The Firefighter Meets His Match (Red Hot Reunions Book 4) Read Online Free
Author: Jessie Evans
hats.”
Maddie grinned. “It all awaits you inside, my sweet baby-sister-to-be.” She turned in her seat, seeing the rest of the ladies in the van grinning, umbrellas already in hand. “We ready to make a dash for the door?”
The women let out an enthusiastic whoop as Kitty reached for the sliding door and the party dashed through the hammering rain toward the bar. They made it into the cool darkness of The Horse and Rider without anyone slipping on the sidewalk and ten minutes later were ensconced in a gigantic circular booth, sipping pink Lady Slippers while Faith opened her party gifts and Ghost Town Double Wide—the Rider’s house band—played a set of girl-power-inspired country songs.
Melody March, the lead singer for the band, was amazing on stage and by the time Ghost Town neared the end of their set, the entire party was dancing in the middle of the floor, shimmying and shaking while couples wheeled around them, grinning at the women cutting loose. Even Faith—in a bright orange construction cone hat that warned “caution, bachelorette on the loose”—was up and moving to the music with a big grin on her face, a fact Maddie considered a major triumph after hearing Faith talk about how much she hated dancing for the past three weeks.
And then the band took a break, the curtain on the stage closed, and the bar backs hustled out to set up platforms that extended from the center of the stage and would serve as the makeshift catwalk.
“Oh my God,” Faith said, already blushing as the girls crowded around her, ushering her to the end of the catwalk, where a chair had been set up in her honor. “I have to sit up on stage?”
“You’re the woman of honor,” Maddie said, shooing her up onto the catwalk.
“I’m going to die of embarrassment!” Faith cast a panicked glance over her shoulder, but before Maddie could respond, Willy John, owner of The Horse and Rider, spoke out over the sound system—
“Ladies and gentleman, you were told when you entered the bar tonight that there would be some very special, adult-only entertainment on display this evening,” he said, the humor in his voice leaving no doubt how amused he was to be hosting male strippers for the first time in The Rider’s history. “So get ready to put your hands together for The Johnsons, here to help Faith Miller celebrate her bachelorette party! Congratulations, Faith!”
CHAPTER THREE
Maddie
The room burst into applause, feminine shouts, and a few enthusiastic whoops from the more intoxicated patrons.
As the lights went down and the ruckus grew increasingly loud, Willy John’s voice—offering the male patrons a safe haven in the back room where the game was on—was almost too faint to be heard.
Club music thumped through the room, a stark contrast to the country western that had echoed through the space before. Moments later, the curtain parted with a whoosh and a cowboy clad in nothing but a speedo, chaps, and a cowboy hat came strutting across the stage and down the catwalk. Women crowded around both sides of the platforms as the cowboy wiggled and writhed, stopping to do a few pushups halfway down the catwalk and let one of the bolder members of the audience feel his flexed bicep.
By the time he reached Faith, she was laughing so hard her chair was shaking. And when the cowboy ripped off his chaps with an enthusiastic thrust of his pelvis, Faith covered her mouth and giggled even harder, making the cowboy grin as he did a dance just for her.
He kept to his word, however, and made no bodily contact with the bachelorette, and a good thing, too. Judging from how red Faith’s face was getting, she would have spontaneously combusted if the man had actually touched her.
The cowboy was followed by a construction worker, a cop—who was a gymnast as well as a truly amazing dancer—an Egyptian Pharaoh, and a firefighter who did some very interesting things with the hose he carried as a prop. Faith giggled the entire time
Maddie grinned. “It all awaits you inside, my sweet baby-sister-to-be.” She turned in her seat, seeing the rest of the ladies in the van grinning, umbrellas already in hand. “We ready to make a dash for the door?”
The women let out an enthusiastic whoop as Kitty reached for the sliding door and the party dashed through the hammering rain toward the bar. They made it into the cool darkness of The Horse and Rider without anyone slipping on the sidewalk and ten minutes later were ensconced in a gigantic circular booth, sipping pink Lady Slippers while Faith opened her party gifts and Ghost Town Double Wide—the Rider’s house band—played a set of girl-power-inspired country songs.
Melody March, the lead singer for the band, was amazing on stage and by the time Ghost Town neared the end of their set, the entire party was dancing in the middle of the floor, shimmying and shaking while couples wheeled around them, grinning at the women cutting loose. Even Faith—in a bright orange construction cone hat that warned “caution, bachelorette on the loose”—was up and moving to the music with a big grin on her face, a fact Maddie considered a major triumph after hearing Faith talk about how much she hated dancing for the past three weeks.
And then the band took a break, the curtain on the stage closed, and the bar backs hustled out to set up platforms that extended from the center of the stage and would serve as the makeshift catwalk.
“Oh my God,” Faith said, already blushing as the girls crowded around her, ushering her to the end of the catwalk, where a chair had been set up in her honor. “I have to sit up on stage?”
“You’re the woman of honor,” Maddie said, shooing her up onto the catwalk.
“I’m going to die of embarrassment!” Faith cast a panicked glance over her shoulder, but before Maddie could respond, Willy John, owner of The Horse and Rider, spoke out over the sound system—
“Ladies and gentleman, you were told when you entered the bar tonight that there would be some very special, adult-only entertainment on display this evening,” he said, the humor in his voice leaving no doubt how amused he was to be hosting male strippers for the first time in The Rider’s history. “So get ready to put your hands together for The Johnsons, here to help Faith Miller celebrate her bachelorette party! Congratulations, Faith!”
CHAPTER THREE
Maddie
The room burst into applause, feminine shouts, and a few enthusiastic whoops from the more intoxicated patrons.
As the lights went down and the ruckus grew increasingly loud, Willy John’s voice—offering the male patrons a safe haven in the back room where the game was on—was almost too faint to be heard.
Club music thumped through the room, a stark contrast to the country western that had echoed through the space before. Moments later, the curtain parted with a whoosh and a cowboy clad in nothing but a speedo, chaps, and a cowboy hat came strutting across the stage and down the catwalk. Women crowded around both sides of the platforms as the cowboy wiggled and writhed, stopping to do a few pushups halfway down the catwalk and let one of the bolder members of the audience feel his flexed bicep.
By the time he reached Faith, she was laughing so hard her chair was shaking. And when the cowboy ripped off his chaps with an enthusiastic thrust of his pelvis, Faith covered her mouth and giggled even harder, making the cowboy grin as he did a dance just for her.
He kept to his word, however, and made no bodily contact with the bachelorette, and a good thing, too. Judging from how red Faith’s face was getting, she would have spontaneously combusted if the man had actually touched her.
The cowboy was followed by a construction worker, a cop—who was a gymnast as well as a truly amazing dancer—an Egyptian Pharaoh, and a firefighter who did some very interesting things with the hose he carried as a prop. Faith giggled the entire time
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