He does an over-exaggerated nod, boy he really is drunk.
“Oh hell,” Bridget whines. “The room is spinning. I don’t feel so good,” she slurs.
“How much have you idiots drunk?” I ask.
“Way too much,” Joshua sighs as he closes his eyes and throws the back of his forearm over his eyes.
“Joshua, put the food in the bin before you go to sleep,” I snap.
He shakes his head. “No,” he says flatly.
“Just save it for breakfast,” Cameron answers as he walks into my lounge room and flops onto the lounge.
Joshua immediately starts to drift off and Bridget goes to the bathroom.
“I’m going to throw up,” she moans.
I stand in annoyance and go to my linen press and grab a blanket and throw it over Cam on the lounge and grab a bag and start picking up the fools’ fries that are scattered throughout my bed. Joshua is out cold, asleep on his back, and Bridget is in the bathroom throwing up.
I walk down the hall to her. “Are you ok Didge?” I ask.
“No, call me an ambulance,” she mutters from her seat on the floor.
I smile. “Come on into my spare bed.” I try to pull her up.
“No, just leave me here. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure baby?” I wipe her forehead.
“Mmm.” She puts her head onto her arms over her knees.
I hate that spinning room feeling. I leave the lights on for Didge and go back to bed and I screw my face up in disgust as I enter my room. Joshua smells like he has been tipping the tequila all over himself … and he’s been smoking, he stinks.
I smile as I drift off to sleep, at least he’s here. Drunk as a skunk and incoherent … but here nonetheless.
I’m hot and crowded on my bed, and it is still very dark. Those expensive drapes are without a doubt the best thing I have ever purchased. I feel Joshua’s large erection in my back as I lie on my side and I can tell by his breathing he is still asleep. Bloody hell, he’s always up for it … conscious or not. I wriggle away from him. I’m exhausted and need to sleep some more. Fifteen minutes later I feel Joshua’s hand grab my hipbone and bring my body back down to meet his.
“Mmm,” I grumble as I try to move away from him. He’s got to be kidding. I am way too tired. “Don’t,” I mumble again.
He kisses my neck from behind and grinds his erection into my behind as he grabs my hip … when did he take his clothes off?
“Don’t ever say don’t to me,” he whispers as he kisses the back of my neck again and pulls me harder back onto him.
My eyelids are still too heavy to open and I smirk. “Joshua, I’m off you, remember.”
I can feel him smile into my neck. “I’m off you too. Fuck now, fight later.”
I smirk. “Shut up and go back to sleep.”
“No, I need sex now. I don’t wait.” He bites my neck from behind and I flinch and giggle.
“Eeww. Stop it,” Bridget snaps.
My eyes fly open, shit, Bridget is in bed with us. I flick my arm out and sure enough she is lying on the other side of the bed in the darkness with her back to us.
“Bridget, I didn’t know you were here. What are you doing in my bed?” I giggle as I elbow Joshua in the ribs swiftly.
“Being repulsed by bad porn apparently,” she murmurs flatly into the darkness.
I giggle into my pillow and Joshua reaches over the top of me and roughly ruffles Bridget’s hair.
“Stop it,” she snaps as she shoos him away.
“Didge, leave now, your sister is about to get nailed.” Joshua and I laugh, he’s teasing her.
“For fuck’s sake. You are gross!” she yells.
“Cameron, get in here, your brother is being an animal,” Bridget yells into the lounge room with her husky I’ve-had-too-many-tequilas voice as she flicks on the lamp.
I laugh again and Joshua pretends to try and jump on top of me to further infuriate Bridget. I squeal in laughter.
Cameron sleepily walks to the door in his boxer shorts as he rubs his hands through his hair. “What’s going on?” he asks.
“Joshua is saying he is going to nail Natasha.”
He stretches and raises his eyebrows as his eyes flick to us. “Sounds fair,” he mutters as he walks in and flops across the bottom of our bed.
Joshua immediately tries to kick him off. “That means get out you two.” He grabs me again in an over-exaggerated cuddle and I laugh.
“Stop it,” I whisper as he bites me again.
I screw up my face. “How much did you drink last night? You were so drunk.”