Stunning us all, Mya doesn't need to be scrapped off the club floor before we leave. She's definitely having fun, but she hasn't crossed the line into complete oblivion. "We're going to Truex's suite, they have a pool!" She yells, to the others.

I laugh when I hear Truex mutter, "Fuck." Under his breath.

"Pool party!" I agree as we get into one of the two vans taking us back to the hotel.

I sit on Truex's lap to give the oversized people in the seats more room. Its not a long ride and Mya keeps us entertained as she argues with Easton over how her and Tate's kids will look.

"They will not be ugly, Easton. You can't say that." She states, looking disturbed.

"I'm not saying they'll be ugly. Just unfortunate looking." He corrects, smirking the whole time. Easton has been picking on her since we got in the van, starting with her make-believe facial hair.

"Seriously? You're arguing about this again?" I groan.

"They'll be cute!" She insists, ignoring me.

"You could be right. Sometimes the opposite happens, like two negatives equal a positive. Two ugly people can make pretty kids." He comments, sounding helpful.

"You're such a shit, Easton. Knock it off." I tell him, laughing.

"What about you. You really think your kids will dodge the Marshall curse?"

"The facial hair?" I ask, for clarification.

Mya shrieks, "I do not have facial hair!"

Easton, laughs loving how riled up Mya is. "You have to admit Bri and Truex will have cuter babies." He says, mischievously. Turning to smirk at an angry, Mya.

"Easton, when she snaps. No one will be able to save you." I warn him, trying not to smile at his bad boy grin.

''Promise me you'll try?" He asks, then turns back to Mya. "As I was saying, there is hope for your unborn....although, its more than lik-Ouch!" He yells, laughing as Mya punches his arm.

"I tried to warn you." I say, not at all sorry for him.

"You promised to protect me." He complains.

I chuckle. "Did not." I correct, as the car pulls in front of the hotel.

"Careful getting out, B." Mya, says chuckling about my lack of underwear.

"Thanks for looking out." I reply.

She scoffs. "It wasn't for you. I don't want you to scar anyone at my bachelorette party, they'll be lawsuits." She teases and I push her out of the van. I'm careful as I get out, making sure not not flash anyone. Truex keeps me close as we make our way to the suite. Everyone scatters to get bathing suites on and we're meeting back at the room. I know Truex isn't super excited about it, but he won't deny Mya anything. Secretly he adores her, its kinda sweet.

"Suck it up, buttercup." I tell him.

"How long do I have before they get here?" He questions.

I shrug, "No idea. But 20 bucks says, Easton is the first one here." I bet, knowingly.

I hear him shut the door and lock it, confused on why he wouldn't leave the door wedged open, I turn to him. He strides to me, like a man on a mission. I can't help but take a step back, as he walks closer. He looks so determined and dead set on getting exactly what he wants.

"Whoa, no. They'll be here any minute." I tell him, putting my hands up to ward him off.

It doesn't help, his arms wrap around me and his lips descend on mine. He has an amazing mouth, I moan, letting myself get lost in the kiss. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he nuzzles my neck, kissing the sensitive area with his hot lips as he shoves my dress up around my waist. He lifts me onto the desk, standing between my thighs completely bare to him. His mouth moves lower, between my legs and my head falls back in surrender. As always, it doesn't take long for him to take me right to the edge of complete pleasure. When he stands I push myself to the edge of the desk wanting him desperately. He groans as he enters me swiftly, setting a slow but thorough pace hitting all the right places. I hang on to him, pulling at his shirt as my pleasure mounts, he pushes me over the edge and follows shortly after. Our breathing is fast and seconds later I hear a loud knock at the door.

"Your friend. You get it." I order, pushing him back so that I can get down and get my swimsuit on. He grunts, in response to the word, friend. "Be nice." I order, slapping his tight ass before hopping down and urging him towards the door. He reluctantly starts to walk and I race to the bedroom.

Taking out my simple black bikini, I put both pieces on and go to join the party. As soon as I enter the room I watch as Truex takes off his shirt handing it to me. ''I'm going in the pool." I remind him, swatting it away. Easton chuckles watching us and I glare at him.

A light knock at the door and I see Mya, poke her head in. "You all decent? Not screwing each others brains out?" She jokes, then gets disgusted with her own question.

"We did that before you got here." I remark, smugly. Holding up my hand for a high five. Truex's eyebrow raises and I lower my hand smiling. "I forgot. That rule is so stupid." I point out, annoyed.

"That rule will save our marriage." He replies, smirking.

I laugh, "Fine, lets have a high five-less marriage. If that's what you truly want." I reply, turning to Mya. She hands me a beer and we make our way to the pool, we just get in when I hear.

"Wow, B! Is Treux's back a scratching post?" Easton asks, coming towards us smiling.

I tilt my head to the side, not understanding his question. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, you'll see soon enough." He replies, as he joins us in the pool.

Minutes later Truex comes out. "B, wants to see your back." Easton, remarks.

Truex ignores him and gets in the water. "What's wrong with your back?" I ask, concerned.

"There's nothing wrong with it." He states, smirking.

I force him to turn and see the angry red lines on his back, my eyes go wide. "I did that?"

Mya, shakes her head and Easton laughs. "No, it was his other wife." Easton answers for him.

"Oh, shut up. I just don't remember doing it." I tell him, honestly.

"Well, those are fresh. Is he that forgettable?" He asks, faking outraged for his friend.

"I meant I don't remember digging my talons into him like that." I explain, wincing. "Does it hurt?" I ask, looking at my nails. "My nails aren't even that long." I state, thinking out loud.

"Then you must've really enjoyed it."

"Stop being a perv." I tell, Easton. Splashing water at him.

I glance at Truex for an answer. "No, it doesn't hurt." He replies, amused.

As the others find something else to talk about. I watch the room start to fill with more people. I'm getting sleepy but I know we're going to have a long night tonight. At least we have all day to recover tomorrow.

I lean on Truex. "I'm going to have to wear mittens from now on." I joke.

"Or I can tie you up? Like that guy did in that book." He suggests.

I shake my head. "No, mittens are way sexier. I can even get a nice black pair." I purr, but ruin the effect by laughing.

"There's no need for them. I like it." He states.

"You like your back all tore up like that?" I question, not believing him for a second. No one wants angry claw marks all over them from having sex, right? "You'd get less marks with a tiger." I tisk, playfully.

"I'm completely serious." He replies.

"So, what else is new?" I tease.

He shakes his head. "You're such a smartass. Are you sure you don't want to be spanked?"

I pretend to ponder the pros and cons. "Maybe, we should try it."

I can tell my his face he knows I'm messing with him. Easton comes towards us so I take the opportunity to ask, quietly. "Do guys really like when their backs get scratched up during sex?" I question, needing a second opinion on this.

He nods, "Hell yes."

I look at him stunned. "Really?"

"Absolutely, love it. It shows some appreciation." He explains, simply.

"Oh, I get it. The more marks, the more she liked it." I say, understanding it finally. "Makes perfect sense, now. Why couldn't you just say that?" I ask, Truex.

"Because, the more you talk about it, the more I want to go into the bedroom." He warns. Not joking at all.