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“No,” she grumbles. “I’m having fun.”
“I know, but you’re gonna be worshiping the porcelain god before you know it, and I’d—”
“Dip?”
As I carry her out the door and to my place, I watch her carefully. “Yeah, Kennedy?”
“I don’t feel s’good.”
“I know.”
“I don’t like Minnie,” she complains.
“Neither do I.”
We reach my porch, and she latches onto my cut and pulls me close.
“You better not fuck her again.”
“No chance of that happening.”
Once we’re inside, I take her straight to my bedroom.
Kennedy frowns. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I will.”
“Dip?”
“Yeah?” I ask as I lower her to the mattress.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.”
I whirl around with her still in my arms and race into the bathroom. Somehow, I manage to get her on her knees in front of the toilet just as she hurls.
While she pukes up almost an entire bottle of Fireball, and the remaining picnic contents in her stomach, I get a washcloth and run it under cold water. Sitting on the floor, I straddle her from behind and hold her hair out of her face and set the washcloth aside.
“That’s it,” I croon, rubbing her back lightly. “Get it all up.”
I don’t know how long she throws up for, but the dry heaving begins and each time her body seizes, mine coils tight. I hate watching her suffer. But I know she has to get it out of her system if there’s any hope of her getting some sleep tonight.
When she’s finally done, she collapses against me, and I scoot us both back so I can lean on the wall.
“I’m never getting drunk again,” she mutters.
I press the washcloth to her forehead and hold her to my chest.
“Everyone says that,” I inform her.
“Maybe, but I mean it.”
I chuckle. “Everyone says that too.”
“Shut up,” she snaps, but her tone is laced with exhaustion.
“Okay.”
Several minutes pass, and her body goes limp. Kennedy is tiny, so it’s easy for me to maneuver and stand with her in my arms. I carry her to bed and lay her down before stripping her out of her sweaty clothes.
