Rampage (A Night Fire Novel Book 4) (5 page)

Chapter Seven

 

My heart was racing, I had never seen anyone remove clothes for a living. Now I was going to a club full of it. Evan held my hand tight, not sure if he could feel my uneasiness or if he was worried about losing me in the crowd.

Jaxon had picked the club, apparently in order to complete item number eight, I would need this club. This was a club that offered more than just girls getting their kit off. I was about ready to run for the desert. This was something that Seph added, it had to be. Surely drunk me wouldn't have put this on the list. But it was on the list and it had to be done.

The queue for the club was short, it didn't take very long for us to be ushered in. The bouncer gave a cheeky smile at me as he pulled back the velvet rope. Okay, yeah. I get it. Chicks going into strip clubs, so uncommon, right? Wrong. Wow. There were women in the club, lots of women and not the ones dancing, these were patrons.

Several topless women served behind the bar, waitresses fluttered around in little red hot pants that sat high over their cheeks. The one thing I noticed about these women was that they all had curves. They were beautiful, no stick figures here. All of them had nice firm backsides, breasts that were near on perfect. Hips that curved from the waist, a slow sloping descent. These were women that were hand picked, no desperate need for employees, it was obvious that the owner wanted women with a figure employed at this place.

Evan pulled me through the crowd to a table.

“I'm guessing you probably want to be a little drunk before we uh.. you know.”

“Planning on coming in are you?”

“Too right.” he scoffed. “Told you I would. There is no way I would miss it.”

Several beers later, Evan obviously thought I now had the courage to endure seven and maybe even eight. He was hoping anyway. The clock was ticking on the last two items, they had to be done or I faced punishment from Seph. She hadn't told me what my punishment would be, she was still making a mental list. I knew it wouldn't be good. Even as a child she was a pain in the ass and nothing had changed.

Evan took my hand and led me through the tables and the crowd to a set of stairs that led down to a lower floor. To say that I was nervous would be an understatement. I was seconds from freaking out. Evan was talking to a woman, she looked in her late thirties, long blonde hair that was slightly wavy. She gestured for us to follow her through to a little booth.

The walls were black, but it wasn't dark, it was well lit. There were half a dozen little booths, some of the doors shut, some open. The woman guided us into the room down the very end and then slid the door across.

“Relax.” Evan purred in my ear. “Just so you know, Seph said if you don't go through with this you have to get up on the stage and strip.”

He got a real wicked grin on his face as I gasped.

“She did not.”

“She did.”

The door opened and another blonde walked in, sliding the door shut. She smiled at us, an evocative look of lust as she pressed buttons on the little stereo on the wall. The music started low, she turned the dial so that it was reasonably loud. It was an experience, a very strange experience. She danced, she got way too close, she made me undo the clip to her bra, she grabbed my hands and far out... made me touch her breasts. Evan was grinning the whole time, the bastard.

Then she took my hands and made me pull down her tiny shorts, leaving her in a g-string. She sat on my lap facing me, putting my hands on her ass, smothering me with those enormous breasts. I might have been drunk, or even maybe slightly sober, I didn't really know. The world was spinning but nothing like last night.

When the woman pushed her chest onto me it was surreal. I had to grin, it was kind of a turn on. I wasn't gay, I doubted I could even be labeled as bi but those things being shoved in my face was something else.

“Kiss her.” Evan whispered.

The woman grinned at me as I stared at her. Shit. Trapped. She leaned in and took it for herself. One very open mouthed, tongue pushed in as far as she could get it kiss. Evan was woo-hooing, pretty sure I heard his phone taking a picture. I was wrong it was Seph again. My eyes squinted at her as she slid the door shut with a very smug look on her face. So that was it. One lap dance at a strip club, one kiss from a woman. The list was done, except now there was a new addition. Running away with the man beside me.

In our absence Jaxon and Seph had decided to take our party to another location, once my list had been completed. Jaxon knew the best place, a nice lounge that was dark. A good place to get down and dirty in public. Apparently that's something to be done. Sheesh.

When we returned to the table they were more than ready to leave, already getting close to being in each others pants. My sister was a walking sex pot and I'm guessing Jaxon was no better. The next stop was only a few doors down, somewhat convenient really. The place was dark, pink and purple lights were shot up at the roof, long chiffon curtains hung everywhere creating little rooms. In the rooms was a chaise lounge, a few large foot stools and a coffee table.

The waitress guided us to our little area and we ordered margaritas, several pitchers of them. My sister didn't even wait for the curtain to be drawn shut before she pushed Jaxon onto the chaise lounge. Not that it mattered really, it was so see through anyone could see in. A few minutes later our soon to be hangover arrived. Evan sat onto one of the footstools, pulling me down onto his lap. As his hands found their way to my backside he whispered in my ear that he was super happy I didn't wear jeans tonight. I could feel him underneath me, straining through his jeans. Damn. I knew where this was going to end.

Pouring the drink into two glasses, I hoped that distraction might be the key to avoiding sex in public. How wrong I was. It didn't help that I was still ready to go from the lap dance, that woman had caused a serious storm in my pants. Damn her.

At the end of the first pitcher I was drunk and the love birds in the corner were not drinking. So it was pretty much me, Evan only had two.

It was dark in the corner of the building, I must have had liquid courage and somehow I managed to find my way back onto his lap. Silly me. Just asking for trouble I am. My octopus was back, his hands were everywhere as we kissed fervently. And those magic fingers slipped into my panties and caressed me, god it felt good. I couldn't care if the whole world was watching, I wanted relief. My breathing was heavy as we kissed, breaking momentarily for me to pant, our foreheads pressed to each other, staring into each others eyes. In a deep heated kiss I opened his jeans and dragged him out, desperate to have him. I barely gave him any time to get the condom on, I didn't know what had come over me.

“God Harmony.” he whispered as I lowered onto him.

His hands were on my backside as I gently rocked on him, not in any hurry, this was pure pleasure. Sex in public, how very naughty. I could see through the sheer cloth into the next area, the people in there were rather liberal about it all, they were completely naked and very loud. The music in here was loud but clearly not loud enough. Evan opened the buttons of my shirt and found his way to my breasts, kneading and licking. I couldn't help but watch the people in the next area, it was interesting.

She was gorgeous, well-endowed and thoroughly enjoying the fellow that was taking her from behind. Then another woman joined them, the man stopped fucking her and sat back on the chair. I knew I shouldn't be watching, but I couldn't stop, especially when the two women started. Evan growled in my ear as he got closer and closer, the two women pleasuring each other in the next area spurned on mine. Watching them was wrong but I definitely liked it. I liked it so much that much the orgasm rolled through me, wave after wave of lust washing through me. I closed my eyes and bowed back, the heady sensations rocketing to my mind, causing an almighty mess of scattered thoughts. Evan buried his face into my chest, wrapping his arms around me as I slowly slid down to take him into me fully.

“God damn girl.” he whispered against my chest.

Somewhere around the beginning of the second pitcher of margaritas we decided to find another club. I don't know why. We were on a slow club crawl to somewhere. The love birds had found their way out of the corner and consumed the remainder of the second pitcher.

Then we were off. More clubs, more alcohol. I was surprised that I was managing to hold it down so well, there were a few that we passed in our travels that did not. By the time we had found our fifth club, I was definitely drunk, barely able to string two words together let alone walk to the next club.

We stopped for a break outside the Bellagio to watch the fountain display, I wanted to get in for a swim. There was a soft cool breeze that floated past us as we stood there, I snuggled into Evan feeling very happy. Drunk happy yeah, but normal happy too. I think Seph had fallen asleep in Jaxon's arms, she was sitting on the balcony, her head on his chest.

“Hey.”

I lifted my head, seeing that Evan who was gazing down at me.

“Still wanna runaway with me? You didn't really give a proper answer.”

“Yeah I know. Just a shocker that's all.”

He pressed me into the balcony, the cold concrete hard against my body. His hands cupped my face as I looked up at him. The sound of the fountains spurting up and then splashing back down was rather relaxing.

“You've rocked my world I don't think I could go a day without you.”

His lips gently tugged on mine, a soft sweet kiss.

“Spend eternity with me.”

“Yeah okay.” I whispered, totally taken with the moment.

Evan kissed me hard, then I heard Jaxon trying to wake Seph, she snorted as she woke. Clearly she was asleep. Pfft. Light weight.

The alcohol was starting to wear off. I could walk straight, it was definitely wearing off. Evan wanted Elvis to marry us. He said that there was no other choice when it came to Vegas weddings. I couldn't stop grinning. The whole way to the chapel, I was grinning like a madman. And then there was Elvis. Oh my god. This guy was amazing, I loved the jump suit, he walked me down the aisle, he sang to us. It was awesome.

Of course I became a total giggle head. Maybe the alcohol was re-entering my system. Maybe because this was so crazy. But it was crazy fun.

“Stop laughing.” Evan said as he grinned like the Cheshire cat.

“Sorry... ahem... I do.”

Elvis curled his lip up and flung his arms around stopping in his pose.

“Uh, I now pronounce you husband and wife, sir you may kiss your bride. Uh-huh.”

With another flailing of the limbs from Elvis, Evan pulled me in and dipped me down to kiss me. Whoa. Head rush. Seph was hooting and Jaxon was whistling, then joining in the hooting. Crazy.

Then I heard the familiar sound of Seph and her damned phone, taking a picture. When Evan let me up, we had Elvis by our side again, posing for Seph. He did a proper photo and then a pose photo. Damn this guy is good. Evan grabbed me and put me over his shoulder. I giggled as he walked up the aisle. I peered out from under my hair that was flung over my head.

“Bye Elvis!”

“Bye little lady. Uh-huh.”

Again the limbs were thrown around as he posed. Far out.

I could feel the cool wind rush up my skirt. Jeez.

“Okay time to put me down or I'll end up puking on your back.”

“Blah.” he said with a twisted comical face, setting me right.

He took my hand and kissed the monster rock he had managed to purchase in our absence today.

“Mrs Cooper.”

I grinned, going all gooey.

“Mr Cooper.”

“Going to keep a stage name?”

“Nah. I'm good with the new one.”

I took his hand and pouted. “I didn't get to pick your ring.”

Evan shrugged. “It doesn't matter. Come on, let's go and get re-hammered.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Everywhere.”

Chapter Eight

 

I woke in the morning feeling like shit, my head was thumping and I knew if I moved too quickly I would be racing for the toilet. My arms looked like a passport, they had so many stamps on them it was ridiculous. Then there was the giant diamond that sat very prettily on my finger. Wow. I did it. I married him. Shit. I hope Seph was there or I am going to be in some serious shit with her. My parents are going to be livid.

My stomach hurt. What the hell did I do last night that made my stomach hurt? I pulled down the sheet that had been covering my naked body and found I had another tattoo. Oh, I see the brave and courageous Harmony was let loose last night. I tried to figure it out without making my head woozy. It was definitely words, with something sitting on top of it. A purple thing over blue words.

Slowly I sat up, whoa. Easy does it. Mirror. I need a mirror. Again, as slow as I could I got up and lumbered to my bag to find a compact. Tripod. The word was tripod, the purple thing was an octopus, its limbs wrapping around the word. It was a comical picture of an octopus, it was eating the words. Huh. Kind of cute.

My attention turned to my naked husband. Jeez, that's an interesting concept. He had a new tattoo too. I pulled the bandage back gently, hoping not to wake him. He had the word tripod too, the comical octopus was almost identical except his was licking the word.

Then I saw the other new addition to his body. He had his nipple pierced. Far out. Dread ran through my body as I started patting around my body. Then I found it. Bottom lip, left side. Okay. So I am never drinking again.

Evan woke and started laughing. There I was standing completely starkers, hovering near his body, tattooed and pierced, hung over and completely freaked out.

“Did you have a good night Mrs Cooper?”

“Uh I think so.”

“I like your tattoo.” he grinned at my lower abdomen.

“I like yours too. Did you draw them?”

“Yep.”

He nodded proudly and I wondered if that's what he was drawing yesterday when I woke up. It was likely to be true.

“Why is mine eating and yours licking?”

“Well I eat you, you lick me.”

“But the word?”

“Well, I suggested that you tattoo something like hoochie.” he shrugged. “I didn't have a nickname for you and you said there was no way in hell that you were going to tattoo hoochie on your body so you chose tripod.”

“Right. It couldn't wait for a nickname to turn up?”

“Nooo. You were still pissed at not being able to buy my ring so you insisted on buying the tattoos. I said we should wait but you stomped your feet like a real princess and threatened to divorce me, so I gave my princess what she wanted.”

“How can you remember so much?”

“I think I've been drinking for a lot longer than you.”

“Yeah.” I sigh as I sit on the bed.

Too fast. Head spin. Oh dear.

“What time's your check out?”

“Ten. Uh, I don't know, maybe eleven. Shit what time is it?”

“Eight.”

I groaned as I got up from the bed again, my head was thumping hard but I had to pack and dress. Yep. That one might be handy.

“So what are you doing today?”

I stopped sorting through my clothes, wondering why he was asking.

“Going home.” I shrugged. “Not sure. Why?”

“Just wondering what was going to happen.”

I found some underwear and quickly flicked them on. This wasn't good, was it? This was something that we had never talked about, living together. Shit, we're married, we're supposed to live together.

“You know, cuz you live in LA and I..”

“Live here.”

“Yeah.”

I pulled on the jeans I had found and a black racer back top, sitting on the floor to put my awesome Fendi ankle boots on.

“What do you want to do Evan? Tell me Evan. What do
you
want?”

“My wife with me always.”

I lifted my head, Evan was completely dressed. Wow, silent and fast. He shrugged and knelt down at my feet, his face getting more and more sad by the second. My phone rang. Damn who turned up the volume? I sneered at the name, Bill. So of course I ignored it.

“Come to LA. Let me sort out my life and then we can sort everything else out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I'm in the middle of negotiating my next movie, these couple of days down here isn't going to go over too well, so I need to deal with it.”

“But my band?”

“Would only be a few hours by car.”

His lips pursed with a smile. “Yeah okay.”

Evan sat on the floor with me as we folded the clothes and packed the bags. I had gone through everything and decided that I really had spent too much money. Not that it would really affect my bank account.

But it wasn't the way that I was raised. My parents were not rich people, we lived a reasonable life but that was because they were always careful with their money.

Which of course they had instilled in us, be cautious with everything and plan for the long term. No one knows what tomorrow will bring and it might not be rainbows and clear skies forever.

I had taken their fine example of budgeting and planning and ensured that I would never go without. Nest eggs and long term plans were in place, all while spoiling myself just a little.

Zeke said I was a tight ass and needed to loosen up a little. It was his way of saying that I needed to lavish a little monetary love on him. He didn't need to say it, I'd always spoil the brat rotten even if my parents didn't want me to.

Evan and I dragged my bags to the front door, Seph and Jaxon were helping the porter put the bags onto the trolley.

“So, this afternoon?” Evan asked as his arms wrapped around my waist.

“Absolutely. Don't be late.”

He kissed me with a soft scraping of his lips over mine, leaving me yearning for more. That was intentional, the promise of an afternoon in my bed was whispered in my ear.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, grinning as he returned my hug. If my days were like these then I could grow old a really happy woman.

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