Page 75 of Filthy Player
Every time she woke me up, I tucked her tight against me and she settled.
I waited to see if she’d fall back asleep but her body tensed.
“You okay?” I murmured.
She groaned again. “Stop shouting.”
My chest shook while I tried to quell my laughter.
“Ugh,” she groaned again and pushed off me. I let her go slowly as she rolled to her back and then her left side. “Shoot me and take my pain away.”
After I’d brought her into the bedroom last night, she’d stripped out of her clothes and fell into bed, naked, passing out as soon as she curled into me. Now, her bare back was exposed to me and I reached out, tracing a fingertip down the length of her spine. She shivered, and curled into her pillow, hugging it to her side while I ran my finger up and down her back, goose bumps pebbling in my wake.
“Need me to get you some water and Advil?”
“Swallowing anything might make me throw up again.”
“You tied one on pretty hard.”
“I had a lot I wanted to forget.” She moaned again and squeezed her eyes closed, turning her head before opening them. “I’m glad you came back. I thought you’d left.”
“Never,” I said and rested my hand on her back at the base of her spine. “I don’t want to ever walk away from you.”
Her lips lifted into a hint of a grin and then she turned a pale shade of green.
“Ugh.” She groaned and covered her mouth. Before I could move, she jumped out of the bed and ran down the hallway. I hurried after her, grabbing a robe at the back of her door on my way.
Poor thing either didn’t realize she was naked or didn’t care. She would if her dad or Jaxon saw her. Although, he was most likely crashing in his SUV outside like he’d said he was going to do last night.
I didn’t bother knocking on the bathroom door and I walked in as she was flushing the toilet, still leaning over it, and holding her hair with one hand at her shoulder.
“Better?”
I spent enough mornings in college to know that once you puked the next day, things typically improved.
“No,” she croaked.
“I brought you your robe.” I held it out to her and she took it, leaning back to her knees and looking down. “Oh crap. My dad—”
“Is sleeping downstairs. And I sent Melanie home last night so no one else is here or awake.”
“Thank God.” She sighed and tugged on her robe. “Why does drinking so much make your bones hurt?”
I doubted she really wanted a lesson in dehydration so I kept my mouth shut. “Take your time getting ready. I’m going to go downstairs and get coffee ready. Want me to bring you that Advil?”
“Yeah. In a minute. I might take a shower first.”
“Okay.” I kissed the top of her head and stood up. “We do have stuff to talk about today, though.”
“Awesome,” she muttered and closed her eyes, resting her head in her hands.
“Come on.” I held out my hand and waited for her to take it. Gently, I pulled Paige to her feet and then tugged her into my arms. “It’ll all be okay, I swear it. Neither Jaxon or his team or I will let anything happen to you or anyone else. I promise.”
“Thanks, Beaux.”
I held her, and slowly, she wrapped her arms around my back, holding on to me with the strength of a gnat. Chuckling, I let her go and reached into the shower and turned it on. “Let that warm up some,” I said.
I needed to get out of there before she got naked again. I didn’t care that she was hung over and feeling like shit, her body pressed to mine woke my dick up. If I didn’t get out of there, her dad would receive a very loud wake-up call in the form of his daughter screaming my name.
