His prick stirred at that. ‘I hope so.’
Leah winced. ‘But I do think I’m going to have to take you up on that offer of being carried. My feet are killing me.’
He turned around and hunkered down so she could climb up on his back, which she did even as she burst into laughter. He stood, shifting her weight. ‘Ready?’
It was proof of where they were that they barely got a second glance as he started towards their hotel.
‘Don’t drop me,’ she warned.
‘Have I ever?’
‘There was that one time …’
‘Hey,’ he protested. ‘That wasn’t my fault. You wiggled too much.’
She dug her chin into his shoulder. ‘Yeehaw, pony-boy.’
‘It’s too bad about the wedding thing,’ he tossed back at her. ‘I can’t think of a better souvenir from Vegas than that.’
‘Oh,’ Leah said. ‘I think I can.’
‘Are you sure about this?’ Brandon looked warily at the design laid out on the paper in front of them.
Leah nodded. ‘Yes. You?’
He grinned. ‘If it’s what you want.’
The tattoo artist had drawn up matching art for both of them. Something small, not too flashy. Something meaningful for both of them, and something unique.
‘I gotta tell ya,’ the guy said. ‘I’ve had a lot of requests for ink, but I’ve never had anyone ask for a picture of a belt before.’
‘Good,’ Leah said.
She was getting hers low on her hip, where it would only show when she was naked. But Brandon was getting his around his bicep where anyone could see it any time he took off his shirt. Not that just anyone would be able to tell what it was, since the design was clever enough to hide the buckle and make the whole thing look like a simple band of colour.
‘You both ready?’
‘This is so romantic,’ Brandon said dryly. ‘Getting this done at the same time. How come she gets the cute girl?’
‘Because that cute girl’s my old lady,’ said the tattoo guy with a grin, ‘and I don’t think you want her getting all flustered and messing up your ink, do you?’
Leah laughed. ‘We certainly don’t.’
It hurt worse than she’d expected, even though the design was simple and the entire process for both of them took less than an hour. They had just enough time to get back to the hotel and get ready to go. Riding up in the elevator, she couldn’t help grinning at the sight of them in the mirror.
‘We definitely look like we’ve been out all night.’
Brandon looked, too. ‘You look hot. All messed up and rumpled.’
‘Slutty,’ Leah said.
‘I wasn’t going to say so, but … yeah.’
She arched a brow. ‘Is that a fantasy of yours, Brandon?’
His grin gave her an answer. Leah contemplated the reflection again as the elevator doors opened on their floor. ‘Hmm. Maybe we’ll fuck first, before the shower.’
Then she stepped out with a grin, not looking back as he stumbled out behind her, and she led the way back to the suite.
21
‘YOU’RE TOTALLY ROCKING the best-friend thing with this party.’ Kate waggled her brows at Leah, who sat across from her sipping a margarita as the assembled women chatted and laughed.
Leah raised one shoulder casually. ‘Least I could do for you. You’ll be all Mrs Dixon and stuff. Plus I’m next and I didn’t want you thinking I’d be satisfied with punch spiked with soda and games involving potential baby names and stuff.’
‘Did you see my planner? You’re totally ruining the surprise like the selfish bitch you are. And I’ll have you know Bingo’s mom says her punch is better because it has orange sherbet and pineapples in it. Just for that, you only get pineapples. That’ll teach you. I won’t even let you have the cool I’m Getting Married! tiara she sent me the link for.’
Leah snorted a laugh. ‘I may have in-laws who own a BeDazzler but you have a crazy ex-wife. That’s worse. My mother-in-law lives a few states away.’
Kate gulped the last of her drink and hooted when the next stripper came out onto the stage. ‘You wound me, Leah. You really do. Now shut up while this boy earns his college tuition.’
The bendy, pretty hot, moderately legal male stripped and undulated as he danced, grinning the whole time.
‘I’ve gone to several strip clubs with Dix. Male strippers are just way more fun.’
‘You two are total deviants. This one,’ Leah said, craning her neck sideways as she watched the show, ‘seems to enjoy his work.’
‘Always a plus. Being a deviant too. Charles is quite good at it. Of course, I have shoes in my closet older than he is. Not Charles, this happy little stripper.’
‘Good thing you don’t need to wear him on your feet then.’ Leah smirked. ‘Or do you?’
‘If it amused me to, I totally would. And he’d love it. I’d leave his arms free so he could do his homework and stuff.’
Another snort from Leah, but that died in the din of hoots and squeals as college student stripper guy writhed on the stage and dropped to the ground, heading straight for their table and Kate as the bride to be.
‘If anyone gets goo on me, I’m gonna put orange sherbet in your punch. I’m just sayin’,’ she hissed to Leah.
‘Hi there, you must be Katherine. I’m Travis.’ Cute stripper was even cuter close up.
He didn’t shake her hand, but he did get his very flat abdomen in her sight. Nice. ‘Hi there, Travis. Aren’t you pretty?’
He rolled his hips, the line of his cock pretty close to her face. But he was careful not to get any of whatever he had greased all over his muscles onto her. Such lovely manners.
Kate yelled over the music. ‘Grab a seat. I’m getting married, flatter me and chat with us.’
He laughed in that self-confident way any attractive twenty-three-year-old male has. But he plopped down in a chair at the end of the table. Leah
