Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“If I tell you, it’ll ruin the surprise. Let’s just say, we had a bet.” I replied cryptically.
The alcohol was well and truly flowing by the time the first dancer made it to the stage.
“This’s nothing like Magic Mike,” Ember said in awe.
Her complexion was a tad pale, but she looked excited to be there, so I didn’t question her. She’d waved off the offer of a margarita, claiming her stomach was bothering her, which would certainly explain her complexion. I had a feeling it was her husband not wanting her to come, nor wanting her to get drunk. She’d compromised by coming, but not drinking. At least, that’s what I would’ve done.
The man that was on the stage was jacked. There were no other words for it. He was just absolutely massive. Conferring with my pamphlet they’d handed us at the door of the night’s events, I saw that the first dancer’s name was Ronin. He was six feet six inches, and currently in school for biomechanics. In his spare time, he liked to do yoga and teach spin class.
“We should try spin class.” I said absently as I scanned down the rest of the pamphlet, not finding the name I was looking for until the very bottom of the page.
At the very bottom, I found what I was looking for. In italic letters it read: Special guest-Scope. Interests are- working on motorcycles. Shooting firearms. Spending time with his significant other. Shiloh June- will you marry me?
I started hyperventilating.
The crowd around me roared when Ronin ripped his pants off, exposing his grenade filled banana hammock. However, I was too busy trying to get my breathing under control to truly appreciate the aesthetically pleasing sight that was being presented before me.
“Shiloh? Are you alright?” Blaine asked from across the table.
“Uhh,” I answered intelligently.
Holy shit.
“Maybe you should slow down on the drinks.” She supplied helpfully.
“Maybe so.” I confirmed with a nod of my head, and then looked down at my own empty bucket that used to hold my margarita.
“Ladies and gentleman! We have a special treat for your eyes tonight! With a one-hit wonder type of performance, we present you with, SCOPE!” The DJ yelled over the roaring of the crowd.
My eyes flew to the stage, and what little breath I was able to catch was gone in an audible whoosh. Tainted Love started thumping through the strip club’s sound system, and I finally took a breath.
The object of every single one of my fantasies made his way onstage. He looked freaking amazing. Well, what I could see of him anyway. He was wearing his KPD SWAT get-up. Black cargo pants tucked into black boots that went up to the bottom of his calf. The trademark black SWAT shirt and black Kevlar vest. The only thing different was his the helmet that covered his face from the crowd.
I didn’t know if that was cheating on our bargain or not, but I decided I’d rather him remain anonymous if possible. I didn’t want all these ladies (and men) knowing where to find him, because damn if the man wasn’t sexy as sin.
A wolf whistle sounded from beside me, making me break my eye contact with the beautiful specimen of a man in front of me. My eyes moved to the next chair over and I saw Winter on her stool singing along with the song with two fingers in her mouth. As I watched, she took a deep breath, and let out another whistle.
A smile broke out on my face as I returned my attention to the stage, and the show started. Scope exited the doorway and stomped down to the front of the stage, and I do mean stomped. If I was a betting woman, I would bet that he was pissed he had to do this. Sadly, his pride wouldn’t let him back out of our bet, he was an honest man, and a bet was a bet.
The man wasn’t the type of person to ever make himself so vulnerable, and it made my heart melt to know he was doing it just for me.
Each thump-thump of the music’s base had my heart jumping in my chest as Scope’s torso thrust forward. Each of my nerve endings started to fire, making me flush with excitement.
“Holy shit!” Ember cried as the Kevlar vest was removed and dropped down to the stage.
Although I knew it would hit with a loud thump, nothing could be heard over the screaming women and roaring men. The man’s body was delicious. He reminded me of a panther. His movements were all deliberate, but supremely graceful. My mouth watered as his hands went to the neck of his t-shirt, and ripped the fucking thing down the middle.
My jaw dropped open, and I gasped. My gasp was echoed by every single person in the room. Cheyenne’s peal of laughter had me laughing when she realized it was her brother up there, and then she covered her eyes, still laughing, but refusing to watch anymore. Although the helmet was still firmly in place, you could easily make out the tattoos that had given him away.
When I glanced over at the rest of my group, all eyes were glued to the stage, and I had to wonder if their men would be upset about this. A couple months ago, I’d have been jealous about letting them see my man like this, but now we were so secure in our relationship that I had no doubt whose bed he would end up in at the end of the night.
Scope’s body undulated with the music, and I tried to keep my lustful thoughts from breaking through, but in the end, all I could think about was how it would feel if he was doing all those bump and grinds up against me.
I swear the man was a damn mind reader, because the next thing I knew, he was jumping off the stage and in my face the next. His perfect abs were in direct line of my mouth, and I was never one to resist temptation. Leaning forward, I licked from his navel down to where his pants rode low on his hips.