Page 117 of The Blind Date

"Because you're driving the rest of the way."

"What? Why me?"

"I'm still hungover, and your brother has the runs. So, unless you want us all to die today, you're driving."

"Fine,” Cillian grumbled as he handed me his driver's license to begin the insurance process. "But I'm a terrible driver. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Nice try," I snorted.

When Cillian had told me he was a terrible driver, I had thought he was just trying to get out of it, but he hadn't been joking. When we stopped at the next petrol station for Cedric to rush in for the bathroom once again, I felt sick. And I had never suffered from car sickness before.

"Vodka? At this time of morning?" Cedric groaned as he dropped his head in the crook of my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

"I need to be drunk if I'm going to put up with your brother's driving for another hour and a half,” I murmured and I glanced down the aisle. "Do you want to get a Coke? It might help settle your stomach."

"This is so fucking embarrassing,” he whispered against my neck. "Yes, please.”

I bit my tongue to hold back my laughter and paid for the drinks. I grabbed another two drinks. One for Cedric and his upset stomach, one for me to mix with the vodka, and one for Cillian in hopes that it would appease him enough to stop whining about having to drive.

The next time I went on a road trip with the Barlowes, no one was allowed to drink a drop of alcohol at least three days in advance.

ChapterThirty-One

The two-and-a-half-hour drive turned into four hours, thanks to all the pit spots we had to make on the way. Four hours later, we arrived outside The Spring Hotel, also known as the most luxurious hotel in all of Bath. All contestants were being put up here for free, and their guests at a discounted price.

"Thanks for the room, brother!" Cillian grinned and bumped fists with Cedric before disappearing into the room next to ours.

“You're going to have to leave some of your stuff in your brother’s room if you want this to be more believable,” I said.

"I'll do it after lunch," Cedric groaned. "We're already so late. I hope the restaurant is still serving lunch. I’m starving.”

“I’m not surprised you’re starving after the eventful morning you’ve had,” I snickered, thinking of all the breaks we had taken for him to use the bathroom. I was almost certain today would be the first and last time Cedric used Dad’s special hangover cure.

Cedric growled lowly and pulled me into his arms. He bowed his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my mouth.

“You’re lucky I love you, darling,” he whispered against my mouth. “Otherwise, I’d make you pay for that comment.”

“That’s too bad,” I whispered breathlessly, my fingers digging into his shirt as his tongue did sinful things to my mouth. “I’d like to see how you make me pay.”

Cedric’s chest vibrated against mine as he growled, and before I could see it coming, he had me bent over his knees with the bottom of my dress pulled up to reveal my ass and the lacy blue thong I had pulled on this morning. He made a low, appreciative sound and pulled my thong down to my knees, leaving it there to keep my legs restricted.

I gasped his name when his palm landed on my ass as he spanked me. The gasp turned into a moan when he did it again. And again and again, spanking me until I had tears of pleasure running down my face and the evidence of my arousal decorating the inside of my thighs.

“You want to make fun of me again, darling?” Cedric growled, his voice gruff and thick with need, sounding just as turned on as I felt.

“No,” I whimpered, writhing desperately on his lap. His hard cock digging into my stomach only turned me on more, and if he didn’t do something about my throbbing pussy soon, it felt like I would go crazy with need. “Cedric, please,” I begged.

“Tell me what you need, darling.”

“I need you.”

“My fingers?” He asked in a low murmur.

A loud moan escaped me when he spanked me again, but this time, he delivered it lower and directly to my pussy. The sharp sting of his palm against my pussy had my legs quivering, and Cedric smirked and did it again.

“Do you want my fingers, darling?”

“No,” I whined and writhed on his lap. “I want your cock.”

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