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pass out in your boots. What if someone found you and drew on you?”
    “My brothers aren’t like that,” I said.
    “Yes, but I would be well within my rights to draw on you before leaving if you pass out in your boots. There. Crisis averted.”
    She moved on to my waistband, her sharp little fingernails pricking my stomach in an oddly pleasant way as she fumbled with my belt.
    “Don’t tell me it’s the same rules for pants.”
    “It’s no fun sleeping in your jeans. Believe me. I’ve done it plenty.”
    She leaned over me and I caught a delicious glimpse of her cleavage. Could I help my hardening at that sight? It definitely didn’t help that she finally figured out my belt and moved on to my button and fly.
    “Well!” Paisley exclaimed. “What are we going to do about this, Avery Corbin?”
    “I’m sorry. It has a mind of its own, apparently.” Thank God I was so drunk. Otherwise, I’d be dying of shame.
    “Don’t be sorry. It’s flattering.”
    “Really?”
    “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for some kind of sign that you’re as attracted to me as I am to you.”
    I got a flashback to annoying little Paisley Summers in high school, hanging out by my locker between classes even if it made her late to hers, but the Paisley Summers straddling my thighs was nothing like the other one from my memories.
    I took her cautiously by the hips until she took one of my hands and placed it on her breast.
    “I want you so bad, Avery. I want you to see how bad I want you.”
    She hitched her denim skirt up over her hips — she wasn’t wearing panties — and put my hand between her legs. She was wet enough to surprise me, shaved bare, and then I was inside her, gaping up at her face as she lowered her body down on mine, her tongue poking out a little bit as she concentrated.
    It felt … so good. It had been such a long time since I’d been with anyone, thrusting upward, tasting her pussy on my fingers, rewarded with Paisley’s sighs and moans. I found myself on top, not sure how I got there, her legs squeezing my ribcage, my thrusts pounding into her. She was screaming, and I was thankful for probably the thousandth time that I lived in the trailer and not in the house, and then I didn’t remember anything whatsoever.
    The hangover was what woke me up, a splitting headache and a real urge to rid myself of whatever might remain in my stomach.
    But when I rolled over, my heart stopped, and I realized the full magnitude of my stupidity last night.
    I’d gotten way too drunk, and I had let Paisley Summers sashay right into my life. She had invited herself over, and seemed to be making herself at home in my bed, fast asleep, completely naked.

Chapter 2
    Paisley Summers. This was a dangerous thing — very dangerous — to wake up next to. I didn’t remember much from last night, didn’t remember anything beyond the strange conversation I’d had with her at the bar, but this was a disaster I needed to try and avert immediately.
    I flinched as a memory of a wet mouth on mine came to me unbidden, fingernails raking down my bare back. No. I didn’t need that. Right now, all I needed was to figure out how to do damage control, to assess my situation.
    I was clearly in my trailer. It was definitely time to wake up and start the day. I had a near-debilitating hangover. And the girl — okay, woman — who’d chased after me throughout my public education had just caught me in her sticky net.
    God, she had been sticky. I’d tasted it with my own tongue, like a pot of honey. But honey always came with bees, and bees always came with stingers. I’d dodged Paisley Summers’ advances for twelve whole years and then some. How had I fallen for her now?
    No, no, no. I hadn’t fallen for her. It had been a one-night stand, and that was it. This was nothing I couldn’t wriggle my way out of.
    I moved as swiftly and quietly as I could, taking care not to rush so much as to rock the trailer. God. The