Pushing the door open, I find her in the exact same spot, still snoring lightly. Although now she has a wedgie, one side of her blue panties has slivered up her ass. Walking over to her, I shake her shoulder and she mumbles incoherently. “Ella?” I call her.
“I have a wedgie, it’s in my butt,” she slurs. “I can’t reach my butt.” I laugh at her, finding this very amusing. She will be mortified in the morning, but for now, she seems rather relaxed.
“Your muncle tried to kill me with scongs,” she mumbles, and I try to roll her onto her back.
I feel her queasiness the moment I roll her. Before I can even do anything else, she suddenly lurches forward and throws up on me. I freeze in shock, not expecting her to projectile vomit on me. I then blink down at her as she proceeds to wipe her mouth on my shirt as she untucks it.
“Sorry, I feel better now,” she mumbles while I remain covered in her vomit and extremely grossed out. Kaif laughs his head off, finding it hilarious when she suddenly slumps forward, her head resting where she just emptied her stomach on me. My OCD brain is trying to register the mess without throwing the mate in the bin. My entire body is screaming – abort mission to save the meltdown I am trying not to have right now. I am entirely repulsed as I stand there, still frozen. What the hell do I do?
“Kaif?”
“Oh, you big baby, move over.” I never call him willingly forward, but this is too much. I can’t deal with this. I need him to handle it.
“Well, while you’re down there, love.”
Kaif growls huskily as her head slides down my crotch, she swats at the air and I am pretty sure she is trying to hit us or some imaginary midget behind us.
Kaif scoops her up walking toward the bathroom and mind-linking Lucas to clean the mess in my room since it is his fault. He easily undresses her but lingers way too long in some areas, and I have to snap at him twice and remind him she is off her head. He places her at the bottom of the shower before looking in the mirror.
“Get it off!” I tell him, disgusted with the thought of touching my own clothes. He rolls my eyes, unbuttoning my shirt before growling and tearing it when my fingers don’t do what they are supposed to.
My clothes fall away in tatters as he gives up shredding them and, for once, I have no issues with him ruining my clothes. I’m certain I would have burned them, anyway. Not to mention the entire floor needs to be mopped good ten times over. I shudder and step back. Lucas can clean this shit up, too.
Turning toward the shower, she jolts when the cold water hits her and I adjust the taps as she slumps forward again.
“I won’t fit into the cauldron. Your Luca can’t eat me,” she mumbles, her eyes still half shut as she stays slumped against the wall of the shower.
“No, you definitely won’t fit in my cauldron, because I don’t have one,” I tell her, stepping in and grabbing a washcloth. I quickly wash before sliding down to sit on the floor next to her and pull her over to me so I can wash her.
She is not a cooperative drunk, fighting me every step of the way with her swatting hands, saying I am scrubbing too hard or not hard enough.
“Ella, stop,” I whine at her, trying to pull chunks of gunk from her hair. Shuddering internally the entire time. “I am two seconds away from pinning you under the water,” I growl warningly at her when she complains I am pulling her hair. Eventually, she passes out again. I am gonna kill him, fucking feed her scone laced with liquor. Lucas knocks on the door.
“Everything alright in there?” Lucas’s voice comes. I narrow my eyes, wanting to give him a good pummeling.
“No, but I can handle it. This is all your damn fault,” I growl back at him and I’m pretty sure I hear him laugh.
“Room is clean, and fresh linen,” he says before I hear the bedroom door shut. Groaning, I move her around and shut the water off. Wrapping a towel around my waist and picking her drunken ass up off the floor. I place her on the bed while I put some boxers on before trying to dress her.
I’m trying my best not to check her out shamelessly. It isn’t easy when my entire body wants her and her not giving crap that she is naked doesn’t help the matter either. She rolls over and sticks out her ass, and I force myself to look away.
“It’s too hot,” she whines, wriggling and tugging the shirt off that I painstakingly put on her. I growl at her, tugging the blanket back up that she keeps kicking off us. Grabbing her, and tucking her against me, I lock her feet between my legs so she will stop squirming and kicking the blankets off. I can’t keep dressing her. She can stay like this now.
“It’s hot, Kyan,” she complains, thrashing and kicking her legs out. I growl at her when she suddenly rolls her very naked body against mine and tosses her leg over my waist, getting comfortable.
All while I try to relax and not get hard with her bare pussy resting against my hip. Fuck, how the hell do I focus now? Think of anything but her, I tell myself. She starts purring and I can hear Kora purring too, making Kaif chuckle.
“I like her like this. Let Lucas look after her more often,” Kaif laughs out.
“That’s because she didn’t puke on you like the damn exorcist,” I snap at him when she squirms again.
“Will you rub my butt?” she says, and I raise an eyebrow when she tries reaching for my hand. She growls at me when I tug my hand away.
“Fine, I will rub your butt. Just go to sleep,” I growl before moving to rub her butt as she asked. It actually is pretty enjoyable and I almost forgive her for that vomit. Almost.
I have been rubbing her ass for twenty minutes when Jonah finally gets here. “Rose?”
“Found,” he says, shrugging off his shirt and turning to look at the bed. He raises an eyebrow, looking down at us.
“Does she know she is naked?” he asks, tossing his shirt onto the sofa.
“Don’t ask, I have been rubbing her ass for twenty minutes, and my arm is sore, you can take over the ass rubbing, she growls when you stop,” I warn him even though she is dead to the world and I’m pretty sure she is drooling on me. Sure, I love her, but this vomiting and drooling are a bit much.
“She is going to wake up so angry. Is she in heat?” he asks.
“No, she is drunk. Blame Lucas,” I tell him, scrubbing a hand down my face.
“Here, take over,” I grumble, letting my arm finally fall.
“Gladly, one butt message coming up,” he says, rubbing his hands together and replacing my hand.
“What a strange fucking night!” I yawn happily, letting him take over.