Marcie fluffed the pillow, and I put Storm on the bed and pulled the comforter up over her, careful not to wake her. She let out a small sigh and rolled to her side.
“You guys can go back and enjoy the party. I’m going to stay in here with her. You know, just to be sure she doesn’t choke on her own vomit,” Marcie voiced, scrunching up her nose.
“I’ll stay.” I walked across the room and lowered myself on to the dark rose-colored chair.
“Oh no! I can’t ask you to do that. She’s my friend and this is your birthday party. I’m sorry this happened. She’s usually more careful,” Marcie said.
Russ wrapped his arm around her and explained that I was used to looking out for the band and taking care of stuff like that. That’s why they call me the dad of the group. I was usually on their ass about what they were doing and the image they portrayed to the fans. Marcie exhaled a heavy breath and with a look of defeat on her face, she followed Russ toward the door.
“If you need us…” Russ started, but I cut him off.
“I got this.”
I tilted my head toward the bed where Storm lie, snoring softly. I felt like some kind of creeper standing there watching her sleep, but damn she was beautiful. Her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow and looked like a halo. I slouched back down in the chair as far as I could and crossed my legs at the ankle. I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the wall. I could hear the party going on outside, but to tell the truth, I’d much rather be inside with her.
I awoke sometime in the early morning when Storm climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I waited a few short minutes and then the sound of painful moans floated through the door. I jumped to my feet and opened the bathroom door unannounced. She was on her knees in front of the toilet vomiting.
“Here, let me hold your hair.” I pulled her hair back from her face until she propped her head against her arm on the toilet seat.
“Let me get you a cold bath cloth.” I began searching through the closet until I found one and carried it over to her. She washed her face and tossed the cloth into the bathroom sink.
She rinsed her mouth and then back into the bedroom, leaving me standing in the bathroom alone. When I walked back to the bedroom she had crawled into bed and pulled the comforter up around her shoulders.
I don’t think she even knew I was there. She’sgoing to have a hell of a hangover in the morning. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water for her and for myself. I rummaged through the drawer in the bathroom and found something for pain and placed it on the bedside table.
The next morning, she slowly began to stir, so I sat up straight in the chair. She sat up in bed and looked around the room. She was trying to figure out where she was, no doubt. Her eyes widened when she saw me.
“Stop staring at me.” She grumbled as she placed her hand on her head, “My head is killing me,” propping herself against her pillow.
“It should,” I told her. “There’s some pain medication and water on the table.” I tilted my head to the right.
“You drank too much last night and worried your friend,” I told her.
“Were you in here all night and just…what? Watched me sleep?” she asked, pressing her fingers against her temples trying to relieve some of the pressure from a hangover. “Creeper much?”
“I was. In case you got sick during the night.” A look of embarrassment flashed across her beautiful face.
She frowned and gathered the sheet, pulling it all the way up to her neck. Her shiny blonde hair hung over her shoulders, with a few strands stuck to the side of her face. She was adorable with the sleep creases on the side of her face from her pillow.
“You’re beautiful when you sleep.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. “But what you need isfor someone to spank that ass for you for worrying everyone last night.”
“I’d like to see you try to spank me.” She lifted her chin in defiance.
I jumped to my feet and had her from the bed with her over my knee in the blink of an eye. She was still wearing that blue bikini from yesterday. Just one look at that perfect ass-round, beautiful, and firm. The first slap I landed caused her to gasp in surprise. She began to wiggle, trying to free herself.
“You’re nuts!” she snapped.
That comment earned her another smack to her behind. Just as I thought, her skin was now the perfect shade of pink. I lightly caressed her cheek to ease the sting, but that was when I noticed the crotch of her swimsuit was wet. She liked getting spanked. My fingers skimmed the crotch of her suit, causing her to squirm on my lap. Little Miss Storm had some kinks. I slid her off my lap and on to the bed and headed for the door.
“You’re just going to leave now?” she huffed, a touch of desperation in her voice. I took my phone from my pocket and snapped a picture of her sitting on the side of the bed looking pissed.
“Delete that!” she demanded.
“I want to remember how beautiful you are in the morning. It’s not every day you see an angel.” Her pale blue eyes locked with mine. Lust and need shown back. She looked me from up to down while licking her lips. Breaking the silence, I asked, “Want coffee?”
I stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind me. Thankfully, I could smell the wonderful aroma before I made it to the kitchen. Someone had already made a pot. I reached into the cabinet and grabbed two mugs. I poured myself a cup, but before I could turn around, I froze. I felt her. My dick began to rise without even seeing her. There was no doubt it was her. I could smell the coconut body wash as it floated through the air. The air around us changed. It was as if our bodies were in tune with each other. Each playing their own sweet melody. I poured her a cup of coffee. She shook her head. Before I knew what was happening, she wrapped her legs around me and her mouth was on mine. Her fingers tugged at my hair, pulling me as close as possible. My tongue dipped inside, greeting hers, doing a mating dance of their own. My hands to her hips, pulling her against me. I wanted her to feel how badly I wanted her. We quickly separated when we heard the stairs creak from footsteps. Shit!
“What cha doin?” Marcie grinned. I felt like a kid that had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. My hair was sticking up everywhere from her fingers running through it and her lips were swollen from our kisses and she had rosy cheeks. Russ rounded the corner and stopped alongside Marcie and stared.
