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Keith coughed out a laugh, shaking his head, completely unfazed by her enthusiastic declarations since a drunk Carrie was always a horny Carrie. He shook his head at Jack. “She always says things like this. But the follow through is shit. She'll be passed out and snoring as soon as I get her in the front seat."
I giggled, and Jack’s laughter floated over me. I glanced up, a little dazed at how gorgeous he looked with that wide grin.
A smile like that should be illegal. Or come with a warning. Because it was hazardous to your ovaries for sure.
“A warning label, huh?” he smirked, wrapping his arms around me. Shoot, I’d said that out loud.
“You’re still saying it out loud,” Keith said as Carrie tried to grab his dick.
“Whoa girl,” he said, holding her hands above her head.
“Just like that, daddy,” she purred, and Keith’s cheeks went scarlet.
“Okay, it’s time to get you home,” he murmured, leaning down to whisper something against her ear that had Carrie melting against him.
Keith’s gaze suddenly went wide. “Holy fuck. You’re Jack Cameron! From the Devils! I’m a huge fucking fan, man.”
Oh yeah, I’d forgotten he was famous for a minute.
For a minute…he’d just felt like mine.
Jack’s hand squeezed my hip, like he’d just read my mind.
“Nice to meet you, man,” Jack said, making no move to release me.
Keith glanced at me...and then at Jack’s hand on my hip. “Ummm, Kennedy…you need a ride?”
"She's fine. I'll make sure she gets home safely,” Jack murmured before I could say anything.
I stared up at him in shock, but he had the audacity to just wink at me.
“Kennedy?” Keith asked, even as Carrie started to do a weird dry humping thing against his leg.
“I’m—I’m good to go with him,” I answered as his fingers started to trail across the skin peeking out between my shirt and my jeans.
I shivered as Carrie lifted a fist and yelled, “That’s my girl! Get some hot hockey dick!”
Keith’s eyes widened. “I’m so sorry,” he mouthed to Jack as he led Carrie towards the door. A couple of stumbling steps in, and he swept her up in his arms.
“They’re perfect together,” I murmured, right beforeIwas suddenly lifted up into a pair of strong arms.
“What are you doing?” I asked…as I nuzzled into Jack’s hard chest.
“Didn’t want to be shown up,” he said, with another one of those dangerous winks that had my traitorous pussy flooding.
Somehow holding me with one arm, Jack dug in his pocket and pulled out a few hundred dollar bills. He tossed them on the counter and gave a head nod to the staring bartender before starting for the door.
I should definitely make him put me down.
Definitely. Definitely.
But when the door opened and the cool night air hit my skin, I decided I could stay in his arms…just for a little while longer.
Just for warmth, of course.
Jack strode us towards a giant truck, opening the door and setting me in the passenger seat…gently…like I was some kind of precious cargo. He grabbed the seatbelt and buckled it around me, and—
“Hey pretty girl,” he murmured, tucking his letterman jacket around me as I groggily opened my eyes.
