1. Chapter 1

"I love dick!" I shout.

My dance partner's eyes flick to the dildo crown atop my head. "Honey, I can tell."

"Wanna lick?" I ask, holding out my candy necklace. It, too, is made of dicks. Tiny ones in all sorts of colors.

The guy grins, but before I can feed him one of my sugar penises, I'm spun away.

"Shit," I mutter, stumbling a step before strong hands steady me. Recognition kicks in immediately. "Teddy! I know you. Hey, open up. Not for anything weird, I swear. I just wanna put a dick on your tongue."

"You're wasted," Teddy says, his tone stern even as there's a smile on his face.

"You're lovely," I counter.

Teddy's eyebrows rise, and he grabs hold of my hand, leading me off the dance floor. The guy I was twerking with tries to come along, but Teddy shakes his head in a clear nuh-uh gesture.

I'm pretty sure the cockblock should irritate me, not make me all warm and gooey inside, but I can't find it in me to care. Not when Teddy's big hand is wrapped so securely around my own.

"Why haven't we fucked?" I ask him.

Teddy glances at me over his shoulder, but he doesn't have time to respond before we're arriving at the bar. Teddy plops me onto a stool and flags down the bartender, and a minute later, there's a cold bottle of water in my hand.

"Drink," he says.

I do. Not because Teddy told me to, but because I'm thirsty. That's the only reason.

"You didn't answer my question," I point out when my water is gone.

Teddy leans close, something spicy and sweet hitting my nose with his proximity. He smells good enough to lick several times over. "We're not having this conversation while you're drunk," he says.

"Boo," I reply, but then I notice how low-cut his shirt is. "Your chest is so nice. I like it a lot."

"That so?" he asks. I get the sense he's laughing at me, but it feels like a nice laugh, so I roll with it.

"Mhm. I like your cock, too, even though you've never let me have it." And whoops. Niko would call that an inside thought.

Teddy leans close again, causing my pulse to hitch. "You've never asked."

"What?" I practically shout. "That can't be true."

I've known Teddy for over a year and a half at this point, even though we've never been particularly close. He works with my bestie Niko, aka Adonis, at Elite 8 Studios, hence my having seen his very nice cock. The man makes beautiful porn. That thick frame, hairy chest, his massive arms, even bigger thighs, and the long, cut dick that could easily fuck me into next Thursday? Yeah, sign me up.

"Surely I've asked," I say. Why wouldn't I have? Teddy is plain hot, and I've had a lowkey crush on him since we met.

He shakes his head, his face so very close to mine. Probably because of how far I'm leaning off my stool.

"But you're so pretty," I say, stroking his beard.

He snorts, his big brown eyes crinkling at the corners. "And you're drunk."

"Not that drunk," I defend, nearly slipping off my perch. Teddy catches me before I can fall to the floor.

"Yes, that drunk," he says, shaking his head. His voice is almost too low to hear when he adds, "What am I going to do with you, Kipp?"

I open my mouth to tell him anything with his dick and my face would be fine, but then a drink is being set in front of me on the bar. "From the guy in the red shirt," the bartender says before walking off.

I turn and, upon finding Mr. Red Shirt, wave exuberantly. "Thanks!" I call.

The man grins, but when I turn back to my drink, it's gone.

"You're cut off," Teddy says.

I gape as he downs the drink himself, setting the empty glass on the bar top once he's done. "Dude, you can't do that. You're not my dad."

The look Teddy gives me has me stilling in my seat, my hair standing on end and every muscle in my body freezing. It only lasts a second, that searing gaze, and then Teddy blinks and looks away. But that one second is enough to have my breath coming short.

"Hey," a voice says near my ear. I turn, and Mr. Red Shirt is standing there. "I saw your friend take your drink. Can I buy you another?"

"He's not interested," Teddy says, unceremoniously tugging me off my stool and dragging me away from the bar.

I follow, voice lost and dick confusingly hard.

"Kipper!" someone calls. A second later, a small, blonde human collides into me. I grab hold of Alex, another Elite 8 performer who goes by Tink, and laugh when he snags a dick off my necklace.

"Mind your teeth," I tell him.

He grins rakishly at me, chomping down on the candy. "I was looking for you guys. C'mon. We're doing blowjobs."

"We're doing what now?" I ask, grinning wildly as I follow. Teddy's hand pulls against my own for a second before he walks after me.

Alex sends me a wink. "Shots, boo."

As promised, there's a large tray of whipped-cream-topped shots on the table Alex leads us to. The rest of our party is already there, most of them porn stars. We're out celebrating Cas's—or Himbo's—departure from the studio, as well as his boyfriend, Jason, becoming a nurse. Honestly, I don't know either well, but I heard the words party bus, and I was in.

Niko sends me an up-nod when we reach the table, and I lean across Dixon, his boyfriend, to give him a hug. Dixon, who goes by Dix, grumbles the entire time.

"Having fun?" Niko asks when I step back, his eyes smiling.

"So much fun," I assure him just as Alex calls out a toast.

"To swallowing!" the blonde says.

There's a collective cheer, and everyone goes for their shots. Before I have a chance to show off my incredible blowjob skills, Teddy snags my drink right out from under me. I watch, eyes wide, as he swiftly downs the shot, followed by his own.

"You're gonna be drunk soon, too, if you keep that up," I say, reaching over to run my finger along his lip where a small dollop of whipped cream lingers.

Teddy's chest rises as I bring the sweetened finger to my tongue. Our eyes catch. Hold.

"Time to dance!" Alex shouts.

Heart thundering, I break Teddy's gaze and grab a spare shot off the table. Before he can stop me, I toss it back and take off after Alex, snickering all the while. My mind is wonderfully hazy as I get lost in the sea of bodies on the dance floor, ignoring everything but the undulating wave around me and the music pulsing through my ears. It doesn't even register at first that the big hands holding tight to my hips are familiar.

When I open my eyes, Teddy is watching me with a hawk-like intensity. He leans close, his lips brushing my ear. "You need a keeper."

"You could keep me," I suggest, grinding a little—maybe a lot—against Teddy's leg.

His fingers spasm on my hips. "Don't tempt me, Kipp."

"I want to tempt you," I counter, past the point of caring about my loose tongue. "Why haven't we fucked?"

He closes his eyes for a beat, looking almost pained. "I don't want to fuck you, Kipp."

"No?" I ask, disappointment hitting hard. I could have sworn…

"I want to own you."

What little breath I have left in my lungs punches free, leaving me dizzy. And painfully aroused. "No one's stopping you."

Teddy shakes his head, the intensity in his gaze fading like a sunset. "Tell you what. Ask me again when you're sober."

"I will," I promise.

"We'll see."

I don't know what to make of that—any of it—but I see a tray of neon-colored shooters nearby, and my attention gets waylaid. "Fuck yeah. Tiny science experiments." I wave down the server, and after forking over some cash, she hands me a shot. Teddy grabs it from my hand, downing the bright pink liquid before I can utter a protest. "Dude. You can't keep that up all night."

"Watch me," he says, setting the empty shooter back on the tray.

Well, fine then. If Teddy is so determined to be my watchdog, I'll give him a show he won't forget.

The muscles in his cheek twitch as I take a step back and start dancing again, tugging up my shirt enough for him to see the bottom of my stomach. I raise an eyebrow in invitation, one Teddy easily accepts. He closes the distance between us and spins me around, holding tight to my stomach as his crotch nestles against my ass.

Yesss.

This is good. Very good. I'll drive Teddy so wild he won't be able to resist me the next time we meet. He won't keep a respectable distance like he usually does at these Elite 8 gatherings. I won't catch his eyes on me only for them to slide away in indifference. He'll want me; I'll make sure of it. And then, maybe, he'll keep me. Or, no, fuck me. Yeah, then he'll fuck me.

I give myself a mental high five. It's a brilliant plan. Absolutely bulletproof. And okay, maybe I am a little drunk, but people get drunk in Vegas all the damn time.

Seriously, what could go wrong?