“Oops!” she cried before collapsing onto my chest into a fit of giggles. When she raised her head, she tilted it at me. “How about the if the bus is a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’ club?” When Ty laughed, I glared at him.

“No. No clubs.”

“Fine then.” One of her hands dropped from my neck and gripped my swelling cock. At the touch, I shrieked like a prepubescent boy whose balls hadn’t dropped yet. “Does the Bear want to come out to play?” she purred.

Oh yeah. He was more than ready to come out of hibernation. Just as he started poking his head out of the cave, I shoved Addison’s hand away. “Don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Because if you do, I’m going to rip your panties off and pound you until you scream my name right in front of everyone. “For starters, you’re sick.”

Her mouth curved into a wicked grin. “I’m not too sick to fuck your brains out.”

I pinched my eyes shut and tried thinking non-sexual thoughts. It didn’t help that the Bear was practically roaring behind my zipper. Regular Addison with the sassy mouth was hot, but inebriated Addison with the dirty mouth was fucking combustible.

“No. It’s wrong on so many levels.”

Her lips turned down in a pout. “Don’t you find me desirable?”

How the hell could I not? She was five-foot-seven of pure, sinfully sexy woman. Yes, the Bear was very, very interested. I swallowed hard. “Of course I do, but that’s not the point.”

She flashed her diamond in front of my face. “As my future husband, you have a duty to satisfy me.”

Lowering my voice to make sure Sutton couldn’t hear, I replied, “Addison, you need to stop. We’re not really engaged, remember?”

“Come on, do your duty, Barrett—do me.” She ground her hot core against my crotch and I groaned in agony. It had been too long, and she was too tempting.

Addison’s hands came to my cup face. “It’s okay, Barrett. Don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying.”

Nuzzling her head to my chest, Addison said, “I don’t ever want you to cry for me.” Suddenly, her head whipped up. “Don’t cry for me Argentina. The truth is I never left you.”

“She’s good,” Pete mused beside me.

“Oh shut up.”

After executing the one line, Addison scrambled off my lap and made her way to

the front of the bus. Considering how plastered she was, she lunged and dipped more than she actually walked. Once she stood by the stairs, she turned around to face the door. “Oh Jesus,” I muttered as Addison raised her arms and began to recreate the balcony scene from Evita, which my mother had forced me to see on Broadway many years ago.

“It won’t be easy. You’ll think it strange,” she began singing.

With a grunt, I rose out of my seat to go get Addison. She needed to be lying down instead of belting show tunes. Suddenly, she stopped singing. She shook her head as if disoriented, then swayed again. Her glazed eyes sought me. Shit.

Before I could reach her, she collapsed to the floor. “Addison!” I cried as I dove down beside her. I pulled her into my arms. “Addison?” As I gently patted her cheek, her eyes rolled back in her head, and my heart jolted to a stop in fear. “Call an ambulance!” I barked at Pete.

“There’s a hospital off an exit two miles up the road. We can get to it before an ambulance can get to us.”

“Floor it, Carl,” I ordered.

At my command, the bus lurched forward with rising speed. Ty bent down beside me and placed two fingers on Addison’s wrist. At that moment, I was thankful that part of his many skills was having taken a medic course. After a few moments went by, he said, “Her pulse is little slow.”

“Jesus,” I muttered.

“Normally, I might entertain the thought of it merely being alcohol poisoning, but I don’t like it combined with her high fever,” Ty said.

“Are we getting closer?” I demanded.

Carl nodded. “We’re just about to take the exit.”

“GPS says the hospital is just a half a mile to the right,” Pete added.

We wheeled into the hospital parking lot before screeching to a halt outside of the ER. Once we came to a stop, I strengthened my hold on Addison before rising to my feet. Ty had the presence of mind to throw a blanket over Addison’s lower half, covering her bare legs and thong-clad ass.

I carried her down the bus stairs. As soon as I felt the pavement beneath me, I began to run. Damn, she felt so light. Addison moaned at being jostled around. “I’m sorry. I’m getting you help, I promise.”

Ty caught up with me as I barreled through the ER doors. “Help! I need help!” I cried as I skidded to a stop at the registration desk.

The receptionist rose out of her chair. “Sir, I need you to calm down and answer a few questions.”

“She’s unconscious with a high fever. She needs help. Now!”

I was fully aware I was making a scene, but I didn’t give a shit. I was going to do everything within my power to get Addison taken care of, even if I got thrown out in the process. Thankfully, for my sake, more level heads prevailed. Ty flashed his badge, and Pete informed the receptionist who we were. Recognition filled her face. “Yes sir, we’ll take you right on back.”

The mechanized doors leading into the heart of the ER opened, and I rushed through them. We were met in the hallway by a nurse and she escorted us into an empty room. “You can put her down now, sir,” the nurse said as she motioned to the stretcher.