Chapter 248: You can't have a hangover when you're asleep.

CHAPTER 248

You can't have a hangover when you're asleep.

MILLY

“Hey boys!” I giggle, staggering outside.

I almost stumble, but Pandora grabs my arm and pulls me upright. The boys look at us, confused.

“Stop laughing.” Darcy chides in a soft tone, and I nod, stifling my laughter. She’s a soft drunk, if that is a thing, and Pandora is just, well, different. This is a first experience for me, but they’ve gotten the hang of it.

My head feels light as if there’s a balloon in there, and my heart is dancing. I have never felt so alive. Shit. I love getting drunk. I had my reservations about losing my inhibitions, but I found a way around it – since I am too worried about being drunk in public, I got drunk with my best friends, in a bedroom, while we told the most embarrassing stories, did stupid dares and painted each toe a different colour.

Romeo frowns at me, “Are you drunk, baby?”

“Just a little bit.” I grin, sitting on his lap.

He wraps his hand around my stomach, pulling me into him. His scent explodes all around me, and my head swims.

How does he make me drunker than Vodka?

It doesn’t count that I took a sip of water in between every shot. He shouldn’t be able to make me feel higher than alcohol. His thick thighs flex under my ass, and my heart jumps to my throat. He buries his face in my hair before kissing my shoulder. Goosebumps break over my skin, and I melt against him.

“You smell so good.” He murmurs against my ear.

I shift on his thigh, feeling my jean shorts ride up. Good thing I am wearing his hoodie, because my nipple is turning hard. Our friends are here, so I push away the thoughts.

“Technically, we are not drunk.” Darcy begins, settling beside her boyfriend.

Pandora sits beside Kai and rests her head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her closer to him. My heart softens as he brushes her hair off her face, and she burrows further into him.

“How many bottles did you drink?” Jordan smiles at his girlfriend, twirling her braids in his hand.

“The two bottles,” I announce happily.

“The two!” Romeo stiffens in shock behind me.

“We took sips of water in between, though, so we’re solid,” Pandora mumbles sleepily, shifting into Kai’s lap until she’s straddling him.

He stares at her, stunned by her PDA, but leans into it.

“I’m not sure you’re solid. I think you’re going to have the worst hangover in the morning, or even get drunker this night.” Jordan tells us.

“I have a plan for that,” Pandora informs us happily.

“Do tell.” Romeo is amused, moving his hand on my belly. I shiver when he slips his hand under the hoodie.

“You cannot have a hangover if you’re asleep. I am going to sleep all through tomorrow – no beach trips, no cooking, nothing, just sleeping the entire day off.” She says, with a smirk.

“I’m not sure that is how it works.” Kai chuckles softly, and she shrugs.

I lean forward and poke at the fire. Romeo grabs my wrist and pulls me tighter around him. “Stay seated and do not play with the fire.” He whispers against my ear.

He is trying to be gentle and soft, but it gets the opposite reaction. I am all fired up. My breasts ache, feeling heavier, that delicious pain. I am a bit more daring as I shift in his thigh until I feel his cock stiffen under me. It is hard and ready as always. The jean shorts are doing a terrible job of covering my ass, and I subtly grind harder into him.

“You’re drunk.” His grip tightens on me, and I swallow thickly. “No.”

“What if we meet up every year?” Darcy suggests softly, and my head snaps up.

We all look at her.

“I know we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other, but Jordan will remain in the States.” She explains.

“I really like our friend group and I want to preserve it, no matter what, so what if we meet up twice a year, not even once – this shouldn’t be during holidays, or whenever we come home for whatever reason, it has to be special, for us, the six – we pick a location anywhere in the world, reunite and talk about everything. We get drunk, make memories and continue our lives.” She pauses and looks at Jordan.

“No matter what happens, we continue this tradition until we’re done with Uni. Time will pass either way.”

My heart softens, and I am faced with the reality I have been avoiding – we are leaving Jordan behind, and this, to me, feels like a bad omen. What if we get into Oxford and everyone decides to get new friends? What if we get too busy for each other? A million what-ifs in my head.

“I know it sounds cheesy, but it can work.” She adds.

“It is not cheesy, and I am in.” Kai decides immediately.

“Me too.” Pandora nods, voice thick with sleep.

“I’m in.” Jordan smiles.

I glance at Romeo, at the implication that life might get in the way, that we might break up again. I refuse to think about it. It won’t happen. So, I smile at Darcy, “I’m in.”

“So am I,” Romeo says. “It is settled. We’ll meet twice a year.

“I think I’m going to bed,” Pandora whispers, and Kai carries her up effortlessly. She clings to him like an octopus, and I watch them go.

Once they leave, Darcy and Jordan are engrossed in each other, whispering to themselves. I can turn my full attention on my boyfriend, with my mischievous plan. I go back to grinding on him, shifting my ass subtly, but enough for him to know what I want – I want him to have me. He has lit a fire in me, after all, and he never loses the chance to stroke it softly.

“Milly,” he rasps, in a strangled voice.

I send him a smile and move my ass back on me, faster this time.

Abruptly, he gets up, making me squirm. He holds on to me with one hand and walks inside. He doesn’t say anything as he walks to our bedroom. He shuts the door behind him and places me on the bed. The look in his eyes is dark, and my cheeks heat.

“Go to sleep.” He warns slowly.

“After.” I pull him down, and smash my lips against his.

He groans against my mouth, pushes my legs wider and grinds hard against me.

“Oh.” I moan loudly, feeling his hard cock press on me through the thin fabric. I want us naked, but I know this is as far as he is willing to go. I cling hard to his shoulders, wrap my legs around him and let him hump me into the bed.

He drags his mouth from mine and latches on to my neck. I drag my hands down his back, trembling as his tip nudges my clit, over and over. My orgasm hits me softly, and I groan, crying into his shoulder.

He pulls away from me with a grunt, pulls out his cock and tugs hard on it. I watch, panting, as he jerks off. He throws his head backwards, biceps bulging as he wanks hard, with my name on his lips. When he comes, he does so erotically, and I never want to forget.

“Are you ready to go to sleep now?” He asks, through a narrowed gaze, with sweat on his forehead, and his cum dripping out of his hands.

My mouth waters and I shake my head. “Not even close.”