The Rocker That Needs Me(21)

“Dude, I can’t believe you’re getting married and we don’t get to do the bachelor party thing. I’ve been looking forward to this since Layla whipped your ass into saying you love her.” Jesse gave him a glare, but Shane pretended not to notice. “Come on, man. Give us tonight and you can marry her in the morning.”

“No. I’m not spending another night without her as my wife. You fuckers can go out and pretend I’m hiding in the bathroom or something.” Jesse tossed a biscuit at Shane’s head. “Leave me out of it.”

“It won’t be any fun without you,” Shane whined. “You know Nik won’t join us, and Drake doesn’t do parties anymore.”

“Poor little thing.” Layla laughed. “I’m sure you can find some kind of debauchery to get into on your own. It’s Vegas, the City of Sin. Sin and Shane go hand in hand.”

I rolled my eyes at my brother. “I’ll go with you.”

“Really?” Shane looked excited again. “You won’t bail on me for Lana?”

“I promise.” I guess I had been doing just that lately. Maybe Shane and I needed some quality brother time. Of course, when it came to my brother that usually meant strippers or hookers, or something else that involved women with as few clothes as possible.



Lana

As soon as Lucy was home from her sleepover, we all packed the Escalade. It had room for seven, but with the baby’s seat and three extra people, Shane decided to take his car too. Despite the rocky start to my morning, I climbed in the cramped backseat of the disgustingly expensive, sex on wheels car.

With Shane behind the wheel and Drake riding shotgun, I wondered if I would make it to Vegas in one piece. Still, they had me laughing, and the five hour trip seemed to fly by. We pulled up to the hotel, jamming to some rock music that I had gotten to like over the last five hours. Shane had insisted on listening to the same songs over and over again until I knew every song by heart.

Nik pulled in behind us just as a valet took Shane’s keys. Emmie, efficient as always, had us checked in and in our rooms in less than fifteen minutes. Jesse and Layla got the honeymoon suite on the top floor while the rest of us were on the same floor. Drake took the room next to mine and Lucy’s, and Shane opted for the one at the end of the hall. Nik and Emmie got the one a few rooms over.

I loved our room. Lucy, hyped up from having to spend so long in a vehicle, was jumping on one of the queen sized beds while I took a minute to look out the window at the Strip. It was beautiful in the evening light, and I couldn’t help but stare down at it in wonder.

A connecting door led into Drake’s room, and I knocked twice before he answered. He had a tooth brush in his hand, probably to get the taste of Red Bull out of his mouth since he and his brother had chugged several each on the drive.

“Hey, neighbor.” I grinned up at him as I made myself at home in his room, which was an exact copy of my own except his bed was a king where mine had two queens.

“You should be getting ready,” he called from the bathroom where he was rinsing out his mouth. “Aren’t you supposed to be meeting Layla and Em downstairs to go dress shopping?”

I sighed. “Are you trying to get rid of me, Drake?”

“Of course not. I just don’t want you to keep the bride waiting.” He stuck his head out of the bathroom. “You seriously need a nap, Angel. You’re starting to sound like a cranky bitch. It started just outside of the Nevada state line.”

I gave him the finger and turned toward my room. “Nice. I’ll talk to you later, asshole.”

Strong arms wrapped around my waist before I could reach the door. “Don’t leave mad,” he murmured against my ear. My shiver was involuntary, making my entire body come alive. “I’m sorry I called you a bitch...” he kissed the back of my head “...but you have been cranky.”

I closed my eyes. He was right. I had been cranky. The events from the night before and this morning kept replaying in my head, and I wanted to hit something. I had been stupid and now I was paying for that stupidity.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” I leaned into him for another few seconds before pulling away. “I’ll try to do better,” I promised, shooting him a forced smile over my shoulder.

Lucy and I met Layla and Emmie downstairs. There was plenty of time to shop for dresses since Layla wasn’t looking for the typical wedding dress. “Just something beautiful,” was her only requirement.

Emmie, having been to Vegas a few times, knew some really good boutiques that didn’t cater to the trashy and nasty. We all found something pretty to wear, except for Lucy. She required an additional stop. I loved Emmie’s silver dress. It ended about mid-thigh and showed off her milk filled breasts beautifully. My own was a shimmery blue that was a little more conservative in length but just as daring at the bust. I had them and tonight I wanted to make sure that Drake realized I had them too.