Page 25 of Sin

Hunter took the glass from her. “Nope. Now we’re gonna dance, baby girl. After that, you’ll drink a lot of water. Then we’ll figure out the rest of the night.”

He held out his hand and Adira grabbed it. He led her into another room where people were grinding against each other. Hunter pulled her in close, one hand gripping her ass. The room spun a little, but she felt pleasantly numb. The other side effect of alcohol, she discovered, was being horny as hell. She wound her arms around Hunter’s neck and pressed closer to him.

“How do you feel, baby girl?”

“Mm. I feel free.”

“Free?”

“I’m finally breaking the good girl shell.” She kissed his jaw. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good. I think I’d like that. Ares showed me how to give a blowjob, you know. I liked that as well. I’m liking everything that involves sex.”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispered in her ear. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she answered.

The next moment, his lips landed on hers. His taste, his scent, the power in his arms … it wrapped around every one of her senses and pulsed with arousal. Running his palms down her side, he gripped her ass and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist. Immediately, Ares came up behind her and slid his hand in her hair, pulling it until she bent her head back. He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth while Hunter trailed kisses down her neck.

Everyone around them disappeared. The alcohol swimming in her blood erased any inhibition. Finally, she understood what the hubbub was about, and she liked it. She floated away on a tide of sensuality, craving both men.

Chapter Eleven

Adira’s eyes felt dry as they cracked open. Sunlight pierced through her brain and she moaned. Her stomach rolled, nausea rising, and she sucked in great gulps of air to settle everything back down.

“Morning, beautiful.”

Ares’s voice boomed in the quiet room, causing a sledgehammer to tap out a staccato beat through her skull. Even turning her head sent pain ricocheting along every nerve ending. She moaned, not wanting to move ever again.

“What’s your first impression of a hangover?”

“Shut up,” she whispered, her own voice causing a thousand shards of pain to pierce her brain. Her mouth tasted like she had licked the inside of a dirty ashtray.

“I brought you some aspirin,” Hunter said as he walked into the room. He placed two round tablets and a glass of water on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Can you sit up?”

“I’m dying!” she cried.

He moved some hair off her face. “You’re not dying.”

“Is it always like this?”

“Pretty much,” Ares said. “It gets easier with time.”

“I’m never drinking again.”

Hunter chuckled. “Everybody vows that. Until you forget and then you drink again.”

“Can you be quiet, please?” she asked.

“You need to sit up, baby girl, and drink some water before taking a nap.”

“I don’t think I can move.”

“Ares, help her up.”

Gentle hands took hold of her under her armpits and lifted. Every cell in her body protested the jarring motion. Once more, nausea rolled through her.

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