Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (28 page)

“In a relationship, there has to be trust. I get they’re over the edge about this, but we’re behaving,” Christina added. “I wish he trusted me.”

They all stared over at her. Finally, Elizabeth spoke, “He trusts you,” she reassured. “It’s that oiled up beefcake doing a handstand in that G-string he doesn’t trust.”

All the women glanced towards the stage and started laughing outrageously.
At the same time, they all tipped their heads to check him out.

Yeah, t
his was going to be one hell of an evening.

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“I can’t believe they all went!” stated Kane, still in shock over all of this. Was it so wrong that he demanded his pregnant fiancée stay home where she was safe? “I can’t believe that none of us could convince them that this was nothing but insanity.”

Julian snorted. “Oh, I believe it. My soldier girl gets testy when I start ordering her around.”

Ethan agreed as he started laughing. “Yeah, I saw this one coming. The minute Callen told Elizabeth her ass was staying home, we had a disaster in the making.”

“Well, who knew she’d pick strippers. I know she jokes
around a lot, but really? They’re all pregnant!” Callen stated, trying to remain calm. “Out of all of them, I expected her to have the most common sense.”

Julian knew where he went wrong. “I shouldn’t have told Tori
that it was happening over my dead body. I thought she was going to kick my ass.”

He wasn’t the only one.

“Yeah, well Vivian made me sleep on the couch when I told her that no wife of mine was sticking dollar bills into some man’s junk pouch.”

Kane still couldn’t believe it.
Five men, and none of them were in control of this fiasco.

When the ladies left, he opted to forgo his own party to assure this didn't turn into a huge mess. All he wanted was to get Christina to the altar. Once the ladies left the house, the men started ‘Operation Crazy Train’.
When he told the men what he wanted to do for his bachelor party, oddly, none said no.

It looked like a recon mission was on the schedule.

In fact, it was unanimous. All five men were more than willing to stalk their women. This is what happened when Feds and PI’s collided. They became crazed husbands who were more than willing to follow their women around.

Apparently they were crazy or had too much time on their hands.

“If they discover we’re sitting out here watching the place, we’re dead men,” Callen reminded them.

No one disagreed
on that one.

“They just can’t find out,” stated Julian, pulling out his binoculars to check out the half-naked man at the door playing bouncer.
His oiled up torso irritated the hell out of him. “I can’t believe that I’m checking out male strippers.”

Yeah, none of them did.

“I wish I could get in there,” stated Kane. “I don’t want my Chrissy anywhere near those men. Look at them! You can tell they want to snack on some helpless little lambs.”

Ethan grinned. If they tried to put their hands on Elizabeth, they were in for a big surprise. She’d kick their asses in a heartbeat.

“Great. Now, I feel so much better,” stated Justin, staring down at his watch. “Only three hours to go.”

Kane couldn’t handle it. “There has to be a way in.”

“Yeah, well we can’t stroll through the front door,” stated Ethan. “Well, you can if you want to play the role of
‘desperate gay man on the troll’
, but I’m going to pass. I trust Elizabeth.”

They all looked over at him. That statement was funny, considering he was the getaway driver on this mission.
If that were true, Ethan would be at the cigar bar drinking aged whiskey.

He
caught the looks they were giving him. “What? I do. She’d never cheat on us. Now, as for getting into a fight and tossed in jail, that’s more what has me freaked out.”

Callen offered him a fist bump. That was likely the outcome of this clusterfuck.

Just the visual of all their women getting into a brawl with some inebriated patrons scared him shitless. “Okay, we need one of us to get in there,” Kane said. “What if they need us?”

Again, the men weren’t going inside that strip joint. If they got caught, hell would be a better place to be than their homes.

Their wives would skin them alive.

When none of the men said anything, Kane knew this was going to be up to him. “I need a way in, Mr. FBI,” he stated to Callen and Ethan.
“I’ll take the chance, but tell me how to do it.”

Both men took turns looking through Julian’s binoculars.

Callen had broken into a lot of places in his life. “I wouldn’t make a front door approach. They aren’t going to buy that you’re interested in checking out the beefcake.”

Ethan completely
agreed. “These bars have building codes in case of massive fires, so there’s likely a back door.”

The idea of his Chrissy being in a fire made him want to puke. “Okay, then how do I do that?
Am I supposed to kick it in?”

Ethan and Callen did rock, paper, scissors without saying a word.

“Shit!” Ethan muttered. He lost and was up to bat. “I’ll get you in, but then you’re on your own.”

Kane stared at him. “How?”

Callen reached into the glove box to pull out a little black kit. “He’s going to pick the backdoor lock for you.”

Everyone stared at them.
The head Fed was going to commit some felonious acts.

“
Do I need to reiterate that what happens in this vehicle stays in this vehicle?” asked Ethan Blackhawk. “You don’t ask questions, and we all go home tonight forgetting that I’m about to break the law.”

“Let’s get going.”

Kane was out of the Navigator so fast that Ethan had to rush after him. Apparently, the man needed inside pretty damn fast. He couldn’t blame him. Whenever Elizabeth was pregnant with their children, there was this overwhelming need to keep her safe.

He could sympathize.

Following him into the shadows, Ethan Blackhawk prayed they didn't get caught. He wasn’t worried about the cops. Tonight, he was more worried about his sadistic wife and her revenge.

Callen
watched from the passenger seat and started laughing. It was just like old times. They were scoping out a joint with the intent to break in.

Yeah, boys will be boys.

“You two have a lock picking kit in your car?” asked Julian, a little surprised.

Yeah, they absolutely did.

“Do you know our wife at all? This won’t be the first or last time that we’ve had to do something insane, all in the name of love for Elizabeth.”

Where had they all gone wrong?

Ethan and Kane slid effortlessly into the alley behind the building. It wasn’t hard to get there unnoticed. Everyone was focused on the women in line, and the half-naked man at the door, who was a little too Fabio-esque for his own good.

“
Get in, check on them, and get the hell out,” Ethan stated. “If you get caught in there, you’re a dead man, and so are we. This isn't a one man mission.”

Kane didn't care. He had to know if
his fiancée was okay. It was killing him. If anything happened to his Chrissy, he would be lost.

She was his entire life.

“I’ll be fine.”

Ethan dropped to one knee and handed Kane the flashlight. “Give me some room,” he said, as he went to work. With the two picks, he worked the little lock until it clicked.

“That’s a handy skill to have.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he replied. As Kane went to open the door, Ethan stopped him.

“You can’t go in like that so try to blend in. If you’re fully dressed, you’ll stand out.”

Kane stared at him. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?”

He checked out the man. “Untie your hair and take off your shirt. You’ll be able to walk around and no one will notice. Then, you’ll fit in better.”

For his woman, he’d swallow a
live snake. Stripping out of his shirt, he did what Ethan suggested.

“Now, don’t get caught,” he said, taking the man’s shirt as he headed out of the alley. “If you want to get to that altar and married, don’t let her see you acting like
a barbarian. After you get her to sign the paper, then you can be an idiot.”

Kane took a deep breath and headed in. All he needed was a little reassurance that Chrissy was fine,
then he’d get out fast, without anyone noticing.

Hopefully.

Kane was appalled.

This was worse than a strip club for horny men. The women were rowdy, raucous, and out of control. Where in regular joints, males couldn’t touch the women on stage, the same wasn’t true for this place. Half the women in there were grabbing parts of men that they had no business fondling.

The only good thing was that
Ethan had been right. Taking off his shirt helped him blend right in.

Unfortunately, it also got his ass grabbed, some woman’s hand on the fly of his jeans, and various offers for some debauchery.

If one more woman touched his hair, he was going to lose his temper. Apparently, he was the only Native man in the place. God help him.

This was a free-for-all.

Now, Kane was really sorry he came inside.

This was a nightmare.

Luckily for him, it didn't take long to find the women. At a table, not far from where he stood, Kane found them, minus Christina. They were laughing and cheering as much as the rest of the lunatics in the room.

He almost charged over there to ask where his woman was, when he finally figured it out.

They weren’t cheering for the men, but his woman.

His sweet, innocent Chrissy
was on the damn stage.

Kane stared in disbelief as his fiancée sat in a chair
while a mostly naked man shook his junk close to her face.

Oh, he was going to lose his damn mind.

When the guy picked up her hand, trying to place it on the front of his red thong, Kane nearly went ballistic.

This was a nightmare.

He should have eloped.

When Christina blushed
, trying to move away, it took everything in him to not rush up there, beat the man to a bloody pulp, and drag her out over his shoulder.

This was unbelievable.

Watching the mêlée, he tried to breathe as the first man was joined by a second on the stage. They were both rubbing against his girl as she tried not to cross any lines. When the music stopped, one man picked her up in his arms and spun her in a circle before tossing her to the second man, who was now barely covered.

The women in the front went
insane, all begging to get up on that stage, as they reached for his junk.

The only thing that kept him from committing homicide was that
Christina looked horrified by the entire thing.

Thank God for that.

Gently, the guy holding his fiancée placed her on her feet and she was gone. Christina raced back toward her table before leaning down to whisper something to Elizabeth. Then, she headed his way.

Kane began to panic.

Oh shit!

He was about to get busted.

There was no way he could hide in plain sight. She was definitely going to notice him standing there, half-naked and watching her. Kane didn't think he could convince her that he was moonlighting as a stripper to pay for their wedding.

Wait!

That was perfect.

His body began reacting to the idea percolating in his brain.

If his woman wanted to go see a stripper, he’d give her exactly what she wanted.

He grinned wickedly, glancing around. Christina must have been heading to the ladies’ room, which wasn’t far from the private area that the strippers used for God only knew what.

Yeah, this was going to work just fine. Heading there, he got ready.

It was time to give his girl a night she’d never forget.

Maybe he’d lost his mind when he walked in the door, but the way she wasn’t enjoying herself made him want to change that.

He wanted to give Christina a night she’d remember forever.

Okay, maybe one for him too.

Christina splashed some cold water on her face. It wasn’t that the men had made her overheat. She was simply getting worried about Kane.
When the man on stage saw her tiara that read ‘bride’, she’d been pulled up there.