“Oh fuck no,” I said to myself.

I was longer feeling nervous—I was pissed. He told me he’d stay away from the strippers if he could. But here he was with one trying to put her hand in his shirt. I wanted him to have fun, but if this was him having fun, then I’d show him who was more appealing.

I went back into the dressing room where I saw Sasha standing in front of a giant plastic cake. The lid of the cake was pushed back, ready for someone to climb in. That someone was me.

“Oh my God, that’s perfect!” I said.

Sasha smiled. “I’m going to get Cam in here to help me push you out on the floor, and when you hear the music come on you just do your thing, girlfriend.”

I nodded and climbed up into the cake, squatting down so when they closed the lid, I’d fit. I hoped Cam wasn’t the chick that was all over Ky, or I’d say, “fuck the dance,” and rip her hair out. I felt the cake start to move, and I knew they were pushing me out to where I was supposed to be … right in the middle of the floor.

I heard Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” start to play through the speakers. I took a deep calming breath and pushed open the lid. Before I stood up, I let the music build. The guys started hooting and cat-calling, begging me to come out and give them a show. When the first part of the chorus started, I stood up and a bright spot light shone on me. Even though I desperately wanted to give in to the nerves that threatened to overtake me, I pushed them aside and began to move with the music. The guys in the band were laughing and singing “Happy Birthday” to Levi as I started to climb out of the cake. When my feet hit the floor, I looked over at Ky, and it was then that he recognized me. I smirked at him and continued to move.

Each one of the guys started to recognize me as well. I couldn’t hear their voices but I could see them nudging Kyler. That’s right, asshat, you came to watch women dance, when you had this at the hotel waiting for you. Well now they could all enjoy it. Ky’s face went from shocked to pissed in a matter of seconds. I’d just turned around to give them all a small view of me in the thong when I heard the guys shouting Ky’s name. I looked over my shoulder, and noticed he wasn’t in his chair anymore—he was coming right for me.

I hadn’t wanted to leave Harper at the hotel while I went to a strip club with the guys. But I’d already promised Levi I’d go, so I figured I’d just make an appearance and then head back to the hotel.

I had been there for about an hour, which I felt was already too long. I planned on leaving in thirty minutes. There was a girl who had been all over me and, no matter how many times I tried to stop her advances, she wouldn’t keep her hands off of me. I was just standing up to leave when giant cake rolled out, with two girls on either side of it. Leaving it in the middle of the floor, they skipped backstage. Sonny reached up and grabbed my shirt and made me sit back down.

“No way, Lewis, you’re not leaving just yet. It looks like things are about to get interesting.”

If I hadn’t had Harper back at the room waiting for me, I might’ve agreed with him. But none of these girls held a candle to my Harper. I’d stay and pacify them through one more song, but then I was cutting out of there.

The music started to play and the guys started laughing.

“Hell yes, this song fucking rocks!” Levi shouted.

A girl suddenly popped up out of the cake and looked out over the crowd. She climbed up out of the ridiculous cake and really started to move. None of the other girls held my attention, but when this girl came out, I was completely enraptured. God, she was beautiful. The lingerie that she was dressed in got me hard and I immediately felt guilty for having such reaction. I silently scolded myself for it, knowing that it was wrong when Harper wasn’t anywhere near.

When the girl was completely out of the cake, I saw her eyes move across the seating. Her eyes landed on me and my stomach plummeted.

“Dude, isn’t that Harper?” Levi leaned over and asked me.

Sonny was sitting on the other side of me and he said, “I didn’t know she was coming, let along giving us a show. Wow!”

Was she for real? What on earth was she doing there? And why in the flying fuck was she wearing that for all of my buddies to see? She was for my eyes only. Her tits were about to pop out of her bra at any moment, and the boys were about to get a really good show. My brain was firing on all cylinders and I was really fucking pissed at her for that stunt. The Behemoth, on the other hand? Well, he was quite delighted and straining against the zipper of my jeans.

She was just turning around when I noticed she was wearing a thong, and that was it—I snapped. I shot up out of my chair and went for her, ready to take her out of sight.

“Kyler, sit back down,” Levi shouted.

Harper looked over at me as my name was called and she saw me coming towards her. The stunned look on her face turned into a smirk, and damn if I wasn’t going to smack her ass for that. When I reached her, I couldn’t even speak because I didn’t trust myself not to yell at her. I just picked her up and hauled her over my shoulder. I was really fucking turned on and her ass right by my face wasn’t helping matters.

She squealed and kicked her legs. It was all I could take. I reached my palm up and smacked her good on her left butt-cheek. Harper yelped and squirmed some more. I walked toward the bathroom in the back of the room, but made sure to keep her ass out of the light.

“Shut up, Harper, or I’m going to spank you again,” I growled through my gritted teeth.

When we got into the restroom—thank God it was clean—I set her down on the counter and looked at her.

Her eyes were wild, and I realized she wanted me. I stood there watching her breasts push up against the tight lace fabric as her breathing grew heavier with each second.

“Ky,” was all she said before my mouth was on hers.

I pushed her up against the mirror and roughly shoved my tongue past her teeth and into her mouth. She gave it back with her own ferocity and kissed me harder. She grabbed my hair and, wrapping her legs around my waist, she pushed her pussy against my cock. A rumble came from my chest. I couldn’t help myself—I needed to be inside of her. No more fighting what we were good at. I just hoped to God that over the past few days she’d seen that she was so much more to me. I wished I could slow down and make the whole thing more momentous, but all I could think about was getting inside of her and making her mine.

I continued to kiss her and bite her lips. She let out little moans that were making me absolutely mad. My hand traveled down her back to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it. She wiggled her arms a bit and the material slid down her arms. Her perfectly round tits were exposed and I dived in. I nipped and sucked one side while alternately pinching and then soothing the other. After a few minutes I switched sides and gave the other one the same attention. They were fucking perfect—just a bit more than a handful and a light pinkish brown color to the tips.

She squirmed on the counter and reached for the fly of my jeans. I moved her hand away and undid the button and zipper. I’d gone commando, and I was glad because I didn’t want to wrestle with underwear. I watched her face as I pulled myself out of my pants. She sucked in her lower lip, and that made my cock bob. Again, I knew this wasn’t the place for this sort of thing, but I had to have her mouth on me.

“On your knees and suck it, Harper.” My voice was gruff.

“Say please?”

Oh fuck no. She wasn’t going to do this to me when I was already on the edge. I grabbed her by her arms and hauled her off of the counter, before slapping her ass again, hard. She moaned and her legs quaked. Jesus, she liked me smacking her.