Page 38 of Fear of Love (Falling #3)

A few startled gasps sounded around us and made my head snap to the side.

While we were focused on the stage, more men appeared around the tables behind us as well as along the railing to the second level.

It was one thing to entertain on the main stage and another to have men spread throughout the room so every person was included.

The men in front of us flipped in the air before lowering to the ground to grind. Beside me, Mila cheered, Tasha clapped, and Josie watched intently, her expression full of awe.

I found myself leaning forward as they spread out on the stage, moving toward the sides of it.

The guy that stood only a few feet from us was hunky.

I didn’t typically like men in man buns and beards, but damn.

The white dress shirt was snug on his torso and rolled up around his wrists, showing off his forearms and what looked like a sleeve of tattoos.

He glanced down at our table, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. His gaze locked onto mine and lingering a little too long before he moved on with the other guys. I could feel the girls shooting me curious looks. I just shrugged. I had no clue what that was about.

The dance ended and the stage went dark. We could see the men’s silhouettes as they moved around to get ready for the next dance.

As we waited, Josie turned to us with a big smile. “This is the best bachelorette party ever.”

“Woo!” I cheered along with everyone else, watching the couple on stage in front of us. The woman laid back on the bed, back arched as the man descended from the rope above her. He held onto it with one hand, his muscles flexing with each movement.

He lowered himself until he was straddling the woman. The way he caressed her face and her body had me shifting in my seat. The scene almost felt like we were intruding on a special moment. It was hard to believe this was all fake and for show with how he touched her.

All around me, people gasped as the man suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her to him as the rope pulled him up, the pair hanging in the air only by his arm.

I looked on, amazed. The amount of time and strength it took to do that had to be insane.

They might have shed their clothes as they went, but there was finesse to it.

Every man and woman here was insanely talented.

No wonder it was hard to get tickets. I needed to thank Tasha for whatever strings she pulled to get us in here.

As soon as the lights dimmed and the dance number finished, our waiter appeared at our table. He placed four more shots in front of us and was gone before any of us could say anything.

“I want to make another toast to the bride.” Mila grabbed one.

“Thank you for bringing me into your friend group and giving me a new family.” Mila’s eyes misted over as she spoke, the last two shots of tequila and wine starting to take effect.

“So,” clearing her throat, Mila held up her shot, “to Josie.”

Thanks to the alcohol, and the fact that Josie was getting married soon, we were all emotional.

As the music started again, four shirtless men appeared on stage. The way Tasha grinned and wiggled in her seat told me something was about to happen.

I wasn’t disappointed when they made their way down the stage, one headed straight toward us, mouth quirked up. With every step, his ab muscles flexed, each one looking like it was cut from marble.

I leaned back in my chair with a smirk as I watched the man approach Josie. Her chair was at the perfect angle so Tasha, Mila, and I could see her face as he stopped in front of her. His tight jeans were directly in line with her face. Tasha and Mila giggled at the way Josie’s went red.

The guy leaned down and whispered something in Josie’s ear. She nodded in reply. He reached down and grabbed her hands, bringing them up to run along his bare abs.

All around us, other women giggled, wishing they had a moment with one of the men.

The guy kept Josie’s hands on his stomach as he reached down to grab the sides of her chair before he yanked it away from the table. I grinned at the squeal that left Josie’s lips.

“Get it, Jo!” Tasha cheered.

The music was loud enough that I couldn’t hear what the guy was saying to Josie, but I could see his lips moving. With the way Josie was smiling and nodding to whatever he was saying, she wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Damn, how do I get a one-on-one dance?” Mila asked beside me as we watched the guy straddle Josie’s lap, moving his hips as his hands gripped the back of her chair. A second later, he stood and turned around, twerking his ass better than any of us could.

I was so busy watching Josie that I didn’t notice one of the other men headed my way until I felt a hand on the back of my chair. I tilted my head back to find the dancer that had the man bun and beard looking down at me.

He dipped his head until his mouth hovered over my ear.

“Care for a dance?”

I was helplessly hiding the shiver that went down my spine. I could have easily said no, but with all the alcohol in my system, I found myself nodding yes. With a blinding grin, the guy grabbed the back of my chair and turned me to face him.

Blood rushed to my ears as the man’s insane abs stared me directly in the face. His tattooed arms caged me against the chair as he moved his hips, grinding close without fully touching me.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, his voice so low that no one but me could hear. Again, I could only nod. He grabbed my hands off my lap and brought them up to rest on his hard chest. I felt the hard muscle move under my palms as he danced.

“You’re doing so good,” the guy whispered. I felt my cheeks flame as my hands unconsciously drifted down his chest. Oops . He only stayed like that for another moment before he let my chair go and turned around.

Josie wasn’t going to be the only one getting a bachelorette lap dance tonight.