Part 2 (2/2)

I accidentally laugh, but I quickly try to mask it. I don't want to be anything but irritated right now. Here I am, helping him carry out his intoxicated dates, and I'm still drooling over him.

I should be appalled by such a jerk. So why am I not?

I know... The drought is s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g with my rationality. That's what it has to be.

Tag d.a.m.n, this girl is heavy when she's deadweight. This is the last time I ever bring two dates to a wedding full of single women. This whole Bity and Ash thing is starting to p.i.s.s me off.

She's completely immune to all my charm. I swear she's wearing a protective amulet under her dress somewhere - though I have no idea how she could hide anything under that dress. It hugs her body too perfectly. I'm sweating for all the wrong reasons, and I can't remember a girl ever having this sort of affect on me. It's... irritating. Very irritating.

She's adorable, grunting and struggling behind me. Each time I sneak a peek at her, she gives me her best angry glare. It just makes her all the hotter, and I feel all the crazier.

Maybe once I f.u.c.k her, I'll shake whatever spell she has put on me. Perhaps I just hate the fact Bity brought the hottest girl here.

”My car is just over there,” I murmur to break the silence as we walk over the gravel of the extended parking lot.

I should have tipped the valet better. This gravel sucks. I forgot it was even back here.

”Just so you know, carrying an extra hundred pounds in heels is not too frigging easy to do on gravel,” she snarls out, but I can't help but laugh.

Her being p.i.s.sed is only turning me on more.

Vivian or Valorie-whichever one she's supporting-starts giggling as her arms drape around Ash and she bears down with all her weight as she pa.s.ses out.

I start to laugh, but then I hear a snapping sound and they both slap the gravel as Ash squeals out.

”f.u.c.k,” I blurt out while a valet rushes over.

”Can I help you?” the guy prompts.

”You can get Thing Two off of me,” Ash growls as she lays sprawled out on the ground under the crus.h.i.+ng weight of the limp girl.

Yeah... this is going to take one h.e.l.l of a recovering.

Ash already acts like she hates me. She probably will now. d.a.m.n my luck.

The valet grabs... whichever one it is I'm holding, and I rush over to scoop the other off Ash as she grumbles and groans under her breath. Another guy rushes over and takes the deadweight from my arms as I lean down to inspect the ravis.h.i.+ng dark-haired girl who is refusing to meet my gaze.

”Your heel broke,” I murmur, as if to myself, while surveying the damage done.

”Gee, you think?” she snaps while pulling the shoe off completely.

Her toes are so f.u.c.king cute. Each one is painted a color to exactly match her dress, and I smirk while bending to pick her up.

”What the h.e.l.l are you doing?” she sneers while trying to swat me away.

”You're bleeding and now you're barefoot. I'm going to carry you back to the house, and then I'm going to clean you up. It's the least I can do.”

She blinks a couple of times, and then she glances around at the sea of gravel surrounding us.

”s.h.i.+t,” she exhales while giving in to my request and wrapping her arms around my neck. ”I wouldn't be bleeding or barefoot if it wasn't for your overly showy date entourage. Really? You had to bring two drunk bimbos?”

Jealous maybe? Or am I just reading too much into her little tantrum?

Her body feels so good pressed to mine, and my eyes lock with her deep blues that seem to resemble a stormy sky.

I'm almost breathless for the first time ever. Even worse, I'm speechless. Where are all my skills when I need them? My swagger has deserted me.

Her lips part slightly, and her eyes fall to my lips, almost looking longingly at them. I can't tell if she wants me to kiss her, or if she's just f.u.c.king with me. It looks sincere though, so I decide to make my move A throat clearing interrupts our almost kiss, and I lean back while her head jerks to the front.

”Sorry, Sir, but where would you like us to take these girls?” one of the forgotten valets strains out through exhaustion, still clutching the girl to his chest.

”My car. It's right there. If one of you will-”

”What the h.e.l.l is going on?” Wren gushes as he sprints toward us.

”Well, a lot actually. I was about to give them the address to take the girls home. They don't live far from here.”

Wren's eyes narrow as Ash lets a dramatically exasperated chuckle free.

”You're sending away your dates?” Wren asks.

”Your mom might kick my a.s.s if I don't,” I say to downplay things.

I really just want a shot with Ash, and she's not really digging the whole two-date thing. Some girls would see it as a challenge, and they'd work twice as hard to gain my attention. I'm positive she's not one of those girls-unfortunately.

”Well, just let me take Ash, and you can drive them back.”

”She's bleeding. We both know how you are around blood,” I quickly interject, and he grimaces while d.a.m.n near leaping backwards.

”Right. I'll just go get Bity then,” Wren says with a gagging reaction.

”No,” she murmurs in quick objection, and my smile quirks up. ”Billy is... he's not too good with blood either. Just get me to the sidewalk. I can make it from there,” she murmurs while pointing with her eyes.

I frown. That's not why I thought she was objecting. I thought it was because she was enjoying me being with her. Her body feels so good in my arms. I know we almost kissed.

Why doesn't she want me or Bity around?

”Well, no offense, but if you're bleeding, I'd rather you were carried. I don't want blood in the house because I'll faint, and that wouldn't be very masculine,” Wren says to her while chuckling. ”Just make sure to wrap it up,” he says while turning to me.

My eyes trail down her perfectly smooth, glistening legs to the side of her ankle that holds the small slither of blood. She huffs in distaste, and I restrain a telling smile as my devious wheels begin turning with rapid excitement.

”I have no problem wrapping it up,” I say with my enigmatic grin that seems to make her blush.

Apparently she just had a scandalous thought. Finally!

”Give the boys the address, if you will. I'll take care of Ash,” I say to Wren, and he nods while quickly turning away before he catches a glimpse of red.

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