Page 46 of Catching Feeling

“You did not just throw me over your shoulder! How dare you rob me of my title!” I cry, my head spinning from my new position. God, is my head spinning because I’m upside down, or is it because I’m that drunk?

He doesn’t immediately answer, only pushes through the crowd and carries me toward the exit. Clearly, there’s no use in trying to get him to put me down since he’s ignoring me.

“Bye, Viv! Love you!’ I hear Hallie yell just as we bust through the front door of the Kappa house and out into the cool night air.

“God, put me down, you big idiot,” I mumble, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Are you going to keep your fucking clothes on?” he grunts.

Sighing, I counter, “Maybe. Are you going to start wearing shirts? Funny how you didn’t mind Barbie not having her clothes on in there.”

“Oh ho ho,” He laughs as he finally, fucking finally lowers me to my feet. “You’re cute as fuck when you’re jealous, Viv.” His taunting tone washing over me as his hands come to my hips, steadying me when I sway slightly. Everything is still spinning, so lovely.

It’s turning out to be a swell evening.

My hand finds his arm as I try to keep my balance in my heels and fail miserably. I am not jealous. I’m annoyed. But I also don’t feel like fighting right now since I did do it to provoke him.

Consider him provoked, I guess.

“I’m bringing you home. You’re drunk as shit, Sweet Tart.” He reaches behind me and tugs the zipper of my dress up with his jaw tense.

Sweet Tart… That’s new. Doing nicknames now, are we? My eyes roll. “Well done, Captain Obvious.”

His dark eyes narrow, and he pulls his phone out of his pocket, assumingly calling an Uber.

Since my legs are as wobbly as a newborn foal at this point, I walk over to the ledge of the flower bed and flop down, almost losing my balance and falling backward into the flowers if it wasn’t for the hand that slid around my waist at the last second.

Shit.

Reese stands in front of me with an amused expression on his face as he holds me close to his chest. I’m not even attempting to push him away as my hands fist into the front of his button- down since it’s probably the only thing keeping me upright.

His dark hair falls in his eyes, a mess of curls that I want to run my fingers through. Just the way I did that night when he was between my thighs, sucking on my clit like it was a lollipop. Groaning, I push him away and sit back on the ledge. Carefully this time.

This man was made simply to tempt me, and god, I am so tired of fighting it.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking. Aka Violet, my drunk alter ego. Clearly, she’s just as horny as I am because all I want to do is kiss him. Fuck him. Have all his babies.

“Stupid muscles,” I mutter.

“What was that?” he asks, his eyebrow arched in question. “Didn’t catch that, Viv.”

Well, obviously, because it wasn’t meant for you.

“Nothing.” I sigh. I’m about to ask where the Uber is when a black Cadillac pulls up to the curb and comes to a stop in front of us.

“Of course, you’d pay for the most expensive Uber there is to go three miles.”

I brush past him toward the car, but my legs are still so shaky that I only make it three steps before he’s sliding his arm around my waist and helping me walk to the car. He opens the door, and then picks me up off my feet, causing me to yelp.

“God, Reese! You pick me up like I’m a damn rag doll,” I groan when he deposits me onto the seat, then reaches over me to fasten the seat belt.

He chuckles, and like the drunken idiot that I am, I inhale the scent of him, pressing my thighs together when a dull throb forms. It’s like the close proximity reminds my clit of the dirty things he did to it with his wickedly talented tongue.

“That’s ’cause you’re fun-sized. Now, sit back and keep the seat belt on.” With that, he shuts the door.

Why is it so hot when he gets all growly and demanding?

When he opens the other door and slides in beside me, he and the driver exchange pleasantries, and we’re pulling onto the highway toward home.

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