“I’m not drunk,” I insist.Not yet, anyway.“Just a little buzzed.”
He starts talking to Mikey again and I trail my fingers over his neck, sliding my hands around and slipping them down the front of his shirt.Mmm. His chest is so firm and hard, with a light dusting of hair. I can’t help but wonder how hard other parts of him are and—
He covers my hands, stilling their exploration beneath his shirt, and I can feel his heartbeat racing against my palm. God, I want to kiss him again. I want to tear this shirt off and lick his bare skin.
“Here,” he rasps, lifting the beer, “take it.”
With a triumphant smile, I pull my hands out of his shirt and reach for the red cup. “Thanks.”
After a big sip, I grin at nothing in particular. I’m so very happy. For the first time in forever, I feel completely free.Forget being a princess.Sitting up here on Linc’s broad shoulders, I feel like the Queen of the World.
At some point, I’m not sure whether it’s the fifth or sixth fight—seventh, maybe? I’ve lost count because they’re all starting to blend together—I squirm and realize I have to pee. Leaning down, lips brushing against Linc’s ear, I whisper loudly, “Where’s the bathroom?”
I’m twisted around, hanging forward, so I see his grin. “No bathroom, sweetheart.”
“What? Where am I supposed to go?” I sure hope he’s kidding right now, because my bladder is heading into thedanger zone. Er, splash zone? I let out a tipsy giggle, amused at my own thoughts. And that makes me have to pee even more.
“You really wanna know?”
“Yes,” I squeal, tightening my legs around his neck.
He lifts his hand, which holds the three stacked cups.
Well, when you gotta go, you gotta go.
“Okay,” I relent. I’ve never peed in a big red cup before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
Linc turns, hands securely wrapped around my legs, and moves through the crowd. There’s a side door and, right before he steps through it, I grab his head and duck. I accidentally cover his eyes and he chuckles, reaching up and taking my hands in his. When I straighten up, a warm breeze wafts over my flushed cheeks.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alive.
Linc lowers down to his knees, helps me slide off his shoulders then stands back up. When I wobble, he quickly steadies me with a firm hand.
“Are you alright?” he asks, brow furrowing in cute concern.
“Never better,” I assure him, trying not to sway. “Except for the fact my bladder is about to burst.”
“Right.” If I had to guess, he almost looks embarrassed.
“Are you blushing?” I tease.
“I don’t blush,” he states in a gruff voice. When the door opens and a guy walks out, unzipping his jeans, Linc puts a firm hand on my lower back, spinning me around.
I chuckle as he guides me to the very end of the alley where a lone dumpster sits.
“You can go behind it. Sorry, but that’s about as much privacy as you’ll get.” He offers me the cup, and I take it. “I’ll be right here.”
“Right, bodyguarding. Never peed in a cup before,” I murmur and walk around the dumpster. I try to unbutton my jeans, but my fingers aren’t working very well and suddenly I’m so tired. It’s dark and everything seems to be spinning faster than a minute ago. Leaning a hand against the brick warehouse, I call out, “Linc?”
He’s at my side in a heartbeat. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t—” I fumble with my button “—get it undone.”
“Oh.”
“Can you help me?”
He hesitates for the briefest moment then kneels down in front of me and murmurs, “Always,” as he reaches for my button. I look down, watching as his large fingers deftly undo my button and lower my zipper, as well.
