Chapter 27
27
I felt like miners were hacking away at my skull.
Definitely not the best way to wake up.
I groaned and reached up to hold my head, my eyes slowly opening. The room was dark. Elijah’s arm was still thrown over my waist, but I could tell he was awake. Hell, I was shocked that he was still in bed considering he was normally up and dealing with club shit right about now.
“How bad is the hangover?” he whispered.
I sighed. “Horrible,” I muttered.
He pressed a tender kiss to the back of my head before he got up from the bed. I heard him move into the bathroom. I shut my eyes again, listening as he quietly opened and closed a door and ran some water.
A moment later, he was kneeling in front of me, a glass of water in one hand and two tablets in the other. “Take these,” he ordered. “We’ll get a shower, get some greasy food in your stomach, and get you hydrated. You’ll feel better by noon; I promise.”
I slowly sat up, nausea swirling in my gut as I did so. I moaned in discomfort, squeezing my eyes shut, willing myself not to vomit all over Elijah’s bed.
“Easy, doll,” he rumbled. “Open.”
I obediently opened my mouth, and he dropped the two tablets in before pressing the glass of water to my lips. I greedily drank the entire glass, my throat way more parched than I thought it had been.
After, Elijah helped me up from the bed and led me over to the bathroom where he proceeded to undress me. I let him lead me through the motions, lifting my arms when he told me to, stepping out of my panties when he tapped my ankles.
And then, he bathed me in the shower, gently washing my hair for me before soaping my entire body down. He didn’t even push for sex, though I knew he wanted it considering his cock was bobbing between us, desperate to be inside me.
Instead, Elijah focused on taking care of me, and it was really fucking nice.
Tanner set a plate of greasy fries in front of me with two bottles of water. “Fries?” I questioned. It was time for breakfast , not lunch.
“Trust me – they’re hangover miracles,” she assured me. “You got pretty fucking wasted last night.”
I groaned. My head was still pounding, but the guys had drawn the curtains in the clubhouse, shrouding it in darkness besides a lamp here or there turned on so no one walked into any tables.
“Remind me to never drink this much again,” I mumbled.
Elijah laughed softly beside me, a cup of coffee in his hands. “Eat, doll.”
I frowned at the fries. “I’m not sure if I can hold this down,” I confessed.
His hand splayed over my bare thigh, and he gently squeezed it. “Just try.”
With a heavy sigh, I grabbed a fry and popped it in my mouth, chewing slowly. My stomach was still churning, but I didn’t feel like vomiting, so I guess that was a plus.
Dawson took a seat on the other side of me, nodding once at Tanner. She flushed and rushed into the kitchen. Elijah chuckled. “Still can’t pin her down?” Elijah asked him before he took a sip of his coffee.
“Woman is as stubborn as they fucking come,” Dawson complained.
“Stop sticking your dick in every hole available in this clubhouse, and you might make some leeway with her,” I mumbled, feeling particularly grouchy. Besides, it wasn’t fair to call Tanner stubborn when he wouldn’t be straight up with her.
Dawson grunted at me. “Not fucking just one woman until she gives me exclusivity as well.”
I shrugged and grabbed another fry. “Her job is to spread her legs when asked. You want exclusivity with her? You ,” I said, pointing the fry at him, wincing when pain shot through my skull, “have to make that happen.”
Dawson stayed silent. I shoved the fry in my mouth and dropped my head to my hand, closing my eyes as I chewed. Elijah silently rubbed my back. Tanner popped out of the kitchen with a plate of eggs and toast for Dawson and a cup of coffee. She set both items in front of him. Then, before she could walk away, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her down to his lap, covering her lips with his.
I grinned at them before I closed my eyes again, finishing up my plate of fries.
Maybe one day they’d have what Elijah and I shared together.