lay my soul bare, but she’s been drinking and this wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have while she was drunk. This conversation deserved a fair chance and it wouldn’t get one while tempers and emotions were high and under the influence of alcohol.
She grabbed the empty glass of water off the table and threw it at me. “Answer me!”
I didn’t move because, let’s face it…I deserved her wrath, but her aim was shit, so the glass sailed past my head and met its demised, shattering in the kitchen somewhere.
“We’re not going to have this conversation while you’re drunk, Fiona, so-” I stopped when I saw her frantically looking around for something else to throw at me. I stepped to her and grabbed her by her shoulders. “Stop it and calm down, Fi-”
Her eyes rounded, and she covered her mouth with her hand. I knew that look, and I knew that gesture. Anyone who’s ever been drunk knew it well. I jumped back out of her way and watched as she flew past me to the bathroom.
I was on her heels and found her lifting the toilet lid just in time to empty her tequila shots. I went up behind her and pulled her hair back with one hand while I rubbed her back with my other. I cringed every time I felt her muscle contract. Vomiting sucked no matter what the reason.
“Shh, baby, you’ll be okay.”
She hugged the porcelain for ten minutes before it became clear that she was done. I let go of her hair and went back into the kitchen to get her another glass of water. I found her exactly how I left her when I made my way back to the bathroom.
I handed her the glass. “Here’s some water, baby.”
She took the glass and used the water to rinse and swish her mouth out. She silently handed me back the glass, and I placed it on the counter. I, then, lifted her onto her feet and helped her to the counter. Without speaking, I handed her the toothpaste and her toothbrush. She took them both and began brushing her teeth.
I turned on the shower and adjusted the water to her liking. She watched me through the mirror, but still didn’t say anything.
I stepped up behind her and bent to remove her sandals. Once those were off, I reached around and unbuttoned her jeans and slid them, along with her panties, down her legs and off her feet. She worked with me in removing her blouse as she was still scrubbing her teeth and tongue. I didn’t blame her for brushing her teeth until her gums bled. Did I mention before that throwing up sucked?
She unhooked and took off her bra herself and finally she was standing before me naked. God, this woman made me crazy. I wanted to take that perfectly trimmed triangle she had above her pussy and barber my goddamn name in it. I wanted to tattoo my fucking name across her tits. I wanted her wedding ring to spell out Greystone in diamonds and keep her pregnant with fifty kids.
Fuck. The more she let me in, the crazier I was becoming.
I started ripping off my clothes, nearly strangling myself with trying to remove my tie. Her eyes got huge in the mirror. “At ur u oing?”
I lifted a brow. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I didn’t stop undressing.
She turned around and gawked at me. “Yo an seousy be urn n rit now!”
I just smirked at her. “I’m always turned on around you, baby.”
She turned back around and dropped her toothbrush back in the toothbrush holder and spit out the rest of the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth out. The second she was done, she whirled back again to face me. “How can you possibly be,” she waved her hand towards the vicinity of my crotch, “turned on after just watching me throw up tequila shots?!”
I stepped towards her completely naked, lifted her by her hips and sat her on the edge of the counter. “I’ve already told you…morning breath, not showering, your period, or you throwing up a bar full of alcohol will never keep me from wanting to stick my dick inside your luscious pussy lips, baby.”
She looked a hot mess. Her hair was matted, her makeup was a ruined mess down her face, her eyes were puffy and I could see her gums still bleeding a little bit, but God, she made my heart hurt.