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My stomach clenches as I buckle her into the passenger seat and stalk around my truck. There are too many stories of rape and roofies. It’s a nationwide problem, and Nolan U is not immune to it. I should have punched that asshole in the face. What if he goes after another girl?
I glance at Mikayla, pulling out my phone before starting the engine. “Who was that guy?”
She shrugs, closing her eyes and looking sick.
“Did you get his name?”
“Why?” she manages.
“Because I want the guys to keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t go after any other girls.”
“He only wanted me,” she mumbles.
“How do you know?”
Her jaw clenches, and she shakes her head, then winces and covers her eyes with a trembling hand.
Shit, she’s gonna cry.
I fire off a quick text to Liam, telling him what happened and what I’m doing. I won’t need to ask anything else of him. Liam’s a protector, and as soon as he reads my text, he’ll take it upon himself to walk the party, keeping an eye on anyone who’s looking vulnerable. He’ll probably be feeling bad about losing sight of Mikayla anyway, which will make him extra vigilant. When I was frantically searching the house for her, I bumped into the guys, and they all went pale when I told them I’d lost her. I’ve never seen them move so fast, breaking away from the table and combing the house for her.
Shit, what if I hadn’t walked into the hallway when I did? What if that asshole had dragged lil’ mouse into a room before I’d found her? She may be feisty, but she’s drunk right now. And I don’t care what she says, sheislittle. A guy that size could do whatever the hell he wanted with her, and she wouldn’t have been able to fight him off. I feel sick with rage as I drive straight for Hockey House. She’s staying with me tonight. At least until she’s sober. I have to know she’ll be okay.
The thought that he was after Mikayla churns through me. I want to ask her about it, but I don’t want to make things worse. She’s probably just had the shit scared out of her, and she doesn’t need me firing off questions. I’ll follow up tomorrow after she’s had some sleep and feels better.
Resting her head against the glass, she lets out a soft groan when I turn the corner.
“You gonna be sick?” I slow down a little.
She shakes her head, but I don’t know if I believe her.
As soon as we get to the house, I jerk to a stop in the driveway and race around the truck. I’m expecting her to complain that I’m opening the door for her, but she doesn’t say a word and lets me carry her into the house and all the way up to my bedroom.
Laying her down on the bed, I take off her heels and figure she can sleep in the dress. I’ve just taken her away from one creep; I’m not about to go undressing her, even if she would be more comfortable sleeping in her underwear.
“C’mere,” she mumbles.
“Huh?”
“Come.” Slow, uncoordinated fingers beckon me, and I snicker at her drunken smile, walking back up the bed while she rises to her knees. “Thank you.” She rests her hands on my waist. “Thank you for saving me tonight.”
My throat grows thick, and all I can do is brush my hands lightly through her hair and swallow whatever this feeling is.
Her glazed eyes are dreamy, glimmering with a smile as she tugs on my shirt and pulls me down. I go with it, sliding my tongue against hers as she wrecks me with a kiss that’s uninhibited. It’s scorching, sloppy, wet, and I can’t resist it when she moans into my mouth and deepens it a little further. I drop to my knees on the edge of the bed, gliding my hands around her hips and up her back while this blaring alarm goes off in the back of my brain.
She’s drunk!
Don’t take advantage!
Step away!
“Do you really want to be doing this?” I murmur between kisses.
“Yes.” She leans back, giving me this incredulous look. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”
I grin, brushing my thumb across her glossy lips. “Yeah, but you’re drunk. I don’t want you kissing me if you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Oh, I know what I’m doing.” Her smirk is comically smug. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”
