“Hudson! Honey, I wasn’t just telling Mr. Darcy he’s the sexiest man alive, swear.”

With a soft laugh, Hudson helped Greer off the table. “I know you weren’t, sweetheart.”

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. “I’m a naughty librarian.”

Hudson laughed and said, “Yeah, ya are!”

“Should we…help them down?” Hunter asked me in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Probably,” I replied.

Kyle was attempting to reach for Brighton, but she kept slapping at his hand. He was questioning her about who brought the booze and the outfits, while she kept replying with, “Fuck off!”

Hunter and I both walked up to Arabella and Abby, who were still facing each other.

“Your breast…breastest…no…boobs…look really good in that, Abs!” Arabella said with a giggle. Then she hiccupped.

“Bella, are you drunk?” Hunter asked, causing her to swing around and nearly lose her balance.

She stumbled, and Hunter reached up in case she fell. “Hunter! What are you doing here?” she asked as she made her way toward him.

“Here, give me your hand, and I’ll help you down.”

Arabella stood taller, and then reached her arm back for Abby, who took it.

“No, tank you,” Arabella slurred. “I’ve got my bestest friend back!”

I couldn’t help but smile. I wasn’t sure I had ever seen Arabella drunk.

“That’s great,” Hunter said with mock happiness in his voice. “But you’re both going to fall and break your necks unless you get down.”

Abby’s eyes met mine—and my heart felt like it slammed against the walls of my chest. If I’d had any doubts about loving this woman, they were instantly washed away. I reached out my hand and smiled. Her face instantly lit up, and she made her way toward me.

“Hey, Abs,” I said softly as she bent at the waist to look me in the eye.

“Hey, Bishop. Are you still mad at me?”

“No, princess, I’m not mad at you right now.”

Her smile faded, and she pouted. If it wasn’t the cutest fucking thing I’d ever seen…

I put my arm under her legs and swept her off the table. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in my chest and inhaled deeply. Christ, my stomach dipped like I was on a damn rollercoaster.

“You smell so good, Bishop.”

I chuckled. “You smell like booze, Abs.”

She giggled and looked up at me. I held her just high enough that I knew she couldn’t feel how rock hard I was. “I haven’t had that much to drink.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Hunter carrying Arabella to a chair. “You think you can stand up okay?” I asked Abby.

A sexy smile moved over her face. “I was standing…I was stand…um…standing on the table just fine.”

“You were indeed.” I slowly let her slide down my body, feeling every one of her curves against me. Every part of her I touched was bare skin, and it lit my body on fire.

When Abby’s feet finally touched the ground, she looked up at me. I could see the specks of gold in her hazel eyes and guessed it was the gold outfit she had on that was highlighting them. But what I couldn’t get over was the thing I saw deeper in her gaze.

Nothing but love. The exact same way her eyes looked the first time I’d told her I loved her, and then again when I made her my wife. And on the day she found out she was expecting our child.

I let my gaze drop to her exposed cleavage, and I sucked in a shaky breath when my body instantly reacted. I had to force myself not to kiss her.

Abby reached up and laced her fingers through my hair, causing my heart to somersault in my chest. She rose onto her toes, her mouth so fucking close that all I had to do was reach down and take it. Take what was mine.

She dug her teeth into her lower lip…and then she suddenly stepped away. She shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs. “I’m sorry. I guess maybe I’ve had a bit too much to drink after all.”

The loss of her warmth shot a pain straight through my chest. I shoved my hands into my pockets to keep from reaching for her. I wanted to feel her against me again. I needed to feel her. “It’s okay,” I said with a wink. “You look…beautiful. Sexy as fuck.”

Abby glanced down and then seemed to remember how she was dressed. Her eyes darted around the room before she looked back at me. “I need to go change.”

One part of me wanted to scream for her to stop. I wanted to take in every inch of her body with my eyes, my hands. The other part—the sensible one—wanted to push her behind me and then scold anyone who dared look at her.

Abby glanced over my shoulder and her eyes widened. She walked around me and over to where Hunter had set Arabella in a chair.

Tags: Kelly Elliott Boggy Creek Valley Romance
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