Page 149 of There's No Us Without You
Before I can lean in to kiss her, she slams her hand on the bar and screams at Will that she needs another drink.
Yep. Definitely drunk.
Will glances over, a glass in his hand as he pours a beer from the tap. “Do you want me to kick you out?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Because I will throw you over my shoulder and dump your drunk arse on the street.”
Eden snorts. “I’d like to see you try, big boy.”
Bloody hell, I don’t need a reminder of the size of Will’s dick. At some stage, I know that thing is going to be inside me, and to say I’m petrified is an understatement. It’s much more intimidating when your face is millimetres from it.
Her laugh sends Stella—who’s now sitting on Carter’s lap—into a fit of giggles as they grip each other’s hands. It’s like the blind leading the blind—or in their case, the drunk leading the drunk.
Carter shakes his head, scrubbing a hand through his blond hair. “Jesus, you two are fucking smashed. You’ll be a big bag of fun tomorrow.”
Stella whips her head around like the chick out ofThe Exorcistand pins him with her squinted eyes. “Shut up, you... you...” She blinks twice before straightening her spine. “Butthead.” The last word comes out in a hiccup, before she throws herself at Eden again, laughing as though it’s the most insulting insult in the world of insults.
“Butthead?” Carter grins. “Is that the best you got, baby? You really need to work on your name calling. Have I taught you nothing?”
Eden narrows her eyes and points at Carter as she leans over Stella. “I have a good one,” she says, the words slurring together. “Dickhole.”
Hysterical laughter erupts from them both for a second time, but this time Eden falls backwards and grips onto Stella’s arm, pulling her to the alcohol-soaked ground with her.
“Christ, she’s definitely been hanging around you two for too long.” Carter rubs the spot between his eyes as he shakes his head.
Will scoffs. “You’re one to talk.”
Carter only shrugs before reaching down to grab the girls’ hands. “Come on, you two,” he says, pulling them back into a standing position.
Once Eden is upright, I plant her safely on a stool, and stand behind her, my chin resting on the top of her head. She spins in her seat to poke me in the chest. “Have I told you how I get really horny when I’m drunk?”
Fucking Christ.
I shake my head, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Carter covers his ears. “I can’t un-hear that shit.”
Stella leans over and grabs his hands. “Take me to the bathroom, baby. I feel...” She snaps her hands over her mouth as though she’s going to throw up.
“Oh shit.” Carter jumps up and grabs Stella around the waist to lead her towards the exit. He waves over his head. “See you guys later. I’ll be the one wearing vomit.”
Eden ends up back in the crowd of dancers while Sam takes the stool where Carter was. We fall into easy conversation as Will keeps the drinks coming, while also monitoring Eden.
Even though he won’t admit it just yet, he’s found the one who’s going to bringhimto his knees.
Whatever it is between me and him has been brewing for a while—add Eden to the mix and it’s fucking explosive.
When he places another drink down in front of me, I give him a wink, a slight smirk on my face.
All I get in return is a slight raise of an eyebrow before he pours another beer for one of the boys.
I frown when Will pulls his phone out and stares at the screen. I’m only assuming it’s a text message.
“Fuck.” He scrubs a hand over his face, shaking his head before shoving the phone back in his pocket.
“You good?”
“Fine. Keep an eye on Eden,” he says before stalking off towards his office.
Grumpy prick. Seems our evolving relationship hasn’t made him less of an arse.
