all you have to do. Focus on McKenna.”
Tag figured he might be able to do that, but as far as the moves… Well, he had none.
The video continued to play, and Tag found himself laughing hysterically. He could imagine Luke, Cole, Logan, Xander, Kane, Alex, Elijah, Shane, and Trent performing to this song. But he absolutely could not picture himself doing it. He’d look like a fucking dancing monkey.
Fuck.
“All right. Who’s ready to get this show on the road?” Xander boasted with a deep, rumbling chuckle. “Time to change.”
From that moment forward, Tag was ushered where the others wanted him to go. He managed to change into the black sweatpants and white hoodie, along with a pair of white shoes that he would never in his life have purchased for himself. He tried to ignore the anxiety that erupted in his gut.
Focus on McKenna.
Yes, that was certainly the plan.
Once everyone was dressed, they made their way back to the stage. It was no longer dark, but lit up with red lights from behind the curtain. No one was there yet, which Tag considered a good thing. He wasn’t even close to being comfortable with this.
The others were laughing and joking, although Tag didn’t find anything funny about having to get up on stage and do a strip tease for his future bride and her crazy friends. His crazy friends.
Heaven help him, this was not going to go well.
Speaking of friends… From the other side of the curtain that blocked off the backstage area, an eruption of giggles and cheers sounded, signaling the arrival of their audience.
“Y’all do know that I’ll be payin’ you back for this. In the very near future,” Tag grumbled.
“Oh, we know,” Luke said. “Lighten up a bit.”
“Someone wanna tell me what Luke’s drinkin’? Since when did he volunteer to strip for women?”
“You only live once,” Luke assured him.
Tag simply stared at the other man’s back as he retreated, heading toward the stage.
“Trent, you’re up,” Cole announced.
“I thought Xander was goin’ first,” Tag asked, confused.
“He is, but we’ll let the actor get up there and set it up.”
Great.
Just fucking great.
Tag peered around the curtain, scanning the room to see the women who’d be watching them. McKenna had a front-row seat, and the others were spread out around her. The tables had been left where they were stored, and only chairs sat in front of the stage, likely to give them more room to dance.
Right.
Like Tag knew how to fucking dance.
“You’re not nervous, are you?” Kane questioned, coming to stand beside him.
“You’re not ?” Tag retorted.
“Like Luke said, you only live once.”
Right. You only live once.
And then you die of humiliation.
<><><><>
McKenna was unable to hide her excitement. For the last hour, she’d shared a couple of drinks with her friends, laughed at their stories, and ultimately anticipated what the night would bring, still a little shocked.
The boys were going to strip.
Even the thought made her giggle as she sat at the front of the group, her chair in the center, facing the stage. The black curtains were backlit with red lighting, giving the entire area a sexy, seductive feel.
“You ready for this?” Mercedes called out from behind her.
“Absolutely,” McKenna confirmed. She was more than ready.
Her attention was drawn to the side of the stage as Trent Ramsey, the incredibly handsome and equally famous actor came waltzing out with a huge grin plastered on his face.
“Ladies,” he greeted.
A round of catcalls sounded from behind her, and McKenna laughed.
“Are y’all ready for this?”
More yelling and cheers made McKenna’s grin spread across her face. A tingle of anticipation started in her belly and worked its way throughout her body.
“Remember, no touching,” Trent said with a smirk.
Right. Like they weren’t going to touch.
He disappeared as fast as he’d come. There was movement behind the black curtain, but it was evident
Tag figured he might be able to do that, but as far as the moves… Well, he had none.
The video continued to play, and Tag found himself laughing hysterically. He could imagine Luke, Cole, Logan, Xander, Kane, Alex, Elijah, Shane, and Trent performing to this song. But he absolutely could not picture himself doing it. He’d look like a fucking dancing monkey.
Fuck.
“All right. Who’s ready to get this show on the road?” Xander boasted with a deep, rumbling chuckle. “Time to change.”
From that moment forward, Tag was ushered where the others wanted him to go. He managed to change into the black sweatpants and white hoodie, along with a pair of white shoes that he would never in his life have purchased for himself. He tried to ignore the anxiety that erupted in his gut.
Focus on McKenna.
Yes, that was certainly the plan.
Once everyone was dressed, they made their way back to the stage. It was no longer dark, but lit up with red lights from behind the curtain. No one was there yet, which Tag considered a good thing. He wasn’t even close to being comfortable with this.
The others were laughing and joking, although Tag didn’t find anything funny about having to get up on stage and do a strip tease for his future bride and her crazy friends. His crazy friends.
Heaven help him, this was not going to go well.
Speaking of friends… From the other side of the curtain that blocked off the backstage area, an eruption of giggles and cheers sounded, signaling the arrival of their audience.
“Y’all do know that I’ll be payin’ you back for this. In the very near future,” Tag grumbled.
“Oh, we know,” Luke said. “Lighten up a bit.”
“Someone wanna tell me what Luke’s drinkin’? Since when did he volunteer to strip for women?”
“You only live once,” Luke assured him.
Tag simply stared at the other man’s back as he retreated, heading toward the stage.
“Trent, you’re up,” Cole announced.
“I thought Xander was goin’ first,” Tag asked, confused.
“He is, but we’ll let the actor get up there and set it up.”
Great.
Just fucking great.
Tag peered around the curtain, scanning the room to see the women who’d be watching them. McKenna had a front-row seat, and the others were spread out around her. The tables had been left where they were stored, and only chairs sat in front of the stage, likely to give them more room to dance.
Right.
Like Tag knew how to fucking dance.
“You’re not nervous, are you?” Kane questioned, coming to stand beside him.
“You’re not ?” Tag retorted.
“Like Luke said, you only live once.”
Right. You only live once.
And then you die of humiliation.
<><><><>
McKenna was unable to hide her excitement. For the last hour, she’d shared a couple of drinks with her friends, laughed at their stories, and ultimately anticipated what the night would bring, still a little shocked.
The boys were going to strip.
Even the thought made her giggle as she sat at the front of the group, her chair in the center, facing the stage. The black curtains were backlit with red lighting, giving the entire area a sexy, seductive feel.
“You ready for this?” Mercedes called out from behind her.
“Absolutely,” McKenna confirmed. She was more than ready.
Her attention was drawn to the side of the stage as Trent Ramsey, the incredibly handsome and equally famous actor came waltzing out with a huge grin plastered on his face.
“Ladies,” he greeted.
A round of catcalls sounded from behind her, and McKenna laughed.
“Are y’all ready for this?”
More yelling and cheers made McKenna’s grin spread across her face. A tingle of anticipation started in her belly and worked its way throughout her body.
“Remember, no touching,” Trent said with a smirk.
Right. Like they weren’t going to touch.
He disappeared as fast as he’d come. There was movement behind the black curtain, but it was evident
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