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KRIS

I lost count of how many shots we’ve had tonight. The only thing I haven’t lost count of is how many times Kam has let me touch her since our time on the dance floor.

She started slurring her words about an hour ago, and I know that means one thing.

It’s time to call it a night or she’ll be standing on the bar singing a song from Coyote Ugly as she recreates the dance.

We’ve had that happen a few too many times during our nights out.

And somehow they always ended with me in a fight with someone.

“Alright.” I take the shot from her before it touches her lips. “I think it’s time we get out of here.”

She spins, still standing between my legs, with the cutest scowl on her face. Some things don’t change at all. “That was mine,” she whines.

“I know, but we should really get out of here.” I look into her eyes.

Her bottom lip pooches out, and fuck she’s cute.

“But they haven’t even played my song yet,” she cries, leaning in to me.

And there it is. Time to go before the speakers start blaringCan’t Fight The Moonlight.

Placing my hands on her hips, I push her back gently so I can stand. I switched to water a while ago, but even still, when I throw her over my shoulder, it takes every bit of my concentration to keep us both upright when she starts flopping like a fish for me to put her down.

All it takes is one hand to her ass to halt her movements, and then I’m able to make it to the door without either of us meeting the floor beneath us.

Everyone else isn’t ready to go yet, based on how no one is following us out, which means we’ll be stuck here a while unless I can get us a ride to our cabin. I bend until Kam’s feet hit the ground before releasing her.

“Whoa.” She sways.

I react on instinct and grab her shoulders, steadying her. Her eyes collide with mine and she swallows. Damn she’s fucking beautiful.

“You good?” I ask, smiling down at her when she leans against the wall.

“Kris,” she whispers, looking into my eyes again. My shirt is pulled forward, and I hadn’t even realized she had a hold of it until this moment.

Her tongue slowly slides over her bottom lip, and I zeroed in on the movement. Everything around us fades as I watch her, feeling myself lean further into her. All I can see is her, and wanting to taste her is the only thing on my mind.

Certainly not how kissing her could screw everything up.

How kissing her could easily catapult us both back to our younger years.

Our lips are only a breath apart, her eyes are wild with need, and I am fighting like hell to not cross that line. At least not while she’s drunk.

She cuts the invisible force I am trying like hell to keep between us. Her lips press against mine, and fuck. She tastes of something fruity, and I can’t get enough of it. My tongue runs over hers, feverishly as my hands begin to slide up her body.

That little voice in my head warning me how this is going to blow up in my face if I’m not careful is screaming at me right now, but I can’t bring myself to give a damn. The only thing on my mind is Kameron, and getting her closer when my hand slides down to her ass and I lift.

The brick wall is digging into her back, and she arches against me, making me moan into her mouth with how good it feels to have her pressed against my cock with her legs wrapped around my waist.

Sounds of drunken footsteps and laughter coming closer has me pulling back abruptly. I stare at her, eyes wide still in shock that I’ve managed to stop us. Her lips are pouty, swollen from our kisses and whatever lip gloss she is wearing is now smeared across my face.

I reach up, running the back of my hand across my lips to try to scrub it away, and hope like hell my brother doesn’t notice. My dick is screaming at me for stopping, and the hurt in Kameron’s eyes makes me want to wrap her in my arms and explain everything.

But I can’t, because two seconds later the entire wedding party passes by us on their way to the bus.

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