Natalie Acres - Sex party

Her mouth dropped, and then she closed it. She lowered her voice. “Must we discuss the pretty little birds and dripping horny bees right now?”

Kane laughed. “I like the sound of dripping horny bees,” he almost growled. “And I bet that honey is oh so sweet.”

Braden glared at him. “Drink much?”

Peyton studied Kane. Sure enough, his eyes looked glassy.

“Come on, let’s get a beer and sit out on the upper deck. We’ll see everything better from up there anyway.” Braden encouraged the other two to leave her alone. If she understood Braden, and she did, he wanted to move Kane and Evan as far away from temptation as possible. He wouldn’t allow them to use alcohol for an excuse if their hands found some form of entertainment.

With a lopsided smile, Evan warned, “Tell Frank if he puts his paws on your ass again, I’ll kick his.”

“I’ll make sure I tell him.”

She moved between them then and deliberately pressed her chest against Kane as she made her way back through the crowd. She couldn’t wait to use Frank more. By the end of the night, three tough talking cowboys would know what it felt like to want a woman.

Braden held her hair away from her neck as she hugged the porcelain princess. He shot Vicky a condescending stare. “You knew how sick she is, and you waited until four in the morning to wake me up?”

“She didn’t want you to get mad at her.”

“How much did you two drink?”

“I don’t know. She drank more than I did.”

“What did she drink?”

Peyton was sick again, and Braden turned his head away from her and bunched her hair tighter, making sure it didn’t fall into her face. Vicky stared in disbelief before she handed him another washcloth.

Evan came into the bathroom and shook his head. “They’ve cleaned us out.”

“Damn it! What did she drink?” Kane walked in behind Evan. The veins in his neck strained against the skin.

Vicky pointed at Kane. “I didn’t wake you for this very reason. Peyton told me you treasure your sleep and I knew if I woke up one of you, this whole house would come alive with fury.”

It did.

“What did they drink?” Braden demanded answers again.

“Pretty much everything from vodka to scotch from the looks of our bar,” Evan said.

Peyton moaned and then fell over to the side, curling into a ball at the base of the throne. Evan knelt beside of her. “Vicky, hand me some more washcloths.”

Kane stared from one brother to the next trying to shake off sleep. “Is she going to be all right?” Concern laced his voice. “I want to take her to the hospital.”

“No, we’re going to keep her awake and feed her. Go fix her something to eat.”

“Food?” She sat up and looked at them blankly before dipping her head once more. She flushed and then fell over again, this time in Evan’s lap.

“Yuk,” he commented.

“At least she’s talking.” Vicky slurred her words. “She couldn’t say very much earlier.”

Braden didn’t want to hear one more word from Vicky now, and he made it crystal clear. He raised his voice. “You mean to tell me she was sick and unable to speak and you refused to wake us up?”

Braden never raised his voice, especially to Peyton but he liked Vicky too and rarely shot her a cross word. Often, Peyton and Vicky deserved a few of them. Right now qualified.

“Peyton begged, and she hates to upset you.”

“They didn’t want us mad because they drank everything from Jack and Coke to straight-up vodka if the shot glasses and limes tell the tale.” Evan tried to encourage Peyton to sit up by shifting his weight and holding her small body forward.

“That’s it. Evan, load Vicky up and take her home,” Braden snarled.

“Are you kidding me? I can’t go home at four in the morning!”

Braden ignored her. “I mean it. Load her up and take her home.”

“Please don’t do this. My dad will kill me.” The whole community knew Vicky’s father. An ex-convict, the man often took his bitterness out on his family, and this sort of thing would set him off.

“Please,” she added with a whisper.

Evan shook his head. “You’re pissed right now, Braden. I am too but I’m not taking her home. She can sleep it off here.” He turned around and studied her. “Are you gonna be sick too?”

She quickly shook her head. “I don’t…I don’t…” She choked back tears now, “I don’t drink very much because I do awful things when I get drunk.”

Braden’s eyes met Evan’s for a second. “Then if you do ‘awful’ things when you drink, maybe you should think about giving up the bottle.”

Kane grunted and then pushed by her. “Get her to bed, Evan. Put her in the guest room next to you. I’d hate to pay her a visit in the middle of the night. Lord only knows what kind of awful things she might try to do to me.”

Vicky let a huff and followed a chuckling Evan out of the bathroom. “You wish, Kane.”

Kane rubbed Peyton’s head. “Well, little birthday girl, let’s get you downstairs.”

“No,” she whined as she curled her arms tighter around her stomach.

“Good Lord, she stinks. You’re going to have to get her in the shower. How long has she been sick?”

“A few hours,” Braden said. “According to Vicky.”

“Want me to go get that BFF person and see if she can bathe her?”

Braden shook his head. “I’ll do it.”

“You’re going to do it?”

“Hell, you want to do it? I’ll gladly let you.”

“I’d almost volunteer,” Evan somewhat offered when he reappeared in the doorway.

Peyton clutched her sides again and moaned. “I’m sick again.”

“On second thought, you can do it. I’ll help Kane in the kitchen.”

Evan and Kane made off like bandits and left Braden to the task of bathing one beautiful woman. Somehow, as her pale skin threatened to break his heart, he wasn’t sure he would enjoy touching her like he once thought he might. At least, not this time.

“Evan…” she slurred. “Braden saw me naked.”

Evan laughed. “Hell, you’re lucky we all didn’t see you naked.”

“What…did…he say…?” Her speech pattern continued to suggest the obvious. She didn’t know she lived in this world right now.

“He said you’re fat,” Evan teased.

“And ugly,” Kane said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Is that all?” she drawled.

“That’s pretty much it,” Evan replied.

Kane watched her sleep one minute and jerk the next. “Braden said one of us needed to sleep in here. You earn my vote.” He stood up and peered down at the lovely child-like woman curled on the bed.

“No way in hell,” Evan said. “Want me to wake up tomorrow and do something you’ll regret?”

Kane swallowed stiffly, “I can’t sleep in here. I like my own bed too much.”

“You like her too much,” Evan stated the obvious.

Peyton smiled, and Kane saw trouble coming before she muttered the first word. “He gave me a gooooooood birthday kiss.”

“Drink another one, Peyton,” Kane snapped. His stomach lurched with the reminder and he shook his head. “Wishful thinkin’ for a teenage girl.”

Peyton blinked and stared at them. “He did. I swear it.”

“Peyton, you want another shot or a keg with your name on it?”

She doubled over. “Oh God, if I ever see alcohol again, I’ll puke.”

“Then go to sleep,” Kane snarled.

“Sleep with me,” she slurred.

Evan sighed. “She hath no idea what thou asketh, does she? Fine, I’ll stay with her. Besides, I have a feeling she’s going to tell me a few things I can’t wait to hear.” Evan suddenly itched to pull bed duty. “I love juicy gossip. If she’s drunk enough to talk, I’ll stay alert enough to listen.”