Page 50 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

“Well, whatever it is, you’re going to take your butt over there and hang out with them while I get the rest of this discussion done.Then I’m going to come get you and we’ll go up the back stairs so that you can start stripping on our way up.”

“You realize that I could just excuse myself to use the bathroom and get myself off quick, right?”she said.“I mean, I could be back down in front of that fireplace, telling tall tales and drinking beer with your familyandfeeling pretty damned good in my lady parts and you’d never even know.”

He bent and put his mouth next to her ear.“If anyone gives you an orgasm other than me—and that includesyou—I’m going to take you upstairs, tie you to my bed, and take you right to the edge of orgasm, but deny you, ten times before I let you come.You understand?”

That hot shiver went through her again.That all sounded great, actually.Except for the denying part.People didn’t deny her things.“Those fucking shoes are really deceiving,” she told him.“They are so not hot, but all of that…damn.”

“God, you’re thinking that being tied up might be okay, aren’t you?”he said with a short laugh.“I really do have my hands full here, don’t I?”

“You really have no idea.”

“I think I know better than you think.”

She was afraid he might be right.

“Teddy!”Bennett called.“Can Kennedy hang out with you all for a bit?”

“Of course!”his uncle called back.

She narrowed her eyes as she looked up at him.Now that Teddy was expecting her, she couldn’t slip off upstairs and do anything.“Just for that, I’m going to get your family really drunk playing Flip Cup.”

She saw the flicker of “oh shit” on his face.He’d played the drinking game with the Landrys once.He’d truly regretted everything about it the next morning.And well into the next afternoon.

“Not sure they know how,” he hedged.

“It’s not really rocket science.”

He sighed.“So the longer I keep you waiting on the orgasm, the drunker and louder and more obnoxious things are going to get out here?”

She shrugged.“Pretty much.”

Bennett groaned.“Maybe I can put the governor off.”

“Oh no” she said, shaking off his hand.“You made your choice.”

If he was going to mess with her, she was going to give it back.Tenfold.That’s how the Landrys did stuff.

“I’ve actually lost you for a while, haven’t I?”

She did love Flip Cup.And she kind of wanted to get Maria’s family drunk.She was just that petty.“You go fix the environment,” she said, waving her hand toward the house.“That’s your thing.This”—She pointed at the party that was just starting up on the other end of the patio—“is my thing.”

He gave her a quick kiss and then headed for the house.

For just a second, Kennedy felt a twinge ofwell, fuck.She definitely knew how to tell ghost stories and play Flip Cup.And about a dozen other drinking games.She was also incredibly good at corn hole and pool.Not exactly stellar credentials to be bragging about though.Bennett was going off to talk to the governor of Georgia about environmental policies while she went to flip plastic cups upside down…and get drunk.

Well, everyone had their thing, she supposed.And she was going to try not to compare her thing to Bennett’s.They were complete opposites.She’d always known that.That was obvious to every single person here tonight.Bennett’s things were big and important and mattered.Whether he liked it or not, he had opinions and ideas that important people wanted to hear.Maybe even needed to hear.

Yeah, they just really didn’t have a lot in common.No oneneededto hear about the buried treasure of Louisiana.

As she headed for the patio, she realized that having an excuse to drink a lot just then was really perfect.Because that would maybe help hernotthink about how Flip Cup and buried treasure really wasn’t a thing.Or that she really didn’t have a thing at all.

“Okay,” she said, as she stepped up onto the patio and kicked her shoes off.“I’m going to need eight solo cups, some vanilla vodka, a speaker to hook my phone to, and seven people who aren’t afraid to have some fun.”

“Vanilla vodka?”Teddy asked.

“Don’t tell me they don’t have it,” she said.“I tasted it in the strawberry punch.”And it had been delicious.

“Isn’t that a little lightweight for a bayou girl?”Teddy teased.

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