Endings & Beginnings (New Mafia Trilogy #3) by E. J. Fechenda Read Free Book Online Page A

about ready
to begin on stage though as Miranda’s hands gripped Craven’s hips. He wore
black leather pants that hung low. She positioned him so he was facing her then
she grabbed the can of whipped cream and shook it slowly, emulating that she
was jacking someone off. Craven was under her spell and he licked his lips in
anticipation. Miranda tilted his head then sprayed whipped cream on his neck,
just one dollop. Once again holding his hips, Miranda leaned forward. We all
watched; fascinated at the control she had over this guy. I noticed he was
getting aroused, his leather pants unable to hide his erection. She reached his
neck and licked with slow deliberate laps of her tongue, not leaving a trace of
whipped cream behind. When she was done, she smacked her lips and glanced up at
him. I thought she really was going to kiss him on the mouth and felt slightly
uncomfortable for I agreed with Miranda and thought it was considered cheating
too. Instead she gently kissed his neck, right where the whipped cream had been,
making Craven groan. Then she sat down and took a sip of her sparkling cider,
her eyes twinkling with amusement as our server made an awkward exit.
    We cheered and applauded Miranda before downing our
shots of tequila. My body was beginning to feel warm and fuzzy, the blanket of
warmth from alcohol loosening my muscles. The music started thumping and a
dancer appeared on stage. He was going for the cowboy look and was wearing skin
tight Wranglers, cowboy boots and a hat. His hairless chest gleamed under the
stage lights and I wondered if he waxed or shaved for it was ridiculously smooth.
He started grinding and working the stage. Allegra, Andrea, Krystal and Cici
were front and center with handfuls of dollar bills.
       “Natalie, get your ass up here!” Cici said and
yanked me out of the chair. The stripper kicked off his boots and slowly undid
the giant belt buckle, pulling his belt free. Not that he needed it on to keep
his jeans from slipping off; they were so tight and not going anywhere. He ran
the belt between his legs and did a few pelvic thrusts. I though Krystal was
going to hyperventilate or spontaneously combust. With surprising ease, the
jeans came off next until the muscled and tattooed stripper was wearing just a
black thong and his cowboy hat. He moved closer to the edge of the stage and
dropped to his knees in front of us. Krystal screamed and shoved a whole
handful of bills in his thong. She lingered a little longer than appropriate
and the stripper gave her a knowing grin followed by a wink before he
extricated her hand.
    It only unraveled from there. The more we drank, the
friendlier the strippers became. After his performance, the cowboy, who we found
out went by Tex, sat down at our table welcoming Krystal to sit on his lap. The
petite brunette didn’t hesitate. Miranda was brought up onstage to cross item
number two off of her list. She had a lap dance from not just one, but two
strippers. She really got into it and I couldn’t help but laugh when she
grabbed onto the tan ass cheeks of the dancer who started out in a tuxedo and
was left wearing a white thong and black bow tie.
    Drinks flowed and we were surrounded by almost naked
men, but none of them compared to Dominic and I was hornier than ever. Not
using better judgment, I drunk texted him.
                Me: I miss you
                Dom: I miss u too. R U
behaving tonight?
                Me: Maybe. You?
                Dom: I’d rather be with you
    Fuck. I wanted to be with him too and was tempted to
go to him, have him take me back to his place. My fingers hovered over the
keyboard on my phone. Fortunately, Cici chose that moment to call the bridal
party around for us to give Miranda the present we all chipped in together for.
Turning my phone off, I slipped it into my bag where I ignored it for the rest
of the night.

Chapter
6
     
    Traditionally, it was the groom’s parents
responsibility