Guys wanted sex—good sex—and since I was bad at it, who would want to keep me? I had a feeling one of the dildo favors was going to be my late night BFF.
“Julia,” Kaitlyn said, waving her hand a few feet in front of me.
I blinked, smiled, then lied. “Sorry, I was blocking out visions of my hot brothers.” I picked up the dildo, gripped it like it was a cucumber. “These are just for fun, and just for the ladies.”
“Don’t forget the strippers.” Kaitlyn waggled her eyebrows and grinned. “You’re so much better at this stuff than I am. If I’d planned it, we’d be having a quilting bee instead of hot guys giving us a show and fun favors.”
“You’re not as tame as you think,” I replied, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I mean, you’ve got two guys. And, you went to the all-male revue at Cassidy’s that one night.” Since I worked in marketing, Jed had asked me to help with ways to grow his business. A strip show was just one idea I’d had. The ladies’ night had been a huge hit. For Ava’s party tonight, I asked the same company to send two strippers. If th
ey were anything like the guys back in the fall, they were going to be H. O. T. My brothers—and cousin—would thank me later because Kaitlyn, Ava, Parker and Jill would all be horny and ready for a hot night.
I mentally sighed, reminding myself to get more batteries for my vibrator. With no man—or men—in my life, it was going to need them.
“I was brought on stage. God, in front of sooo many people,” she added, looking away with lingering embarrassment.
“With Duke and Jed. They wouldn’t let the strippers get near you,” I reminded her, although I doubted she could forget since it was when the three of them first met. It had been like lightning had struck.
“Tonight, it’s going to be different. A show right here in my living room.” She groaned. “If the guys find out strippers were swinging their dicks around in circles in the great room, they’ll be furious.”
“I’m not going to tell them.” I rolled my eyes, not afraid of any of the Duke boys. “Besides, this is just a job for them. They’re professionals.”
She held up her hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. If they get mad, it doesn’t really matter. I like being spanked anyway.”
I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cover my ears.
“Well, at least your mom’s not coming,” she continued. “I couldn’t watch strippers with her. Or know she was taking home a dildo.”
I did laugh, then covered my mouth with my hand. I was close with my mom, but not that close.
She pointed to the table covered in favor items, bags and tissue paper. “If you’re okay here, I’m going to go take a shower.”
“No problem. I’ll just finish with these bags.”
It wasn’t even two minutes later when the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock on the microwave and realized it must be the strippers. They were early, but it didn’t matter. Better than being late. When I opened the door, I froze. Gulped, hoped I didn’t have drool on my chin. Holy hell, they were even hotter than the ones from the revue at Cassidy’s.
Two, big, brawny guys stood before me. For age, I guessed early thirties. One was probably six foot, the other a few inches over. One dark, the other fair. The dark haired one—the guy on the right—had a close-cropped beard. Brown eyes. The blond’s were fair. Their gazes roved over me from the top of my—most likely—wild red hair to my sock clad feet. They took their time in doing it, and I felt as if they didn’t miss a single inch. Suddenly, I was hot all over and my nipples went hard.
If they were going to stare, then so was I. I catalogued the taut white t-shirt and flannel on Mr. Brown Eyes, the snug, long sleeved Henley on Blondie, the perfect fit of their well-worn jeans in all the right places. Oh, they definitely had what a stripper needed inside those pants if the substantial bulges were any indication. In fact, was that Blondie’s dick going down the inside of his thigh?
Rugged, virile, intense, dark. Brooding. Well-hung. These two weren’t cowboys. No snap shirts or Stetsons in sight.
“Hi, guys, you’re here early,” I said after clearing my throat. Suddenly, my mouth was very dry. Other parts of me… not so much, and I rubbed my thighs together. If girls got hard-ons, I’d have one.
“I’m Cash,” Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome said, tipping his head. “And this is Bennett.” God, his voice was deep and… hot. I had a feeling if he whispered the dictionary in my ear he could get me to come.
Ava was going to reconsider marrying my brother and Jed after getting a look at these two. A flare of jealousy made me pause and realize I was an idiot. They were strippers here for work, not to be dragged to the altar. I wasn’t the first woman who’d ogled them, and I wouldn’t be the last.
“I’m Julia. I’m the one who arranged for you to come. I hope you like performing for bachelorette parties. All the ladies are due in about an hour for your little show, so you can hang out with me until then.”
Bennett narrowed his eyes and studied me again, making me very self-conscious. They weren’t trying to date me, just work a job. I exhaled, realizing I was being ridiculous. “Little show?” he asked.
I bit my lip and understood I’d pricked his vanity. How, I wasn’t exactly sure because there was no way women weren’t tossing their panties at them wherever they went. Even fully clothed. Their self-confidence must be through the roof.
“Yeah, sorry about that.” I glanced down at my green socks, then back at them. “I didn’t mean to make light of your job. Entertaining horny women can’t be easy, especially when you’re practically naked. I couldn’t be a stripper.”
They glanced down at my body, as if assessing me for the role.
“Why not? I’d like to see you take it all off,” Bennett replied.