"One more shot!" Ethan screams at the top of his lungs towards me, shoving a glass in my direction. On a scale of one to ten as to how drunk he is I'd say a fifteen. Never in my life, not even in high school or college have I seen him like this.

The leather from my jacket is sticking to me from how hot it is in this club. I didn't know dancing was on the agenda, and I can hardly hear from how loud the damn music is blasting.

Neon lights cloud my eyes, and it doesn't help that I'm wearing a pair of sunglasses. I didn't want anyone to recognize me though. This is Ethan's night, and I'm not going to make it about me if someone notices that I'm here.

This is my fifth shot, and after the liquid travels down my throat I can feel that familiar buzz seep into my body. Drew and Derrick, two of Ethan's cousins that are also groomsmen throw their glasses of liquor back too, slamming them down onto the bar.

I don't know if it's just me, but partying doesn't do much for me anymore. I used to love it in college, but now all I want to do is go home and binge a new television show.

"And I got another round." Jake, Ethan's good friend from college brings another tray over, and I inwardly let out a groan. This night isn't about me though, it's about Ethan, and I want him to have a good time. If I have to get drunk for a night then so be it.

Jake is what Ethan doesn't need right now. He's exactly like him — so drunk that he's pressuring Ethan to do all kinds of stupid shit. I hate guys like this. Maybe it's because I'm jealous that Ethan has another friend aside from me that I knew nothing about, but still.

We all met tonight at our suite. The girls have their own, but I one hundred percent booked another private room for Maddie and I later. They're supposed to be coming tonight to this club too, but I have yet to see them.

I'll have to ask her if she's ever met Jake and what she thinks about him. Is it just me that thinks he's the biggest douchebag on the planet? All night he's been raving about all the pussy he gets, and he drags on about how good Ethan was during their first college season together on the team at Arizona state. Ethan quit after the first season, and Jake did all four but never went pro.

I'm pretty sure I knew his whole entire life story by the time I took my second shot. I think a part of me just kept throwing them back to try and mentally shut him out.

Christ, he's annoying.

"What do you bench?" Jake arches a thick eyebrow up, spiking the ends of his black hair up that's overdone with gel. "I'm assuming the NFL requires... what, 200? 250?"

He really needs to shut up. Not that I'm worried anyone will hear him since it's so fucking loud in here, but this is the last thing I want to talk about when I'm drunk.

Thankfully, as if my prayers have been answered, Maya bounces through the crowd. I'd spot her rainbow colored hair anywhere. She's wearing a sash that says bride on it, a princess tiara on top of her head as she jumps into Ethan's arms. They go into a rather intense make out session, and it becomes so awkward that I honestly debate talking to Jake again.

"Who the fuck is that?" Jake nods behind Maya, and my body stiffens when it's my girl. It's my girl that he's staring at, but I can't even blame him because holy fuck.

The lights hit her neon pink bodysuit, the lace wrapping around those tits like a fucking candy wrapper just begging to be undone. The bodysuit is tucked into a pair of skin tight black leather pants, pink stilettos to match.

God damn.

Her curls are freshly done, the blonde ringlets falling just past her shoulders, and they must have gotten their nails done because her nails match her heels and lips. Those pink, perfect lips of hers.

Oh, I want them wrapped around my dick so badly.

I watch her stumble and grip onto one of Maya's bridesmaids shoulders for support. I know my girl, and I can tell she's drunk already.

Oh boy.

"I want to dance!" She shrieks and grabs onto Maya's hand, not noticing that I'm here. She's probably too drunk to realize. I find it comical in all honesty as she stumbles again and they both head out to the middle of the floor.

"Do you know her?" Jake nods in her direction. "Those fucking tits are just-"

"She's my fiancé." I blurt out from the anger boiling up inside of me, instantly regretting it as I do. As much of a douchebag Jake is, he's not stupid.

And that's exactly why he asks, "where's the ring then?"

My jaw clenches shut at the audacity of it all, and if it weren't for this being Ethan's bachelor party then I would have already decked him. "It's complicated." I decide to reply, and I hold my finger up to the bartender for another shot.

He's right though. There isn't a ring on her finger. We haven't even technically put a label on this yet. We're parents trying to get back together, but we aren't together yet. She could fuck Jake tonight and I wouldn't have the right to get upset.

What's stopping her from choosing someone like Jake? He's exactly who I used to be, and it kills me to say that, but it's true. She fell in love with that version of me, and I broke her heart. I wouldn't blame her if someone more promising came along and she took them up on it.

She clearly has multiple suitors. I see about five heads turn her way, and it only gets worse when a Meg Thee Stallion song comes on next. Maddie is the life of the party when she's drunk, and she knows every single lyric to this song.

She's rapping along to it perfectly, never missing a beat as I down the shot, my eyes never leaving her for a second. If some perv tries to come within a two foot radius of her I'll kill them, but I also trust Maya, and I know she'd do the same.

"Yes bitch!" Maya laughs and gives Maddie's ass a smack when she puts her hands on her knees, twerking her ass like no tomorrow. I've honestly never seen this level of Maddie being drunk, and it makes me think that she must be utterly wasted right now.

"Just a little advice..." Jake chuckles and takes another shot himself, and it bothers the fuck out of me that he won't stop staring at her. "Dance with her before I do."

I swear to fucking-

"I am not watching this!" Ethan holds his hand up jokingly to shield the view of Maddie dancing with Maya. "That's so fucking gross."

Maddie's eyes pop up to mine, and she smiles widely, continuing to rap the lyrics in a joking manner as she stares at me. "... But I'ma tune in when he say he gon' lick it. He told 'em send me a pic 'cause he miss me, I told him send me a stack if he really. I don't be trusting these tricks 'cause they tricky. Send him a pic of somebody else titties."

I can't help but laugh, because just when I think I've seen all sides of her, she surprises me yet again. The dirty lyrics she's rapping so perfectly off of that tongue are intriguing to say the least.

I continue to watch her and Maya for the rest of the song, and although Jake may have been right that I should have danced with her, I'm also not like him in the least bit anymore. As horny as I am, I love her enough to realize that she needs this night with her best friend. I'm not going to be a dick and interrupt her when there will be plenty of time for that later.

Because she's mine, and she's coming home with me, not Jake.

"Fuck, I feel nauseous." Ethan grips onto his stomach, shooting me a death stare before I even have the time to say anything. "I don't need a lecture dad, I know you warned me already."

I did. He always gets like this when he drinks. Our nights frequently end with a puddle of his vomit lying somewhere.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He mutters, and then sprints his way towards the hallway, his hand covering his mouth.

"Don't worry, I've got him." Drew says and stalks off to help.

I'm too busy laughing at Ethan to even notice the random guy that's approached Maddie. He has two drinks in his hands, not even bothering to stare at her face. He seems to only be focused on her tits.

He holds the drink out to her, and I don't know if she's too drunk enough to know better that it could have shit in it, but Maya isn't around. She must have gone to check on Ethan, so I push my way onto the dance floor, grabbing onto her hand to bring her towards me. "Get lost, alright?" I tell the guy. Normally I think he'd put up a fight, but he sizes me up, and in seconds he backs down.

Good choice.

"There you are." She grins seductively, gripping onto the t shirt underneath my leather jacket to pull me closer towards her. "Look how fucking sexy you look."

"I could say the same, baby." I glance down at her outfit, a smile falling onto my lips. "You look good in pink."

Essence by Wiz Kid is the next song that plays, and Maddie wastes no time hooking her arms around my neck, moving those hips side to side.

I'm not much of a dancer, but I'm having fun with her, and she makes it hard as hell not to enjoy it. I laugh when she steps away from me and rolls her hips as she turns around in a perfect circle, letting me have a full view of that sexy body.

I pull her back into me now, my large hands scraping the sides of her bodysuit, and suddenly it doesn't feel awkward anymore. Suddenly I'm dancing in synch with her completely, matching her moves and laughing my full head off when she shimmies in the cutest way possible.

Grabbing onto her hand, I start to twirl her, but she stops halfway and backs up against me. She's swaying her hips like a professional dancer, and the way her ass is feeling against me right now is making my head spin.

Jake is staring in envy from the bar, and that only makes me grin harder as I let her continue her work on me.

I trail my fingertips up her thigh against the leather, giving a gentle squeeze to her ass. My dick is hard against her, but thankfully it's so dark in here that nobody can see.

It feels like the music is pounding almost as loud as my pulse as Maddie drops her hands to her knees, rolling that ass in perfect circles on my dick. Those leather pants move down just enough for me to see a black thong underneath the lace of the bodysuit, and my god she is sexy as hell.

There's a trickle of sweat dripping down her neck, so I move those curls of hers to one side before I pull her back up against me again. I'm not one to draw things out, and I know she isn't either.

"Alright, come on."

"Where?" She pants.

I kiss her neck, sucking the skin between my teeth as she lets out a moan. "I'm going to fucking rail you in this bathroom. Now go."

She immediately nods her head, grabbing onto my hand to practically drag me off of the dance floor as I feel another smile fall onto my face.

That's what I thought.

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