Blind Love (Sulfur Heights Series) (25 page)

Needing more courage, I snatch Jake’s drink and guzzle it down. By the time the song is wrapping up, my stripper has flipped backwards, doing a handstand while completely spreading her legs open for the world to see. Again, I’m blown away by her ability to move so gracefully.

“Jake Evans, I can’t believe you did that to me.” He is only laughing when I stand to my feet and teeter to the side. My head is swimming, which I can only assume is from all the liquid courage.

I walk over to the dancer and compliment her on the dancing
. “Wow, that was very impressive,” I say as she secures her top back over her breasts. “No, I mean it, how do you do that? You must work out a lot.”

“Yeah, it helps to be in shape
, but you don’t look so bad yourself. I bet you could do this. Are you interested in dancing?”

“I love to dance, but I’ve never done
your kind of dancing.” My face reddens as she nods her head and laughs quietly.

I look over to Jake who’s in a conversation with Jeremy and the brunette
. I wonder if he does this often. I wonder if I could do this. Then a devilish plan formulates in my head.

I take another drink of my liquid courage and ask th
e cute little dancer, “Do you have “All American Nightmare” by Hinder?”

She
nods her head and I pull her in close for my plan.

Jake

Tonight has been an exceptional night. Delilah and I are having the time of our lives in Las Vegas, making this trip
one I will never forget. Bungee jumping with her in my arms has been awesome, and now, watching her get a lap dance from a stripper is enough to make my dick break the zipper of my pants. She is funny at first, trying to disappear into the couch, but then Delilah does what she does best by making the most out of an awkward situation. She even makes friends with the stripper when she’s done.

I watch as Delilah whispers and giggles with the woman, acting like their old pals. Holy. Shit. Maybe
they really do know each other. Now that would be hilarious.

Jeremy
slips in the back with his little honey and I’m sure he’ll seal the deal before we leave. Not that strippers normally sleep with their clientele, but my brother has his ways. He’s an Evans after all.

Delilah
says she needs to use the bathroom and she follows her stripper friend, leaving me alone in a private VIP room. Jeremy said the only thing he wanted to do is plow a striper in Vegas, so I got online and booked a private room in this top club. I’m nobody, but any place will take massive amounts of cash, and boy have I provided it. I’ve spent my entire earnings from this summer on tonight’s fun-filled extravaganza. The strip club is more for my brother
—
giving us two hours as a high roller in a popular Vegas club
—
than Delilah, but I’m not going to lie, saying I haven’t enjoyed seeing her get a lap dance.

This night is perfect and seeing the look on Delilah’s face
makes it worth every dollar.

The strip
per takes to the small private stage and moves around slowly, seductively. Delilah is still in the bathroom and I start to get concerned. Maybe she’s puking. She did have a lot to drink for a lightweight. I watch as the dancer just circles and circles the stage, using the pole to guide her around the stage as she slowly moves to the music. It’s not very entertaining and I stand to go find Delilah when Hinder blasts through the speakers.

Storming her way from backstage is Delilah
, and gone is the sweet little Southern girl and in walks a vixen.

Delilah is dressed in an outfit that resembles her pinup girl costume except
it’s all black. She’s wearing a satin garter belt, holding black stockings, and her sexy heels from the wedding. Her hair is loose and bouncing in waves around her back as she grabs the pole and pops her ass up then begins to swing her hips, putting me in a trance. She dips and slowly comes up as she pumps her hips in time to the music.

Who the fuck is this woman?

Then she walks around the pole and practically starts to have sex with it before hooking her leg around and spinning.

Pinch me now! Someone stab me with a goddamn fo
rk because I’m done. My dick is aching as I watch my best friend and country square crawl across the stage like a panther.

She kicks off her heel
s and repeats what the striper from earlier has done to her. Then, standing in front of me, Delilah bends down and pushes her huge tits in my face. I want to dive in, but I don’t. Her hips keep the rhythm, and by the time the song is over, Delilah is straddling my lap, grinding her ass onto my cock. It’s the best three minutes of my life. I can die now.

She’s breathing hard as she climbs off my lap and picks up her shoes.
“Be right back, Jakey.” Then she walks out, hand in hand with the stripper.

What the hell just happened?

I’m so confused. I need to move. Fuck, I need a damn drink. I pick up the bottle of vodka and slam it down. It was never my intention to get drunk tonight, but I need to calm myself after that. That has been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I start walking, pacing the room
, talking my hard on down.

Minutes later
, Delilah has transformed back into the girl I recognize and acts as if nothing has happened. “Now what?”

I can’t muster up a single word. I try, but nothing comes. I’m just stunned. “
Uhh… hotel?”

“Oh
, good, I’m tired anyway. That was a workout.” She waves goodbye to her new friend and we walk our way out of the club. “Oh, what about Jeremy?”

Shit
, I forgot about my brother. I pull out my phone and shoot him a text. He responds back, saying he’s gonna nail the Hispanic chick and I just laugh. He’s definitely living it up right now.

The cab ride is short and we finally make it to our hotel room. Presley and Drake are next door, probably fucking
, and I really don’t want to hear that, so I turn on the TV and try to get myself under control.

“That was fun tonight. Thanks!” She walks into the bathroom with a bag and starts talking to me while rubbing white foamy shit all over her face. “I can’t believe I danced like that. I blame it on the liquid courage and have learned my lesson.”
She finishes washing her face and brushing her teeth when she starts rummaging through her suit case.

“And what would that be
?” I ask as I watch her tug at the back of her dress.

She
’s trying to twist her body into a weird position to unzip the back. “That nothing good comes from drinking.”

“I beg to differ
.” I walk over to her and reach around to her back, slowly pulling down her zipper until it’s within her reach.

We are so close right now
that, if I move two inches forward, I will be kissing her. I’ve been craving to kiss her, so much so that I don’t want to do anything else with anyone. I just want one taste of her lips and one stroke of her tongue. My dick is throbbing just thinking about kissing her sweet, pouty lips. When she steps back and bumps into the wall. I take the hint and move myself backward, giving her some space.

“Oh
, my God, if Emerson ever knew what I just did, he’d kill me.”

“Emerson is a stiff. He wouldn’t know what to do with you if you did do
that in front of him.” I flop myself on the bed and begin flipping through the channels.

Delilah stands in front of the screen with her hands on her hips and her dress halfway unzipped in the back. “And what is that suppose
d to mean?”

“It means
, cupcake, that he’s a square.” I set the remote down and stand to meet her eyes. “He’s boring and dull. He’ll probably only fuck you missionary style with the all the lights off while wearing his old man pajamas. I know for a fact he wouldn’t stick his face between your legs and taste the sweetest parts of you.”

The little spitfire
erupts and the liquor only makes her bolder. “Jake! The crap that comes out of your mouth.”

“Do you want to see what I can do with my mouth, D?” I smile my trademark smile and she reddens instantly. She
’s curious, though. She’s probably wondering if having her pussy licked is all that it’s cracked up to be. I’d be a lucky son of a bitch if she wanted to experiment with me. I’d show her exactly how good it can feel to have my face between her thighs. Then a genius idea sparks, and I’ll admit, it’s a dickhead move, but it’s genius nonetheless.

“Well, you don’t know the first thing about Emerson.”
She stomps closer to me like the little brat she can be.

“I
bet’cha he’s a horrible kisser.” I start walking toward her and she backpedals until her back is pressed against the wall where she’s pinned by my body. “And fifty bucks says that I’m a way better kisser than Emerson.”

She stands tall, contemplating my bet. Her pride is
too great and I know she’ll kiss me. She’s never backed down yet. “I’ll take that bet, Jake Evans. Prepare to pay up.”

I just nod my head up and down then move in. She holds her breath and I hold mine. This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for since we met, since Memphis. I slide my hand up her arm, over her shoulder and cup her cheek. My other hand slips behind her, touching the skin where her dress is still open
, and I lean in.

Soft and supple, her lips suck me in—electrify me. I’m almost brought to my knees with a simple peck of her lips. She’s amazing. We’re amazing.

I start out slow, savoring her lips and tasting her tongue. She doesn’t hold back when she opens her mouth for me and lets me dive in. I stroke her slowly, caressing, kneading and dancing with my mouth. When a small moan releases from her throat, encouraging me to keep going, I do. I keep moving my lips, capturing this moment I may never get again.

Her breasts press into my chest and her hands start inching up my chest. It’s as perfect as I
have imagined it would be. Actually, it’s better. I’m a changed man. This very moment melded me to this woman forever. I shall want no other. Only her, only Delilah.

Just as we start picking up the pace, a beep comes from the door and my brother comes staggering in. Delilah pushes me off her before Jeremy can see what we’ve been up to and inwardly I am kicking his ass.

“Hi, Jeremy,” Delilah expels nervously then moves to the bathroom.

“Uh…
did I interrupt something?”

I glare at my brother as I unbutton my shirt and strip down to my boxers. Jeremy does the same and climbs in his bed.

“Nah, man. I was just settling a bet.” I roll over, and closing my eyes, I savor the best five minutes of my life.

Chapter 19

Delilah

Awkward. That’s what the next morning
is when I wake up in Las Vegas, and that will definitely be the feeling when I see Jake today at Mia’s birthday party.

I had an unbelievable time in Las Vegas
. Jake spared no expense to take me out on the town and I’d repaid him by leading him on. It was stupid of me to dance like that in front of him and even more stupid to accept his bet. The other half of me was screaming to stop, but my intoxicated brain wasn’t listening to her, it was listening to my desire.

I know I was drunk, but Jake is a way better kisser than Emerson. Nothing proved that more
than when I came back from my trip and Emerson planted a kiss on my lips. Then, when he tried to deepen it, his tongue was foreign in my mouth and felt… wrong.

Now
, I’m left wondering once again if I’m making the right decision by marrying Emerson. If I do marry him, the only person who will be disappointed is Jake, however if I leave Emerson, there will be an entire room of people disappointed in me. Is Jake worth the risk of hurting so many people?

I p
ull my rental car into the driveway and take a deep breath. I can do this. I will just avoid the conversation. Avoid being with Jake alone. That’s the way it has to be. I can’t get tangled up in emotions for a man I’m certain isn’t the man I should be with. My brain is fighting my body over the need to physically be with Jake, though.

I exit the car and walk to the trunk. Pulling a suitcase full of gifts for my little Mia, I lug it up the back steps and walk into a
princess-themed birthday party. Every inch of the house is covered in pink and purple decorations while crowns and beads cover every surface.

When Drake rounds the corner, he’s holding his little princess in her frilly
, lavender gown that I bought her at Christmas.

“Happy birthday, Princess!” I squeal out as I hold her in my arms.
She giggles when I pepper kisses across her jaw.

The
n the back door swings open and my heart stops as Jake walks through the door. He’s smiling from ear to ear as he inches his way over to me, kissing me on the cheek. Yeah, like I said before, awkward. This is definitely not Jake’s normal behavior and I’m not sure what I should do about it.

“
Axl! Come here.” He pulls the toddler from my arms and walks over to the window. “Now this is your kick ass new play set, Axl. You can swing, climb and build shit in the sandbox.” Mia is mesmerized by her uncle, absorbing every word he’s saying. It’s actually pretty funny how this little toddler has so many big, intimidating men in her life and they practically melt when she smiles at them.