Ten minutes later, five shirtless men hop up onto our bus, one of them the blonde-haired, blue-eyed JT that taught me everything I know about entertaining a crowd.
"Say it ain't so, girl! I got your message but had to see the ring to really press the knife in my poor little heart," JT pouts, kissing my hand. He lifts it, eyeing the ring, and sighs. "And it's about fifteen pounds. There goes my plans of sweepin' you off your feet and forgettin' his name."
"JT!" I laugh. "We have a baby together!"
"Well, shit. I guess I gotta find a different prospect for tonight then, huh? I don't want no baby daddy drama even though…" He looks me over from head to toe, biting his lip as he groans. "It would be fuckin' worth it."
"Oh, stop. Come on. You and your boys give my girls a show. I'm about to show y'all what strippin' is all about!"
"You still got it?" Eden challenges.
"Hell to the mother fuckin' yes I do!"
I reach for the pole in the middle of the bus, twirling and sticking with easy moves, practicing everything I've been working on the past week to get my pre-baby body back and my knee working the way it used to.
The girls whistle as the guys grind on them, the music loud and pumping in my veins. God, I've missed this so much. I let the adrenaline and the excitement cloud my judgment, and before I know what I'm doing, I'm upside down, trying to perfect my Brass Monkey, and maybe sober Magnolia would have nailed it, but drunk Magnolia nails her head on the floor.
"Ah fuck," I groan, getting to my feet as I wobble a little, grabbing a pair of abs to steady myself.
"Cute. Let me show you how it's really done, girlie."
I laugh as JT pushes my butt on the seat, but I keep my hand on his stomach, keeping our distance. He was always such a flirt that knew no boundaries until I showed him some a few years back.
He starts to straddle my lap, but I shake my head, keeping the pressure on his stomach.
"Go on and grab my girl Ev down there. She needs to loosen up. I'm drunk, JT, and engaged."
"That's half the fun, ain't it?" he whispers. "Last night as a single lady."
"My last night as a single lady was the day I met Landry."
"One dick for the rest of your life? You sure about that, my Magna?" He tries to pull my hand down further, and I grit my teeth, tearing my hand away.
"JT, I need you to stop. This is all fun and games, but you're pushin' it. Bachelorette party or not, I'm still engaged, and you're pushin' me to flirt with that line. You got the wrong type of woman."
He opens his mouth, shaking his head as he takes a step back and sighs. "All right then. I'm tellin' you they don't make 'em like you no more, Magnolia Marie."
I shake my head and point to all the girls, hootin' and hollerin' as they smack the guys’ butts and twerk on each other.
"Yeah, they do. You're lookin' at 'em."
"I'm fine, I swear. I wasn't that far up on the pole," I groan, stumbling into the hotel room with a group of cackling girls behind me.
"Well, did you have fun at least?" Landry asks with a sigh.
"I did, yeah. Did you?"
"Yeah, but I think RISE would have been a lot more fun," Landry admits.
"Ah, strip club, huh?" I muse.
"Yes, but nothing on you, Madam Siren. I was a good boy."
"Good to know. I was a good girl too."
"Oh? Strippers?"
"Yes, it was...kinda my idea," I groan. "I wanted to dance; my old mentor brought a few guys on the bus…"
"Hmmm."
"Don't 'hmmm' me, Mr. Laurent. JT has nothin' on you, sailor boy."
"She was good!" Addy yells. "Lord knows how! That man was so fucking hot and a hell of a good kisser."
"Oh God," Landry groans. "You girls are nuts. I gotta go through this three more times when they get married, don't I?"
"Probably," I laugh. "But maybe if you knock me up again by then, you'll have nothin' to worry about," I say, dropping my voice to a sexy whisper.
"You drunk, future Mrs. Laurent?" Landry growls.
"It's a three-and-a-half-hour drive, baby. Come and find out."
I don't know where this sexual goddess is coming from, but I think it's a combination of not having sex yet since having Aliana and the massive amounts of tequila that was peer-pressured down my throat by the girls.
"Lucky for you, my hotel is ten minutes away."
"What?" I gasp. "Y-you're here? In Nashville? I thought your bachelor party was—"
"Moved to Nashville. I know you're still worried about everything, so I didn't wanna be too far away."
"Oh, you are so gettin' laid tonight. Get that ass here, fiancé," I drawl.
"Oh, she's cursing. Jesus save my soul, I'll make it in five."
He hangs up the phone, and I laugh, looking around at all the girls passed out all over the room. I bite my lip, calling down to the front desk to see if they have any more rooms and reserve one down the hall, texting Landry the number. I write up a note to the girls and slip out down the hall, getting into the shower to wash the smell of alcohol and sweat off me and slip into the bed naked, wrapping the sheets around me.
"Stay awake, Magnolia. Stay. Awake."
Before I succumb to sleep, I hear the ding of the door being unlocked, and my body tingles all over just from the sight of him.
"Now this is what I call a bachelor party," he growls, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, button by button, excruciatingly slow.
"Mmm, and this striptease is much more entertaining than the one I witnessed a couple hours ago."
"It is, huh?" Those blue eyes sparkle as he finally gets his shirt off, and my hands fist in the sheets as he slowly walks over, unbuckling his jeans.
When they drop to the floor, I feel my chest start to heave as my gaze travels lower to the bulge against my favorite tight, dark gray boxers.
"Oh Lord have mercy," I pant. "Landry, get on this bed and in me right now."
"Easy. It's been a while, and I wanna make sure it doesn't hurt."
He crawls up the bed, caging me underneath him and his lips press against my pulse. I grab his neck, keeping him there against my skin as his kisses trail lower and lower until he pulls the sheet off my body.
"Fuck, Magnolia. Slow. We gotta...we gotta take it slow."
I quickly nod, finally kissing his lips as I slide my hands underneath his boxers to cup his ass.
"Slowly slide in me, and when it's okay, I need you to fuck me right through this headboard," I moan, moving my hand to the front now as I wrap my hand around his shaft and guide him to my entrance.
He hisses as he slides inside me, and I flinch, feeling my walls burn as they stretch for him after all this time apart.
"You okay?" he rasps.
I nod, breathing in and out of my nostrils as I push past the pain, feeling his slick shaft slide deeper and deeper inside me. "Okay," I sigh, feeling the dull ache now slowly change to bliss as he fills me to the hilt.
"Okay."
He digs his elbows into the mattress above my shoulders and starts to pump his hips as I feel that delicious feeling starts to tingle down my legs.
I slide my hands underneath his arms, cupping the back of his shoulders as I feel his muscles constrict under my palms. "Yes, Landry. I missed this," I sigh, embracing the orgasm, knowing it's too fast and I want it to last longer, but the temptation to give in to the pleasure is too much for me to deny.
"Let go, baby. I got another one for you," he demands.
That's it. The permission I didn't really need to give in, but I take anyway. I cry out, relaxing my body and letting every single wave crash into me, over and over again. Landry stiffens, pumping faster, pumping harder as another orgasm crashes into me, not giving me any time to get my bearings about me.
"Landry!"
"Yes, baby. Fuckkkk," he growls in my ear, sucking my neck hard as I grit my teeth and dig my nails into his shoulders.
Our loud breathing fills the hotel room as Landry collapses next to me, wrapping h
is heavy arm across my stomach.
"I can't wait to marry you," I whisper, holding his arm tightly to my body.
"I can't wait to marry you either, baby. I really can't."
Before I can respond, sleep and alcohol take over, and my eyes are closed. I slip into the best sleep I've ever had.
A rapping on the door causes me to stir, and I wipe the sleep out of my eyes, looking over in the bed.
Hotel. Landry. Naked. Best bachelorette party ever.
I smirk, remembering every detail of last night, and the ache between my legs would surely remind me if I hadn't. I reach for his shirt on the floor, buttoning each slit as I walk to the door, and are greeted with three shocked expressions.
"Hi!" I say out of breath.
"Magnolia fucking Marie! You didn't," Eden gasps, pushing my hair off my shoulder and pressing a finger to my neck.
"Ow! Didn't do what?" I groan, rubbing at what I'm guessing is a nice-sized hickey.
"JT! Who's shirt is that?" Everleigh snaps.
"Oh, gross. You got my sloppy seconds," Addy groans.
"Are y'all serious right now? You think I would cheat on Landry? I went seven years without sex!"
"Well, isn't this nice being on the right side of the kill squad," a sleepy Landry laughs from behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder, and I smirk, cupping his cheek as I look back at the girls.
"That’s right, we had your back, sap," Eden smiles, winking at Landry.
"That shank works on you too, Magnolia Marie," Everleigh warns.
"Can y'all stop middle namin' me? Jesus. Sleepin' with my fiancé is a crime now?"
"Well, if your note wasn't so cryptic, we wouldn't have come in guns blazing," Addy says.
"I was drunk. I don't even remember what I wrote!"
Eden laughs, tossing a piece of paper at me as they all head back down the hallway, ordering me to come down to breakfast so we can spill all the dirty details of last night.
Landry looks over my shoulder, and I slowly open the paper, feeling my cheeks heat as I read my sloppy, drunk handwriting.
Room 21. I'm getting fucked tonight. Bachelorette out.
"I probably should have mentioned who was...well, you know, who was f-fuckin' me."
"Well, they know now. Screw brunch," Landry growls, ripping his shirt off me as buttons fly everywhere.
"Landry!"
"You know what happens to me when you start with that mouth. We have a few more hours before we gotta hit the road and become Mommy and Daddy again. Bed. Now."
"Mmm, isn't it Madam Siren's job to call the shots?" I laugh, kicking the door shut with my foot as Landry lifts me in his arms.
"Not today, baby. Right now, you're in Landry's Lagoon."
"Oh, am I?" I laugh. "And what happens in Landry's Lagoon?"
"I got three glorious hours to show you, beautiful. Now bed, please. I don't wanna ask again."
27
Magnolia
“Are you sure Eloise is okay with Aliana?” I whisper, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Baby, are you crying? Please don’t cry,” Landry soothes.
“I just...I miss her, and I miss you, and I don’t fit in my lingerie right and...what if I screw this all up, Landry? What if I can’t do this anymore?”
I sit on the bench in front of my locker, dropping my forehead to the palm of my hand.
“Baby, there is no way in hell you don’t fit in your lingerie because it fit like a goddamn glove last night on video chat.”
His voice drops, and a pull in my belly starts to form. “Landry…”
“Just stating facts and two, I miss the crap out of you and Ana. I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise you. Save me a private dance, okay?”
“Okay,” I sigh. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
He hangs up, and I take a second to collect myself, taking a deep breath as I stand, opening my locker. A big bouquet of red roses falls out, and I squeal, catching them.
To my Siren,
The best thing I did was drag my ass to RISE, allow a beautiful seductress to tempt me to her body, and worship it for the rest of my life.
I love you
X Your loving sailor
I let out a soft sob, smiling at the note, and clutch it to my chest. I wipe at the tears flowing down my cheeks and unzip my jacket, pulling my yoga pants down my legs. I clip my straps to my garter belt, slip on my heels and take another deep breath, putting trust in the fact that I’ve been busting my ass in the studio, and I’ll be fine.
It's been three months since I've given birth to Aliana, and I've perfected my routine at the studio more times than I can count. I've got this.
“You ready, hotshot? Brush that dust off those heels. You’re a badass, and you’re gonna kill it,” Eden says from behind me. I turn and give her a smile, putting the roses back into my locker. “I gotta hand it to the sap... He’s not half bad,” she winks.
I laugh, giving her a hug and kiss her cheek. “He’s got his moments.”
I wink back at her as we hold hands, walking toward our respective stages. I climb the stairs, feeling my nerves start to creep up my spine, but I try and push them down. The coolness of the pole against my back soothes my heated skin, and as the music starts, I look down to the front row.
I forget to move, I forget to breathe as my husband's face beams from the exact spot I first saw him in over a year ago. He winks, leaning forward on his knees, that smile in place that paralyzed me the same way it did that night.
"Dance for me, Siren," he mouths.
I smile, giving him a wink, and twirl my body around the pole, perfecting every last move and throwing my hips out more seductively, the desire to have this man on the forefront of my brain.
Mine.
He's all mine.
I keep my eyes on him the entire time, his locked on me. But when the song finishes, he's gone.
I hop off the stage, walking over to the bar, desperately trying to catch my breath as I motion to Danny.
"That's the best I've ever seen you dance out there. Could it be a certain someone making an appearance?" he smirks.
I smile back, nodding my head as I gulp down the entire glass of water. "Have you seen him?"
"Madam Siren, a man is requesting a private dance. I told him you don't but—"
"He insisted?" I smile, turning toward Quinlin as Déjà vu hits me square in the chest.
She smiles with a nod, and I glance behind her toward the corner of the bar, but I don't see Landry. I furrow my brows and look around, searching him out. "What did he look—?"
"Hey, listen."
My skin prickles, the hair on my arms standing up like static electricity. My smile widens, and I cross my arms over my chest, turning toward my handsome husband.
Three days.
It's been three days since he's been gone on business, and my body immediately comes alive, wanting to jump his bones right in the middle of the club. "I'm listenin'."
"Let me try this again," he smiles, his eyes glistening with desire. "I'm Landry, and I don't normally do this. You're beautiful, and I would love a private dance from you."
"Well, you see...I'm married, Landry," I sass, lifting my left hand to showcase my tattooed ring finger we got together last week after our small ceremony. "I don't do—"
"Private dances, I know she told me. Whoever the bastard is, I envy him, but I can do double diaper duty," he whispers.
I laugh, throwing my head back and furrow my brows. "Now, why in the world would you do that?" I whisper, walking closer to him.
He pulls on my hand as I squeak, stomping down the hall to my room. He turns me, pressing me against the door, and his body leans into mine.
"Would you like to open your door, or should I go searching for the key?" he murmurs, tracing the top of my bra, dangerously close to slipping inside of it.
"I-I can do it."
I shut my eyes, reaching inside my bra
for my key, and turn to unlock the door, Landry's warm body against my back.
We walk inside my room, and I lock the door, pressing my back to it as I watch Landry turn, his eyes on my nude heels, roaming up my bare thighs, the red lace stockings coming up to my mid-thigh. His tongue darts out, licking his lips as he gets to my blue lace garter dress and then finally to my face.
"What do you want, Landry?" I whisper, walking closer to him.
"You."
He closes the distance between the two of us and fists my hair in his hands. He reaches behind my head, slowly untying my mask, and when it falls to the ground, I look up at him, my lips turning up into a smile.
"I don't sleep with strange men, Landry."
"Good thing I'm not strange then." I laugh, cupping his cheek as he starts to take off my wig. He turns, placing it on my desk, and sits on my bed.
I saunter over to him, slipping my straps down my shoulders and lift my leg, pressing my heel to his chest, and push him down.
He grips my ankle, pulling me hard to him as I land on top of his body.
"Tell that husband of yours that I plan on coming to see you every single night you get up on that stage."
I smile, kissing him quickly, and then pull back. "He won't like that very much."
"You can also tell him that I'll be taking you to this room every single night too."
He flips me to my back, pushing his hips against mine, and I moan, dropping my head back. "H-he won't like that either," I stutter.
He smiles, kissing me hard. "Let's take our time tonight, my wife. There's nowhere else I'd rather be."
"Do you think Everleigh is gonna be angry?" I ask, my head on Landry's bare chest as we lay naked in our bed later that night.
The high from dancing and taking Landry into my room to have my wicked way with him didn't stop at the club. Getting home and watching him kiss our baby girl goodnight made me tear into him again as soon as we made it to our bedroom.
He kisses my forehead, running a finger up and down my arm.
"It's about Aliana; she'll know that."
"But I should've told her sooner. She's gonna feel like I trapped her, which...I kinda did."
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