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His face shifts from a slight pout to excitement. “Yes. That. Let’s go home. Bend me over the bed and—”

I cut him off with a kiss, almost choking on my embarrassment as everyone around us cackles. It seems to work in shutting him up, so I break the kiss and send up some thoughts and prayers that he’ll be quiet. “West, man. You gotta keep it zipped,” Ben says, and thank God. At least one of his friends has some sense.

“Park’s dancing with Landon,” I say, narrowing my eyes at Benson.

He smirks. “Good. It’ll make for a more fun time for me later.”

Some part of my brain knows I’d normally find that gross, but the whiskey-soaked part has me giving him a grin and a high-five. “Can you let Park know we’re going home?”

“Sure thing, Darce.”

I drop my hand from West’s mouth and order us an Uber, dragging him out of the bar before he can say anything else about my dick or our babies.

Chapter 25

Weston

Darcy leads me out of the bar into the street. Smart, pretty Darcy. With his pretty eyes. And his stupid, sexy glasses. I love him. I love his big brain. And his voice. And the way he cuddles. I blink at him, trying to make his face less blurry. Doesn’t work. Oh well. I still know he’s gorgeous. Even with the blurry face. I love his dick too. Big fucking dick. Feels good. I sway a little, my body trying to get to him.

He wraps his arm around my waist to steady me and I lean into him. He feels good. So good.

“What’s wrong?” Darcy asks, looking up at me in concern. “You’re not going to throw up, are you? I don’t like puke.”

I drop a sloppy kiss to his lips, grinning when he almost dodges me at first. “Nope. Just love you.”

His eyes go wide. “What?”

I know we’re drunk, but his ears aren’t drunk, right? “I love you. Likesomuch.”

“You’re drunk,” he accuses.

I am. I really am. But I still love him. “Yeah.” I grin. My lips feel funny. All tingly and stuff. “Still love you, though,” I say, making my voice all sing-songy.

Our car pulls up and Darcy ushers me to it, helping me climb into the back seat. Why didn’t he say he loves me too? I pout at him. “Rude, Darcy.”

“What is?” he asks, his eyes searching my face.

“You didn’t say it back.” I cross my arms over my chest, pretending to be mad. I’m not, though. I could never be mad at Darcy. I love him so much. Maybe he just doesn’t love me back and that’s why he didn’t say it. My lip quivers and my eyes burn, so I turn away.

Darcy grabs my face and forces my gaze to his. “Are you crying?”

“No. That’s stupid. Why would I cry? It’s not like my boyfriend doesn’t love me or anything.”

“West,” he murmurs, leaning forward to press his forehead to mine.

“S’fine. You don’t have to love me.” I refuse toactuallycry. I’m not going to be the guy who has a drunken breakdown in the back of an Uber. That would be embarrassing.

“You’re an idiot.” Before I have a chance to argue, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing on my lap. If he’s trying to distract me, it’s working. My dick even twitches a little bit. Take that, whiskey.

He straddles me, putting a knee on either side of my hips, and grinds his hard dick against my stomach as he slams his mouth down on mine. I grip his waist, moaning when he sucks on my bottom lip. His fingers tangle in my hair, and jerk my head back. The rough treatment has my dick perking up and when he breaks our kiss, dippinglower to lick over my Adam’s apple, my hips jerk up, trying to chase the friction of his body.

I’ll let him have this. Mostly because it’s so fucking hot and I’m so fucking horny and I want his dick so fucking bad, but I still know I told him I love him and he didn’t tell me he loves me back.

“You like my dick, West?” he asks, his voice a rough whisper. “That’s what you were telling all your friends.”

“I do,” I groan. “I so do. You’ll fuck me with it, right? When we get home? Please. Please, please.”

He moans, grinding against me again. “You don’t have to beg. I’ll give you what you want.”

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