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I would have run, far and fast if not for the second thing I noticed. Handcuffs.
“What the hell?” I asked as panic gripped me in its fist.
The hand bound with his moved with mine as I lifted them between us.
“For your safety,” he said, looking like a sex God wrapped in sheets.
My eyebrow shot up as I tried to remain calm. “Safety?” I didn’t give him a chance to answer. “Take them off now.”
He sighed and sat up to lean on the headboard. “You weren’t the only one drunk last night. I had a little too much myself.”
He had the nerve to sound like it wasn’t a big deal.
“What does that have to do with anything?” I shrieked.
He lifted his arm on display, taking mine with him as if to use my exhibit against me. “I have no idea where the key is.”
Incredulous, I glared at him. “What?”
There was sadness in his eyes as he held my gaze. “Look, you were talking crazy. Something about doing the cowboy ugly. When warned you not to go, you said you’d wait until I went to sleep and sneak out. I did the only thing I could.”
I snarled at him as if that could help matters. “You handcuffed us together without a key?”
There was a shrillness in my voice I hadn’t heard before. He shrugged undeterred.
I’d done a lot of crazy things in my life, but his recount of the evening didn’t sound like me. “I can’t believe I said those things,” I said, dismissing his story.
He reached over with his free hand and tapped on his phone using his thumb. Next thing I heard was my voice from a video he played for me.
On the tiny screen a little ball of energy that unfortunately looked a lot like me gyrated while speaking.
“Giddy up, cowboy. Ride me hard or I’m going to do cowboy ugly with someone else.”
I scrubbed my left hand over my face as flames erupted. Thankfully he hit pause.
“You weren’t that drunk if you recorded me,” I accused.
Embarrassment made me sound spiteful.
“Drunk enough to ignore common sense. I knew you would regret it despite what you said.”
Horror filled me as the night remained a blank slate in my head.
“What did I say?” I asked softly, not sure I wanted to know.
I almost told him not to bother as he used his phone to cue up another video.
“Regrets. The only thing I regret is you wasting time. I want to know if that damn thing can still fit. It’s been a while.”
My voice rang loud and clear with only a little slur here and there.
“Please make it stop,” I begged.
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad,” I shouted and took a breath to calm down. “I’m pissed you recorded me. Who does that?’
“You asked me to?” He cued up something else.
“Record this. I promise you I’m of sound body and mind.”
There I was naked on video undulating as I spoke those last words. Proof he wasn’t a creep because I’d asked him to record me.
“Please delete those,” I all but whispered.
He nodded. “You regret it?”
It wasn’t a question, not really. I laughed without one ounce of humor. “Regret. How can I regret something I don’t remember?”
The dull ache between my thigh was the neon sign that we’d rounded all the bases.
“Cam.”
The voice came from the other room as a door closed. I hid as fast as I could under the covers putting it together for the first time I was in Cam’s suite. Thank god there was separation between the front door and the bedroom unlike your average hotel room.
Cam tossed the cover over my bare bottom just as the inner door opened.
“Hey, have you seen Chris?”
I gasped and not because Eddie was here in Vegas and not on an island where he should be. I came face to face with the snake charmer at half-mast. His cock was bigger than any I’d ever seen in person. Holy crap, what the hell had I done last night?
“Why?” Cam asked, probably finding it hard to lie to his baby brother. “Shouldn’t you be in the Caribbean?”
I didn’t have to see Eddie to know he was grinning ear to ear as he spoke.
“Chelsea couldn’t quite keep her hands to herself,” Eddie said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, I so don’t want to know, Bro. Besides, that’s not all she can’t keep her hands off of?”
I’d been concentrating hard to hold my body still. But Cam’s admission that Chelsea might be a gold digger did the job for me. Many, including myself, thought the same, but Eddie couldn’t see it.
“Chelsea’s not like that,” Eddie protested.
“Keep telling yourself that, little Bro. You didn’t ask her to marry you until after she claimed to be pregnant.”
Eddie had been scared, but a little excited too. We’d talked all night about what he should do. He’d claimed to love her, so I supported his decision to do what he felt was right.
