Page 61 of Playful Kris

Fuck.I look over her shoulder, and thankfully Kameron has her back to me and is downing another shot. She’ll fucking feel that tomorrow, more than likely.

“I’m here with someone else, Lauren. I’m not interested.” I level her with a look.

“Okay?” She giggles. “I’m not even doing anything.”

She’s delusional. Truly. Out of her mind.

I look to the side at my brother, he’s pushing his chair back to stand. I’m caged in. If I move, I touch her, and that’s the last thing I want.

“Is there a reason you’re practically climbing in my date’s lap, Lauren?” Kameron says from beside us, and I jump. I didn’t even see her approach.

She’s definitely tipsy, the liquid courage is pouring off of her.

“I’ve had just about enough of your shit today, and I’d appreciate it if you got out of my spot.”

Lauren still doesn’t move, she doesn’t bother looking to see if my dad is watching since Kameron basically just got most of the bar within earshots attention.

When Lauren smirks, and attempts to take an inch step closer to me, something in Kam snaps and she wedges her tiny five foot frame between us and shoves Lauren so hard away from us that she nearly trips over her heels.

Kaleb, being the gentleman he is, steadies her with an arm before Ruby slides up next to him.

“You little bitch,” I tense against Kam’s back, but Kameron shocks me when she steps back into Lauren’s face.

“I may be alittle bitch,but at least I’m not the whore trying to seduce both of my man’s sons.” Her hand goes to her hip, drawing my attention to her ass in this dress again.

Damn. I’m ready to get the fuck out of here.

And by the looks of the way this altercation is going, it may be sooner rather than later.

“You’re fucking nuts.”

My dad finally steps up by Lauren, looking between the two women. “What’s going on?” he asks.

“Your son,” Lauren transforms into someone else completely, “he tried to touch me, he’s been making moves at me all day, honey.” Her eyes begin to water, and my jaw drops.

She’s really trying to sell this. Wow.

“Oh, shut up,” Kameron says, stepping closer. “If you put one more fucking finger on him, I’ll beat your ass. I don’t care if it’s in the middle of the ceremony. I. Will. Beat. Your. Ass. Keep your hands to yourself, you little tramp.” I think she’s about to turn to face me but instead she looks at my dad. “And do fucking better.” She points at him. “Stop letting your women throw themselves at your sons, and maybe get to know them more.”

This time she turns, stepping between my legs and planting her lips against mine.

“This is our cue to leave, hotshot. I think I’ve overstayed our welcome.” She smiles against me, before pulling away and looking at Ruby. “I’m sorry we’ve ruined your night. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

I stand, linking my fingers with hers as we pass a very heated argument taking place between my dad and Lauren.

But I don’t give a shit about any of that right now. All I can think about is how fucking turned on I am from seeing that show.

I’m more than ready to be at the cabin.

“Shit.” I hiss.

“What?”

“I have to go get the truck.” I stare down at her.

Do we really need a truck?

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