I shrugged, then did it again because it felt funny.
“Time to go, princess,” he said, turning, but keeping one hand on me and steering me through the crowd.
“Go? Go where? I came with–”
“The guys from the ranch. You don’t belong here.”
He pushed open the front door and I had no choice but to run to keep up. His legs were that much longer than mine. I called his name, but he ignored me. He skirted the building, then went around the side and to a really nice pickup truck. He gripped the handle and the truck beeped. Pulling the passenger door open, he stepped back.
Finally, he let me go and I tipped sideways. My arm went out to stop my fall, landing right in the center of his chest.
“Jesus, you can barely stand up,” he muttered, taking my arm again.
“I can stand.”
“You’re drunk. You’reeighteenand drunk.”
I looked up at him. Was he even more attractive in dark parking lots?
“Like you’ve never been eighteen and drunk.”
“I’m not a girl out with a bunch of guys who aren’t watching out for her,” he snapped.
“They’re watching out for me!”
His voice, instead of rising to a shout, got quieter. “Oh yeah? Then where the hell are they? They shouldn’t have let any guy take you out of the bar.”
I shrugged, feeling all loose and sloppy. “You’re a Wilder. Pretty much their boss.”
“So? They should have stopped me. Checked that you’re okay. That I have good intentions. We’re gonna have a little talk tomorrow.”
“I’ll go back in and stay with them,” I replied.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Why are you so cranky?”
“Because you have no sense. You’ve had too muchto drink to be aware of your surroundings. A man could–”
“A man did! You!” I said, poking him in the chest.
“Exactly my point. You need to be taught a lesson about safety.”
“From a guy who dragged me out of a bar?” I yelled.
“From a guy who knows what’s best for you.”
With a little tug, he had me spun around inside the open truck door and facing the seat.
“Hayes!” I cried when he grabbed the bottom of my jean skirt and tugged it up.
I tried to reach back and push it down, but he nudged my hand away. “What are you doing?” I squeaked.
He grunted and I could feel his stare on my bare butt. “You’ve been walking around in that short little skirt with your pussy barely covered in a g-string?”
His hand came down on my butt. I heard the crack of it before I felt it. It wasn’t all that hard, but it surprised me because no one…no onehad ever done this to me before.
“You want to drink that much, you have someone with you who’s watching you and only you, not on the prowl for a one night stand.”
