I couldn't do anything but nod in agreement. I didn't know where we were going, and I didn't care as long as I got to stay with him.
He pulled away from me but grabbed hold of my wrist, leading me along behind him. He stopped at the table with our new friends. “Thanks for the fun tonight, but it's getting late, and we really need to get going.”
A couple of the girls there whined.
“No! Not yet! One more drink!” Sophie held up another shot.
“Okay!” I agreed, reaching for it, but before I could take it, Oliver picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, making a quick break for the door.
Before I could fight him or even process what was happening, he was setting me on my feet outside the car. I was stunned by the quickness of his actions, feeling slightly dizzy from being flipped upside down. His hands were still on my hips, steadying me as I leaned back against the passenger side door. I looked up at him, noticing that he still had that darkness in his eyes.
“I liked watching you have fun tonight.” He murmured as he gently squeezed my hips.
I smiled up at him. “I like that you liked watching me have fun.”
“Yeah?” He leaned a little closer, so close I could practically feel the heat of his lips on mine.
“Yeah,” I replied, lifting myself up onto my tiptoes. He took the hint and moved in, touching his lips to mine.
In that instant, two things happened. One, my heart jumped to my throat, pounding like crazy from the excitement of our first kiss. And two, all the quick moving, the flip over his shoulder, finally caught up to me, and it had me jerking away from him and doubling over to throw up every drop of alcohol I consumed.
Chapter 10
Oliver
Ihad just placed my mouth against hers when she jerked back, doubled over, and vomited. The contents of her stomach were nothing but liquid, and it splattered on both our shoes and up our legs. I stepped away to give her some room, and I gathered her hair to hold it back. I pressed my lips into a tight line as I waited for her to finish. It took her several minutes to get it all out.
She stood and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. “I don't feel very good, Rick.”
“At least you haven't lost your sense of humor,” I muttered. “Come on, let's turn in for the night.”
I opened the car door for her and helped her inside. I bent down and buckled her in, then shut the door. I let out a deep breath as I shook my head in annoyance. I knew I should have stopped her hours before.
She was asleep before I could even walk around the car.
I found a cheap motel for the night, but she refused to wake up to walk inside, so I had to carry her. I placed her on the bed and took a step back to catch my breath as I looked down at her. She was out cold, looked pale, and was still covered in vomit. Both of us were. Shaking my head, I moved toward her again toremove her boots. It was splattered up the legs of her jeans, too, but I didn’t know what to do about that. I didn’t want her to sleep, covered in her own puke, but I didn’t want to seem like a creep by taking her pants off either. She had bought something earlier in the day to sleep in, but again, I didn’t think it would be a good idea to remove her clothes when she wasn’t able to give me permission to. I shook my head and waved my hand through the air, deciding to just leave her as she was.
I put a trash can by the bed in case she woke up sick, and I bought a couple of bottles of water from the vending machine, leaving one on the table for her. Once I was pretty sure that she’d be OK, I stripped down and went to take a shower.
I closed my eyes and hung my head as I let the water rain over me. I had a nice buzz going, but I wasn’t nearly as drunk as she was. I had more practice at handling my liquor, plus I didn’t drink all those sugary, fruity shots she did. I wondered how much of the night she’d remember.
Would she remember dancing with me? Would she remember our kiss?
Once I was alone, she was all I could think of. My cock throbbed with need when I thought back on our dance. The palms of my hands warmed as I remembered how it felt to have them on her hips. I thought about pressing my cock against her ass as she wiggled it against me. I remembered the smell of her as I ran my nose up her neck. I knew she liked it too because she let her head fall back against me for a moment before she turned around to face me. When she wrapped her arms around my neck, all it took was one look in her eyes to see that she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
I knew messing around with her was a bad idea. I didn’t know her, and she didn’t know me. We were two very different people, each from a different background. I grew up privileged, while she grew up with nothing. She was forced to live a life ofcrime, and I willingly took that on. We were complete opposites, with only one thing in common: we were both in the process of leaving our old lives behind, looking toward our future in a desperate attempt to start over. Fate threw us together, and it was only a matter of time before it pulled us apart.
I climbed out of the shower and headed for bed. It didn’t take any time at all before I was out cold.
Those last couple of days must have been harder on me than I thought because once I was out, I was out, and the alcohol I'd consumed only made my sleep deeper. I didn't remember stirring throughout the night. All I knew was that one minute I was just lying down, and the next, I was waking up when I felt the bed move. I opened my eyes to the room being filled with bright light. I rolled over and found Amelia curled up beside me.
“How are you feeling this morning?” I asked softly.
“I feel like crap that's been eaten and crapped out again.”
I smirked. “That's pretty bad.”
She rubbed her face. “You’re telling me. Why'd you let me drink like that?”
