Chapter 26

26

I stumbled into Elijah, giggling as I did so. It was the first time I’d been able to join in on all the drinking festivities, and I was wasted .

Elijah laughed softly as he wrapped his arm around me, holding me up before I slumped to the floor.

“I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink, doll,” he told me, shaking his head, a smile playing on his lips.

“Just a little,” I giggled, squeezing my fingers together. Hell, I apparently had two hands wavering in front of me doing the same motion, so it was fair to say I was way past drunk.

He laughed and leaned down, sweeping me up into his arms. “I think it’s time to call it a night, doll.”

I pouted at him. “Do we have to?”

He grinned. “Yeah, doll. You’ve had way too much to drink.”

I pouted. He leaned down and kissed me, licking the seam of my lips. “Mmm. Strawberry.”

I beamed at him. “Tanner made it. It tastes really good.”

He shook his head, nodding at some of the men as he passed them on his way to the stairs. “It’s probably what got you fucked up, too.”

Once we were upstairs, he laid me on the bed. I groaned and rolled onto my side, yawning.

“Not yet, doll. Come on. You need to get changed into something more comfortable,” Elijah coaxed.

I groaned. “No. Leave me ‘lone,” I mumbled, sleep already tugging at me, slurring my words even more than they already were.

He flipped me over onto my back. I groaned in protest. He kissed me softly before he tugged my shirt over my head and unsnapped my bra, tossing both items to the floor. I pulled at my nipples, moaning as I did so.

“Not tonight, baby girl,” Elijah gently told me as he tugged my shorts down my legs. “I want you sober every time I take your body.”

I whined in protest. He laughed softly and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh before he pulled his shirt over his head and slid it on me. I rolled back onto my side as he walked over to a dresser, letting my eyes slide shut.

I groaned in protest again when Elijah gently rolled me back over. “Come on, doll. Let’s get these panties on you, and then you can sleep.”

I huffed but obeyed, yawning again. Once I was dressed completely, Elijah slid in bed behind me, tugging me into his arms. He turned off the lamp and pressed his lips to the back of my head. “Goodnight, baby girl.”

“Night,” I mumbled, but I wasn’t sure if it was coherent. Sleep was already pulling me under.