“Trust me, this pussy is a lot bigger than yours. We need back up,” Spencer mutters dryly.
We all burst out laughing.
Charlotte slaps him on the arm. “Spencer.”
Brielle goes to stand and stumbles back on her chair, crashing spectacularly backwards into the garden bed.
“Fucking hell,” Julian mutters, jumping up.
April bursts out laughing, and she scrambles to pick Brielle up. She grabs her hands and begins to pull her out of the hedge. They’re laughing loudly as they fumble around, and everyone is looking our way.
“No more for you. We’re going home,” Julian says as he pulls Brielle to her feet. “You could have broken your neck.” He smooths down her dress and straightens her up.
“But we’re going dancing,” Brielle slurs. Her hair is wild, and she has the Devil in her eyes. Jeez, I think she’s even drunker than April.
Drunker. Is that a word?
“Yes. Dancing!” April gasps. “Let’s go.” She grabs Charlotte’s hands and pretends to slow waltz with her. “Bubba loves to dance.” She bends down to Charlotte’s stomach. “Don’t you, cutie pie?” she says in a baby voice.
“Oh God.” I roll my eyes. “That’s it. We’re out, too, April.”
Brielle sidesteps and stumbles again on her heels. Just as she’s about to fall back in the garden, Julian catches her. “Home,” he demands, putting his arm around her.
“Yes, good idea.” She looks lovingly up at him. “What have you got for me, big boy?”
Julian winces, and Spence and I burst out laughing.
I take April’s hand. “Come.”
“Noo.” She laughs. “Don’t be a party pooper, Seb. Me and the girls are out on the town. Aren’t we girls?”
“There is no town,” Julian replies.
“Yes!” Brielle calls from under Julian’s arm. “I’m going out, Jules.” She goes to pull away, and he takes her arm in a vice-like grip. “Home time, Bree.” He pulls her along. “You’ve had enough.”
Brielle puts her hand to her mouth, whispering while she’s being pulled along like a child. “He’s being boring.”
“What’s new?” Spencer mutters.
We walk through the gardens back to our apartments. The girls are on each arm of Charlotte, chatting and giggling, tottering along like drunken sailors.
The boys and I are walking behind them, rolling our eyes at their antics, and a strange thought crosses my mind.
This is the first time that this has ever happened.
The three of our partners, getting along and having fun. Actually, having more fun than us.
Weird.
Julian slaps me on the back when we get to their hut. “Good luck with that one tonight.”
“Oh.” Brielle frowns. “I don’t feel so good.” She holds her stomach. “Jules, I feel sick.”
“Christ almighty.” He winces.
I chuckle. “I think you’re going to need some luck yourself… and a bucket.”
He helps her up the stairs, and Spence and Charlotte say their goodbyes. I take April’s hand, and we continue to walk to our room.
She hiccups in an exaggerated way as she looks up at me, and I smile down at her. Even blind drunk, she’s adorable.
“I like your friends.” She beams.
“They like you.”
“Really?” She seems surprised. “Because I like them.”
“Yes, you just told me.”
“Did I?” She frowns.
I lead her up the stairs, and she sways as I unlock the door.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
She nods. “Yep.” She hiccups again.
“Why did you drink so much?”
“It was Charlotte,” she slurs.
I frown. “Charlotte?”
“Yes, I had to drink for her, too.”
I chuckle. “That makes sense.” I lead her into our room. “Bed.”
“No, I need a shower.” She rises on her toes to kiss me. “Can you run us a shower, babe?”
I smile against her lips.
“You owe me an orgasm.” She smiles sexily and cups my cock in my pants.
Blood starts to swirl around my body. Now that I can do. Even drunk, this woman is hot for it. “All right.”
I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I retrieve the towels, undress, and I get under the water to wash myself. I give myself a few sneaky strokes.
Hmm, yes, I feel like this. I imagine how good she’s going to feel around me.
“April.” I smile. “Come and get it.”
Silence.
“April?” I frown. What’s she doing out there?
Silence.
I walk out of the bathroom and around the corner to see her curled up on the end of the bed, still in her dress, fast asleep.
I exhale heavily. This is not what I had planned.
I pick her up and put her bed, taking her shoes off. I pull the sheet up over her and kiss her forehead as I brush the hair back from her face.
I frown as I stare down at her. I didn’t realize how much I’ve been missing by being alone. This weekend has opened my eyes, and I feel like this is a turning point in our relationship.
I bend and kiss her again. I kiss her shoulder, her cheek, her arm, and I just can’t get close enough.
I lie down beside her and hold her in my arms. She’s dead to the world, fast asleep, but it makes me feel better by holding her close.
The longer I hold her, the stronger my need becomes. I get up and return to the shower. I see the lube and squirt some into my hand.
No use wasting this boner. I may as well help myself.
April
I sit in the sun, my sunglasses on. I’m somewhere between Heaven and Hell.
Being hungover is bad.
Feeling near death from alcohol poisoning while sitting in the sun at a wedding is the fucking worst.
We are on the beach, sitting on the chairs that are lined up in pretty rows as we wait for the bride to arrive.
I am in a world of pain with absolutely no sympathy from Sebastian.
Bree is worse, and Charlotte thinks this is the funniest thing that has ever happened.
Brielle has been throwing up non-stop all morning.
“Oh.” Brielle sighs and holds her head. “I swear to God, I’m literally dying here. If I even see a bottle of sangria again, I’ll throw up. That shit is the Devil.”
“It doesn’t come in a bottle,” Julian says, staring straight ahead. “It’s a cocktail.”
She rolls her eyes, annoyed by his response. “How come you’re not sick, April? Do you have an iron stomach or something?”
“Trust me, I am,” I whisper.
Not a lie. I really am feeling as sick as a dog.
“Some people can handle their liquor,” Julian replies.
“Did you bring me any water?” she asks him.
“Do I look like I have water?” He holds his hands out.
“Seriously, Jules, if you love me, you will go find me some water. I’m so dehydrated, I’m turning into a sultana.”
Julian rolls his eyes.
Sebastian smirks, and I can tell that Julian and Brielle’s conversations often keep everyone entertained.