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“No,” I snapped, lunging for her again.

Cash’s deep laugh filled my ears as he bent down and hoisted me over his shoulder. I let out a shriek as he walked me past the bar and through the doors to the gravel parking lot.

“Put me down!” I shouted, pounding on his back.

“Not until you take a deep breath,” he said, landing a slap to my ass.

I raised my hands in the air and stopped screaming.

“I’m calm, okay?”

Cash stopped in front of Walker’s truck and placed me so I was sitting on the open tailgate.

When I looked up at him, I expected to see disappointment or anger at my outburst, but he looked back at me with nothing but desire.

Cash stepped between my legs and cupped my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. He looked edible tonight. Usually I died for the man in a cowboy hat, but tonight he was wearing a backward baseball, and I loved it. Between the hat, the rough scruff on his jaw, and the white shirt that was too tight on his arms, I was swooning.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked, trying to back away from his grip as he tightened it around the back of my neck.

“Mad?” Cash laughed. “Baby, that was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

33

NO FUCKING IN THE HOT TUB

CASH

Paige Brooks was so fucking hot.

When I heard the glass crash to the ground, I knew there was a fight about to break out. My ears were trained for the telltale signs of a brawl. Color me surprised to find my wife toe to toe with a townie defending my honor.

My wife. The word sounded better and better the more I thought about it.

I gazed down at Paige as she bit her lip. “Hot, huh?”

“Yeah, Pip, it drove me fucking nuts,” I said, leaning in closer so my mouth hovered just above hers. “But please, don’t go getting into fights often because I’d hate to have to cover up a murder when someone lays hands on you.”

Paige burst into giggles. “I won’t, I promise. I’m more of a lover.”

She leaned forward and pressed her lips onto mine slowly—sinfully. My hands snaked around her waist as I pulled her flush against me. I nipped at her bottom lip and she smiled against me before opening her mouth for me to sweep my tongue inside.

She moaned, which made me suddenly aware that we were out in public. Her moans were mine, and mine alone.

“Let’s go home,” I said against her mouth.

“Please,” she whined, fisting my shirt.

“Wait here.” I kissed her quickly and ran back into the bar.

Walker handed his keys over without argument when I said Paige needed to go home. Luckily, we all figured the girls would be too drunk to drive so Owen had driven separately from us.

I ran back out to Paige and opened the passenger door. She hopped off the truck bed and closed it before skipping over to me. Once she was buckled in, I closed her door and rounded the hood to slide in behind the wheel.

“Why are you covered in paint?” Paige asked as I pulled out of the parking lot.

I hummed, placing a hand on her knee. “Reid’s idea of a bachelor party was a brutal paintball fight.”

Paige smirked at me. “And here I was thinking I’d be the one who went away for murder the second a stripper touched you tonight. I have no complaints that this is your idea of a bachelor party.”