With the expectations of Wildcat Nation at an all-time high, our captain has enough on his plate without worrying about me. Besides, I’ve been to dozens of these ragers over the years. One more isn’t going to kill me.
I follow the guys up the walk, but pull up short when I spot a woman bent over at the waist, wrestling with her shoe.
“Stupid motherfucking piece of shit—”
The words spew from her mouth exorcist style as she struggles for balance, her tiny red dress inching skyward, threatening to expose her backside.
Whatever she says next is drowned out by the rushing in my ears.
Before I can make a conscious decision, my feet are moving, my stride chewing up the distance between us.
“Need a hand?” I ask, the words gruff and abrasive even to my own ears.
Her body stiffens, and she pauses her tirade for just a beat. “Nope.”
She tugs on the shiny black heel, which is buried between two slabs of concrete, but it doesn’t yield.
“I really think—”
“It’s all good,” she says, face masked by a curtain of shiny blonde hair. “I’ve got this totally under control.”
Her voice is low and husky, soothing despite the rebuff.
“All right,” I concede, “but my mama taught me to step up when I see a woman in distress.”
She straightens, tossing those blonde waves over her shoulder, and my mouth goes bone dry as I stare into the face of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. My brain kicks into overdrive, searing every gorgeous detail into memory: dewy golden skin, full crimson lips, high cheekbones, and eyes like summer skies in West Virginia.
Perfection.
“I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” She plants her hands on her hips and my gaze follows, devouring her luscious curves before returning to her eyes, which are nearly level with my own. At 6’6, thatneverhappens. “You can go now.”
I clear my throat, searching for something to say, but come up empty.
And this is why you’re single.
If Coop were here, he’d have no problem coming up with something witty, but charm must’ve skipped a generation in my family because I’ve got nothing.
No, that’s not true. I’ve got something better than pretty words: action.
“Uh, let me just… Um.” Flames lick my cheeks and I curse my useless tongue. “I can probably…”
Screw it.
I squat down to release the shoe just as the blonde jerks her knee up.
The heel of the patent leather torture device snaps off and she drives her knee into my gut. Air bursts from my lungs and I fold like an accordion, pain radiating from the point of impact as I drop to my knees. The sudden movement must throw her off balance too because her nails dig into the rigid muscles of my shoulders and before I know it, my face is buried between her thighs.
They’re soft and warm and…Holy shit.
My face is in her…
In her…
Vagina.
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuck.
