Drunk Girl's Fantasies Bundle: 3 Short Story Collection (Restless, Reckless & Rowdy) (The Intoxicating Trio) by Lily Evans

fingertip down the slope of my nose and his head cocks to one side.
    “Fuck,” I cry pushing at his chest so roughly I find myself precariously off balance on my excessively high heels as he releases me with a wicked chuckle.  Glancing at the stage, I see the band smiling at me, one member in particular tapping his watch.  “Fuck.”  I push my way through the crowd almost laughing out loud when I hear Georgia say to Foster, “So who are your friends?” 
    Just to grab his attention, I trot back to him and he lifts his brow as I rise up on my tiptoes and rub his head before placing a kiss on his lips.  “For luck!”  I call, barely getting out of his reach as he tries to grab my wrist.  Glancing over my shoulder, I blow him a kiss and he grins so I know I’m in trouble. 
    You only live once, right?
    Just to get back at him, the last song in our final set is Adam Lambert’s “For Your Entertainment.”  I love the sound of the whip and the theme.  It’s sexy and hot and I’m in the mood to make Foster squirm just as he’s done to me.  I work the mic, rubbing and running my hands up and down the stand.  I spread out my right leg and bend my left knee raising my skirt to all new dangerous levels.  Rising up I run my right hand up my thigh as I stand.  I catwalk across the stage, working the crowd until my back is pressing up against my guitar player.  He knows what I want him to do, so he presses his back to mine so that I can squat and rise lowering my head and tossing my hair, throwing back my head as I scream. 
    I don’t know how I know, but I can hear Foster’s laugh at my song choice all the way up on the stage and my insides go all warm and fuzzy as the crowded club roars with applause and praise. 
    “Thanks guys!” I say into the microphone.  “You’re always awesome!”  I hold up both hands.  “Love ya, see ya next week.”  Everything goes black as I turn and walk quickly off the stage waving at the crowd turning in time to press my palms against Foster’s hard stomach.  My head flies up, my eyes widen, my mouth falls open. 
    “Entertain me , darlin’.”  His hands span my waist, his thumbs touching at my navel, his meaning clear. 
    I take two steps back.  “I’m tired.”  I fake a yawn into my hand.
    His gaze grows more intense.  “You will be, sweetheart, ’cause I’m gonna wear you slap out.” 
    I squeal loudly as he curls his long fingers around my wrist, bends at the waist with his shoulder to my belly, and heaves me up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold and carries down the stairs.  “I’m tired of you tossin’ out your teasing glances for weeks on end.  I’m gonna do something about it.”  He says it in such a matter-of-fact way that I don’t know what to think and I definitely can’t think of a valid comeback.  Truthfully, I want exactly what he’s throwing at me.
    “Hey,” I squeal again as I pound lightly on his back.  “Let me down.” 
    “Not on your life.”  His large hand covers the important parts of my ass so I’m not flashing too much to too many people.  The warmth of his palm on my practically naked derriere feels delicious and I have to squeeze my legs together to ease the flagrant and sudden ache.
    A nervous giggle bubbles up in my throat.  I can’t believe he’s carrying me through the club.  I pound on his back some more, not hard.  I don’t want to hurt him.  I giggle some more at the absurd idea that I think I could possibly hurt him.  “Someone will see us,” I hiss into his back.
    “I don’t give a fuck.”  And the tone of his voice proves that to be true.
    I clear my throat.  “I work here,” I add hoping that will help him see reason.
    “So do I,” he quickly counters.
    Okay, that’s true.  He does work here as well.  “Where are you taking me?”  My voice wavers slightly.  This is definitely the last place I thought I’d find myself tonight, slung o ver some caveman’s