Page 3 of Last Minute Fiancé

Not that I would ever tell her, that seemed a little too weird to say out loud.

“Okay you two, let’s get you in a rideshare and get you home.”

I blinked up in confusion at August. “But Addison and I don’t live together.”

“You live close enough, and the guy already has it set up that you guys can share the ride and get you both there. I can’t take you home when I’m dealing with everyone else. Did the fries and water help?” He studied our faces, and before we could answer, he nodded and pulled me up by my shoulder.

“Come on. Get home, drink more water, take a couple Advil, and go to bed. Thank God you don’t have to work tomorrow, but you’re still going to hate me, hate all of us, if you don’t get some sleep.” He scowled again at Addison. “You too. In fact, I’ve never seen you drink. Is something going on?”

I whirled on her, staggering a bit as I did. Thankfully, my brother kept me steady, though he didn’t look happy about it.

“That’s right. You don’t get drunk. Is it work? Am I going to have to kick someone’s ass for you, because I will. You never let me kick anyone’s ass.”

Addison smiled and leaned forward, patting my cheek.

“You’re the sweetest. But no. No asses need to be hurt. I mean, unless that’s something you like.”

I grinned as August choked from beside me, shaking his head.

“I do not understand the two of you, nor whatever type of psycho parasitic relationship you have, but it doesn’t matter. I’m getting you in the car, and the driver’s going to text me when he drops you off. Go home, drink water, and get some sleep.”

“But I didn’t tell the birthday girl goodbye.”

I looked around August to search for Devney, and August growled, pulling us towards the door.

“Devney is already on her way home, asleep in the back of the car, because she had just as much as you for her birthday.”

“That’s good. Devney never gets to really have fun anymore.”

“She has tons of fun. And because all one hundred and fifty of her siblings showed up, the place was hopping.”

“There weren’t one hundred and fifty, only like eighty-four,” I corrected, and August rolled his eyes before shoving me in the back of a car. I slammed my head into the oh-shit bar and groaned, clasping my palm to the side of my head as Addison slid into the other side. The driver said something to August, but I wasn’t paying attention, too busy breathing through the pain inside my head.

“Oh, poor baby. Let me kiss it better.”

She pulled me towards her and kissed my temple. Her lips were so damn soft, I sucked in a breath, annoyed that my cock was standing at attention. With so much to drink that shouldn’t be the case but apparently my dick didn’t care. It had been too long since it got any attention, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to do anything about it. This was Addison. My dick could get over her, just like I’d been trying to do since we’d met.

Addison pulled me so I was resting on her shoulder, but it wasn’t her shoulder, it was more like her breasts because we hit a bump and I slid down. She didn’t move me though, so I snuggled in, her breasts soft and voluptuous. The perfect fucking pillows for my hurt head.

It was a fifteen-minute drive, or at least that’s what it should be, it could have been an hour for all I knew—I was in paradise—when the driver pulled up in front of the house.

“Here you go.”

“Perfect,” Addison said as she moved, and I reluctantly slid away from her breasts.

She got out of the car and I followed, not just because of her boobs.

The driver said something, but we waved him off and he sighed before driving away.

“Weird,” Addison muttered, and I followed her into the house. She closed the door behind us and we made our way into the kitchen.

“Water and Advil, just like your brother said.”

I grinned and we each chugged a whole glass of water, my head finally no longer aching.

“I’m not as drunk as before. That’s a good thing.”

She smiled wide. “Me either.”

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