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sinking low over her beautiful blue-gray eyes.
The shadow between full, rounded breasts made Sean want to touch, to squeeze, to hold her naked against his skin.
“I’m next.” Tanner ripped a bill from the stash in his wallet and leaped from his seat, advancing on the stage as another man did the same.
With a withering glance, Tanner sent the other man scurrying back to his chair.
Isabella spun away and danced back to the edge of the stage. She leaned over, presenting her cleavage. “You know what to do?”
“You bet.” Tanner slid the bill into the V.
Sean moaned and shifted in his chair, adjusting his jeans. Having the biggest cock of the brothers proved to be a disadvantage at times like this.
Tanner’s fingers lingered in her costume.
Gabe stood, his arms crossing over his chest. “Tanner.” He spoke the one word with all the authority of the eldest O’Brien brother.
Tanner jerked his hand back and turned toward the table he shared with his brothers, his cheeks a ruddy red, a frown settling across his forehead.
Isabella straightened, sliding her fingers inside her bikini bra to secure the bill. She winked at Gabe and danced away. She waved toward the baggy pants, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the enraptured men. “More?”
“God, yesss!” Jesse yelled, his eyes glazed, his words slurring to the tune of the amount of alcohol he’d absorbed.
One of his buddies elbowed him in the side. “Hey, you’re about to get married.”
“I’m getting married, not castrated.” Jesse laughed. “My future wife is the most beautiful woman in the world, but I can appreciate great artwork when I see it. And Isabella is a piece of…art.”
“Take it off,” Sean whispered.
Another man stood and punched the air with a fist. “Take it off!”
Soon all the men were on their feet, Sean included, each chanting, Take it off .
Isabella grabbed the front of the dark, baggy pants she wore and yanked them away, the Velcro strips along the side seams gave and the garment flew to the side of the stage where the jacket lay in a heap.
Beneath the baggy pants, she wore shiny, black, faux-leather chaps over the bright red, sequined thong.
Sean groaned, wishing she’d ride him with those incredibly hot chaps.
The crowd hooted and hollered, stomping their cowboy boots on the wooden floor.
The song faded away and with it, Isabella ducked back behind the curtain.
The three minutes she’d performed had passed fast.
Sean was so hot, he unbuttoned the top button of his crisp white shirt and took a long pull on his cool beer.
“She’s got that effect on me too.” Gabe loosened a button on his shirt as well, grabbed a bandana from his back pocket and wiped his forehead. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“I don’t think baby brother can take much more, either.” Tanner nodded toward Jesse.
Jesse waved toward the stage. “What happened to the tradition of the bachelor getting a lap dance?” he yelled.
Chapter Five
Isabella cringed, dreading what came next. She’d never performed a lap dance, not even in the privacy of her own bedroom with Daniel, or any other man for that matter. In preparation, she’d danced around a chair in her apartment, but she figured it would be a lot different with a man seated in the chair, with long legs and boots to trip over, not to mention hands grabbing while she tried to dance.
She sucked in a deep breath to steady her galloping heartbeat. The last dance wouldn’t have been so bad, but having Sean and Tanner touch her skin had set her nerves aflame, especially having had sex with their brother. Her core throbbed, and she worried that if she let them do much more, she’d forget she was there just to dance.
The second song blasted through the speaker system.
Isabella jumped, grabbed some props and dashed for the curtain.
When she stepped out, the men whooped and whistled.
A slow burn worked its way up her neck into her cheeks. Her anxiety receding,
The shadow between full, rounded breasts made Sean want to touch, to squeeze, to hold her naked against his skin.
“I’m next.” Tanner ripped a bill from the stash in his wallet and leaped from his seat, advancing on the stage as another man did the same.
With a withering glance, Tanner sent the other man scurrying back to his chair.
Isabella spun away and danced back to the edge of the stage. She leaned over, presenting her cleavage. “You know what to do?”
“You bet.” Tanner slid the bill into the V.
Sean moaned and shifted in his chair, adjusting his jeans. Having the biggest cock of the brothers proved to be a disadvantage at times like this.
Tanner’s fingers lingered in her costume.
Gabe stood, his arms crossing over his chest. “Tanner.” He spoke the one word with all the authority of the eldest O’Brien brother.
Tanner jerked his hand back and turned toward the table he shared with his brothers, his cheeks a ruddy red, a frown settling across his forehead.
Isabella straightened, sliding her fingers inside her bikini bra to secure the bill. She winked at Gabe and danced away. She waved toward the baggy pants, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the enraptured men. “More?”
“God, yesss!” Jesse yelled, his eyes glazed, his words slurring to the tune of the amount of alcohol he’d absorbed.
One of his buddies elbowed him in the side. “Hey, you’re about to get married.”
“I’m getting married, not castrated.” Jesse laughed. “My future wife is the most beautiful woman in the world, but I can appreciate great artwork when I see it. And Isabella is a piece of…art.”
“Take it off,” Sean whispered.
Another man stood and punched the air with a fist. “Take it off!”
Soon all the men were on their feet, Sean included, each chanting, Take it off .
Isabella grabbed the front of the dark, baggy pants she wore and yanked them away, the Velcro strips along the side seams gave and the garment flew to the side of the stage where the jacket lay in a heap.
Beneath the baggy pants, she wore shiny, black, faux-leather chaps over the bright red, sequined thong.
Sean groaned, wishing she’d ride him with those incredibly hot chaps.
The crowd hooted and hollered, stomping their cowboy boots on the wooden floor.
The song faded away and with it, Isabella ducked back behind the curtain.
The three minutes she’d performed had passed fast.
Sean was so hot, he unbuttoned the top button of his crisp white shirt and took a long pull on his cool beer.
“She’s got that effect on me too.” Gabe loosened a button on his shirt as well, grabbed a bandana from his back pocket and wiped his forehead. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“I don’t think baby brother can take much more, either.” Tanner nodded toward Jesse.
Jesse waved toward the stage. “What happened to the tradition of the bachelor getting a lap dance?” he yelled.
Chapter Five
Isabella cringed, dreading what came next. She’d never performed a lap dance, not even in the privacy of her own bedroom with Daniel, or any other man for that matter. In preparation, she’d danced around a chair in her apartment, but she figured it would be a lot different with a man seated in the chair, with long legs and boots to trip over, not to mention hands grabbing while she tried to dance.
She sucked in a deep breath to steady her galloping heartbeat. The last dance wouldn’t have been so bad, but having Sean and Tanner touch her skin had set her nerves aflame, especially having had sex with their brother. Her core throbbed, and she worried that if she let them do much more, she’d forget she was there just to dance.
The second song blasted through the speaker system.
Isabella jumped, grabbed some props and dashed for the curtain.
When she stepped out, the men whooped and whistled.
A slow burn worked its way up her neck into her cheeks. Her anxiety receding,
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