“Okay. Let’s get you in the car.”
His hand slides under my butt and I giggle. Maybe I drank more than I thought. “I like it when you touch my butt.” I grin at him and kiss the tip of his nose.
“You’re drunk.”
“Shh. Don’t tell my boyfriend. He will get mad at me.” I lay my head on his shoulder. “Will you carry me?”
“What the hell did you serve her?”
“Bourbon.”
“Thanks a lot, asshole.”
“You coming to the old man’s big shindig? Susie invited your girlfriend to come.”
A growl rumbles low in the back of Killian’s throat. “Why would I come? It isn’t like either of you would want me there.”
“You should come. Bring your pretty girlfriend, show off, and pretend you’re better than us like you always have.”
“Fuck off.”
“It’d mean a lot to Dad if you were there. Even Mom agreed to be there.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s his fiftieth birthday that’s why.”
“Whatever,” he complains, but then he says, “When is it?”
Chapter 38
Killian
“What were you thinking getting drunk in the middle of the day?” I brush her hair back from her face and buckle her into the passenger side of my car. She’s lucky I was close by.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time. You’re cute.” She smirks. “You look like my boyfriend.”
“You’re funny when you’re drunk.” She’s lucky she’s cute and I love her so much. I kiss her cheek and close her door.
I get in on the driver’s side and turn the key in the ignition. Liri looks at me and says, “You should let me drive this car. I’d be sexy behind the wheel.”
I appraise her pumpkin and ghost print leggings and chuckle. “If anyone could pull it off in those pants it would be you.”
Her bottom lips puckers out. “You don’t like my pants?”
“Not particularly, no.”
“Then I’ll just get rid of them.” She giggles and starts sliding them down her legs.
“Liri, don’t do that. Not until we get home.” Fuck. I look over and her pants are down to her ankles. She’s bent over in the seat fighting with her shoes and the seatbelt.
“It’s choking me,” she whines, and right now I want to turn around to go choke my brother for serving her liquor. I’m trying to think of anything but the fact that her parents are right. If this Paris thing was or is her dream and they can give it to her she should jump at the chance. She shouldn’t be wasting her time on an asshole like me. I’m selfish enough to want her to choose me though.
The stretch of road we are on is too narrow for me to pull over, and I am not sure how it would look if I pulled in at the next gas station to pull her pants up. Someone might get the wrong impression. She’s wearing these teensy white cotton panties and it is sexy as hell as she sits up. Her hair is blowing out the window and she’s singing at the top of her lungs having the best time.
I speed up loving having her in the car with me. She looks over at me and smiles.
I turn down the music. “What?”