” I answer, pulling her closer as our eyes remain locked. We continue dancing until we realize it’s been nearly ninety minutes since we arrived. I lost Diesel the second we walked in, but he’s more than capable of telling time on his own.
Hand in hand, I lead Zoey back to the bus, and when we step on, I see Diesel working the pole, giving the party a show.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, laughing and shaking my head at his poor attempt, knowing he loves the attention. “I think they saw enough last night.”
“After you dared me, asshole,” he spits, thrusting his junk toward Chelsea.
I sit, and Zoey snorts, taking a seat on my lap. “I’m picking the shots this time,” she declares once we start moving.
“Be my guest,” I tell her.
“Yeah, we’ll see if you can handle it.” She smiles as if she’s up to something.
Moments later, she returns with two glasses, wearing a shit-eating smirk. “Ready?”
I eye it cautiously, not recognizing the light amber liquid. “What is it?” I ask, taking it from her and smelling it.
“Guess,” Zoey says.
“It smells like you mixed a few liquors together, and you want me to puke my guts out later,” I respond, watching her expression.
She shrugs, not denying it. “If you don’t think you can handle it, then don’t drink it.”
Before I can respond, she shoots hers back, and after blinking a few times at what I imagine is a funky ass taste, she smiles. “Easy peasy.”
“Might put some hair on that chest,” Diesel goads.
“Shut the fuck up.” I laugh, brushing a hand over the facial hair on my chin as I stare at the shot. It’ll probably make me sick as hell, considering everything else I’ve drunk already, but I refuse to be a puss.
After counting to three, I sling it back. The burn has me wincing, and when I look at Zoey with wide eyes, I start coughing.
Zoey nearly dies of laughter and pats me on the back. “Wow, I thought you cowboy types would be able to take your whiskey, bourbon, tequila, vodka shot mixes without any issue.”
“That was fuckin’ disgusting.” I cough again, setting the shot glass down. “There’s no way you had the same thing.”
“You’re right.”
Immediately, I grab her waist and pull her down onto my lap, causing her to release a yelp. “I’m gonna make you pay for that,” I whisper against the shell of her ear. Her body shivers against me, and it’s all the confirmation I need to know she feels what I do. Even though we just met, an electric current undeniably soars between us. I refuse to let this night go to waste and want to take advantage of every second I get with her.