Infinite by Angela Graham

Chapter 1
    “Did you seriously just take a picture?” I shouted over the raucous music and lewd hollering.
    “All about the memories!” Hilary squeaked, snapping another memento of my humiliation with her phone before shifting her attention to the coordinator of the night’s event, Julia.
    “We’re screwed,” I grumbled, sipping my beer, unable to look away from the scene she’d captured.
    Julia was leaning over our table, giddy and high on nothing but life and half-naked men—particularly the one pouring a shot down her chest for his waiting mouth, his tongue swirling at her navel. She had not a care in the world, and was living up every second with this too-sexy-for-his-own-good stripper.
    “Now that’s hot!” Hilary yelled over the music.
    Julia leapt forward, lowering the tiny tee Logan would kill her for wearing back over her stomach. “And that never leaves here!”
    My head couldn’t nod in agreement fast enough.
    “Think he likes you,” I said, watching the stud saunter back with another shot. “He knows you’re not legal to drink, right?”
    “Did it look like I was doing the drinking?” Julia threw back before moving to meet him halfway.
    Hilary and I exchanged a look. Was it my business? No. Was I ready to drag Julia out of there and send her home to Luke? You bet your ass.
    “She’s young and having some harmless fun,” Hilary cut through my transparent thought. “Leave it alone. Besides, for all we know Luke is face deep in tits right now himself.”
    My eyes rolled back, despite my brewing internal debate. I applauded whoever thought bachelorette parties were a good idea, but bachelor parties? Not so much. Men running in packs rarely ends well, with moral codes and sensitivity being tossed out the window the second an ass swings in their face or twirls around a pole. Luke swore it was “just a poker game” in the city—the same city that was Logan’s stomping ground a little over a year ago.
    I needed another drink.
    “Come on, relax!” Hilary smacked my arm. “You’re insulting your man right now.”
    “I didn’t even say anything!” I burst out, playing coy.
    “Best-friend intuition,” she replied, making a “duh” face. “I know what you’re thinking, and Logan would spank your ass for it. Besides, he’s not the one coming home to a whale of a fiancée.” Hilary’s hand settled over her stomach, and I smiled. “Now stop with the prudish bullshit and admit it, these guys are hot, and you want another drink!”
    “Fine. But you look gorgeous, and Caleb loves you knocked up. If anything, he’s sitting back laughing at the other guys making asses of themselves tonight.”
    “You’re probably right. But being unable to see my own panties at the end of the day is depressing, so show me some love by helping me up. I’m gonna test fate and attempt to dance. You gonna spot me?”
    I stood up and held out my arms. “Another water first?”
    “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I hit the hydration quota Caleb gave me. But I’m tired of walking to the bathroom, so come on.”
    We’d barely moved before Hilary muttered “Uh oh” and stepped back, sliding down into her chair.
    “You okay?” My voice couldn’t hide the panic instantly surging up within me, but the second my eyes found hers, any worry on my face was replaced with a goofy grin.
    “You the bachelorette?” a half-naked man, donned in only a silky red tie and black G-string, asked as he dipped low and gyrated his ass against my front.
    “N-no,” I stammered while attempting to retreat. But this only forced me back into my seat, my face then front and center on his package.
    “You sure about that?” he asked, staring down with one brow cocked.
    “Yes, yes she is!” Hilary exclaimed, clapping her hands.
    “What?” My eyes grew wide. “No, that’s her!” I pointed at Hilary, then leaned over to ask her, “What the hell are you doing? It’s your bachelorette party. As the maid of honor, my duties