“Oh,” she murmured, as she gazed at our reflection.
“I can’t take the credit for putting it up. Whoever had it before me must’ve liked mirrors.”
Alex brought her gaze to mine again. “But you didn’t take it down?”
“Nah, it’s pretty cool sometimes.”
“Yuck.”
“Don’t knock it til you try it, babe.”
She shot me a disgusted look before stumbling over to the bed. When she started to faceplant on the mattress, I grabbed her arm. “Wait a minute.” With my other arm, I pulled down the spread and sheets. “Get under the covers.”
She snorted. “Yes, Daddy.”
That word on her lips sent a jolt straight to my cock. “Shut up”
In a sing-song voice, she asked, “Are you gonna read me a bedtime story, too?”
“No, I’m not. I’m going to hope and pray your drunken ass finally passes out because you’re driving me crazy.” Her response was to stick her tongue out at me. “Now you’re also an immature drunk.”
“Ugh, it’s hot,” she whined, kicking off the covers.
“If you can wait a damn minute, I’ll turn on the fan.” When I turned back around from hitting the switch, I sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of Alex ripping off her shirt. The white lacy bra was about the sexiest thing I’d seen in a long fucking time. It may not have been skimpy, but just the fact I could see the outline of Alex’s pink nipples beneath the lacy shit made my mouth run dry.
But she wasn’t done tormenting me. Oh no, she had to rip off her jeans next to reveal white boy shorts. I licked my lips, trying hard to hold myself back from ripping them off of her and burying my face between her legs.
With my dick pounding against my zipper, I knew I needed to get the fuck out of there. If I didn’t, I was going to do something I would regret—something I never, ever did, which was fuck a seriously drunk girl.
When I turned to go, she grabbed onto my arm, pulling me to the bed. “Noooo, don’t leave.”
“Give me a fucking break, Alex. You can sleep it off by yourself.”
She giggled. “I promise not to try to take advantage of you.”
“That ain’t it.” No, I would be the one defiling her in a hundred different ways.
Her amusement faded. Staring up at me with those big brown eyes, she asked, “Don’t you want to stay with me?”
“You wouldn’t ask me that question if you were sober.”
“And why not?”
“Because you would know that I’m sure as hell not the type of man who does what a woman asks.”
“Even if she begs?”
“I only listen to pleading when I’m fucking.”
Her nose wrinkled. “You’re a disgusting pig.”
“Yeah, I am, babe. And don’t forget it.”
“Would you at least sit on the edge of the bed until I go to sleep?”
“You’re not giving up, are you?”
“I promise I won’t tell anyone that you did. You can save face in front of your brothers. Besides, I probably won’t remember this in the morning anyway.”
