Ride with Me by Chelsea Camaron, Ryan Michele Read Free Book Online Page B

BW. “Have fun tonight, but not too much fun.” He winks then makes his way out the door with the kids.
    I look around at the women in front of me, and Jolene steps into the bedroom with a bag in her hand.
    “Someone want to tell me what’s going on tonight?”
    “Bachelorette party!” Doll squeals delightfully, and I cough out a choke.
    “Umm, Doll, like, I love the idea, but I”—I turn around and look to see Jolene distracted and whisper to my best friend—“I sleep with Rex. Strippers just don’t compare. Plus, if I see another man’s beast, D-Rex might kill me.”
    She busts out laughing.
    “I don’t think this is funny. This is not a good idea. I repeat: not good, Doll!” I panic more as she smiles bigger. “Shooter, Tripp, Tank, they’ll all have, like, macho cavemen Olympics to crush the strippers. We can’t do this. No, no, no.”
    Tessie laughs and puts her hand on my shoulder. “Bachelorette party isn’t the right word.” She taps her finger on her chin. “Let’s call it a spice party.”
    Doll nods her head in agreement. “Oh … That’s a good one. Totally the perfect name.”
    “What the hell have you guys planned?”
    “Calm down, sweetie,” Jolene pipes in. “Ladies’ night is supposed to be fun.” She winks at me then goes into the bathroom, carrying an outfit from her bag.
    I drop down onto the couch. I’m surprising my man with a wedding, and now my friends have planned a “Spice Party.” I don’t know if this is a good idea anymore. What is Rex going to say? What the hell is a spice party? I’m scared to find out.
    It doesn’t take long before we are all dressed up. I am in a red, halter top dress that has a back that dips down into a low V where the point stops just at my ass crack. Rex loves this dress because he can slip his hand in the back and draw circles on my hip when we go out.
    I miss him. I crave his touch.
    The skirt portion stops mid-thigh, dancing the line between sexy and trashy. I finish off with a pair of four-inch, peep toe gray heels. My hair is in loose curls, and my makeup is smoky yet not overdone as if we were going out to the night clubs.
    Doll is in a three-quarter length sleeve, black boat-neck dress that stops just under her ass. I have to laugh, thinking she may be playing panty peek-a-boo when getting in and out of the car. Her hair is done in a messy up-do like some high-end fashion model. She ends it with a pair of red, platform heels.
    Tessie, as always, is understated elegance. Her gray sweater dress goes midway down her legs with a sexy slit up each thigh. The V-neck with her favorite push up bra, as she says, teases cleavage, and she wears a thick belt across the waist, making her small frame even tinier. She ends it with bright pink heels, making the entire outfit pop with color.
    Jolene, being Rex’s mom, still fits right in, wearing a spaghetti strapped, little black dress of her own with an empire waist and silver accents. Her silver shoes add to the ensemble.
    We are all ready to spice things up … at least for the night.
    Pulling up to Sass and Tank’s house, I now understand why we didn’t stay here. She needed prep time.
    Walking in, I laugh as Tank gathers his bag with Red, their son, and gives a quick good-bye, saying he’s running late for his escape.
    I smile as I look at the red and black streamers hanging in the living room. There is a table set up, covered in a red drape so I can’t see what’s underneath. I think about house parties of married women and laugh.
    “A kitchen party is nice, but I don’t get to cook very often with work guys.”
    All of my friends bust out laughing.
    “This is a spice party. We’re going to spice things up,” Doll adds, making her way to the couch.
    I look at the cake table in the corner and gasp. It’s a tiered cake done in black and red fondant. At the top of the cake is a dildo, and it is adorned with an “accessory” like Rex’s. I look over at Sass who is smiling as she