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thought you were the gentlemen of the group. Clearly I was wrong.”
    I couldn’t hold in the thunderous laugh that busted out of me.
    “And you,” she said, turning her rage on me.
    I went to stand up, but the bimbo on my lap wouldn’t move. So whispering in her ear, I told her exactly what I knew she’d been waiting to hear. “Go get me another drink, then we’ll leave this place and head back to mine.”
    Sucking in her bottom lip, she copped a feel. Finding me halfway put a fire in her eyes that matched her hair. “All right, I’ll be right back,” she said breathily.
    She quickly stood and headed for the door. Little did she know that my “situation” had absolutely nothing to do with her. Caroline was still in front of Trent, when I was free to stand.
    “What about me, Kitty?” I challenged.
    Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol but her temper made them redder.
    “Don’t you ever call me out like that again! And stop calling me Kitty!”
    “Okay. Kitty,” I said, stretching my back.
    Oh shit! Her mane of blonde curls barreled toward me. I had a microsecond to react. Her shoe got caught on the uneven pavement and she was falling to the ground, fast. Taking two huge steps, I reached out and grabbed her up in my arms before she face planted. She was heavier than she looked, but I almost expected that. She had a nasty punch, and muscle like that isn’t light.
    Her legs were draped over my arm, her arms tightly around my neck. I looked down at her. The blue in her eyes was deep and rich in color. I needed to just sleep with her to get her out of my system. Once that happened, I’d move on to the next one. I can’t be hung up on one girl, that’s not what I do . Maybe once I got that redhead home, I’d be in a better mood. Fucking always put me in a better mood.
    “I’m so tired,” she grumbled in my chest. “Put me down so I can go to bed, you big jerk.”
    Her eyes were closed and I could swear I heard her snore.
    “Come on, Kitty, I’ll take you home,” I said, watching her as she tried her hardest to keep her eyes open.
    The guys were all preoccupied with the ten or so other girls that were joining us on the patio. I took advantage, snuck back inside, and carried her up the stairs to her and B’s living quarters. Her bedroom door was slightly open as I approached it. Kicking it with my foot, I opened it all the way. The door bounced off the wall behind it and closed slightly. Cringing, I glanced down, but Caroline was still passed out in my arms. Yup, she was definitely snoring.
    I took her over to the bed and gently laid her down. Deep blue eyes locked on mine as I went to move my hand from behind her neck. As she searched my face, a beam of a smile came across hers. I would have loved to know what was going on in that mind of hers.
    Lost in her features, I released my hand from her neck. I had to touch her. I had to know how soft her skin was. I ran a shaking finger down the side of her face. I’d never been so nervous to touch a woman before. I was in knots. I hadn’t noticed before, but she had small freckles that ran across the bridge of her nose and under her eyes.
    If I wasn’t straining against my jeans before, I sure as hell was now. Her hand reached up over my neck. Her fingers glided over my Adams apple and down my exposed skin. Her lips twisted with a gleam of passion. Fuck yeah, she wanted it as bad as I did . I climbed on the bed and positioned myself perfectly over her body. I felt like putty as she kept moving her hand up and down my arm.
    Oh God , I groaned inwardly. What the hell is she doing? Arching off the bed she brushed her breasts against my chest. I tried my damnedest to keep a straight face, but I knew my eyes rolled to the back of my head as her hand curled around my belt. Yanking me closer to her, she closed her eyes and sighed just loud enough for me to hear. Her legs moved under mine, and that sweet hand of hers fisted my belt tighter--
    Pain struck me