Page 170 of Stanton Unconditional

“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.

“Eww. 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 living 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 through 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.”

Joshua kisses my shoulder and closes his eyes again as he ignores my question.

“It was all Stan’s fault, oh my God, how many trays of tequila did we drink?” Cameron stammers.

Joshua shrugs as he keeps his eyes closed. “It was Didge,” he murmurs.

“Liar.” She sighs with her back still to us.

Ten minutes later, nothing has changed, Cameron is across the bottom of my bed snoring with his back to us and Bridget is asleep next to us with her back to me and Joshua is right behind me, grinding me into next week.