Page 36 of Burn Bag

“Sort of making it worse,” she gasped. “Breathe…need air…”

I rolled my eyes at the exaggerated request, but then, to mysurprise, she turned to face me and her eyes drifted over my shoulder right before she fell to the ground with a thud.

“Oops,” I muttered. “I killed her. That’s not good.” I shoved my hand over my face, scrubbing hard to wipe away the alcohol. Christ, I couldn’t think straight this morning.

The woman popped upright, yawning loudly as she stretched her arms, scaring the crap out of me.

“What the fuck!” I shouted, tripping over my own feet. “I thought I killed you!”

She snorted, rolling to her knees. “Vaso…vagal syncope,” she mumbled, using the bed to get to her feet. “‘Member?”

No, I did not remember. In fact, there wasn’t much about the past…I didn’t even know how long, that I did remember.

“Can you get this off me?” she groaned, pulling at her dress.

I stumbled over to the nightstand and grabbed my pocket knife. “Just hold still. I’m not entirely sober.”

Or at all.

It took all my concentration as she sat in front of me as still as she could be with alcohol flowing through her system. Very carefully, I sliced the laces until they finally broke free and I was able to pull the rest through the loops.

“Oh, thank God,” she muttered, getting to her feet. The dress pooled in a white puddle at her heels, and what was left…

I swallowed my tongue as she stood in front of me in white lingerie with garters and ribbons…fuck, it was sexy as hell. As she turned to face me, I let out a cough as I choked on my own spit. Fuck, that bra…her breasts were pushed up in the sexiest corset I’d ever seen. I wanted to rip it off her right now and have my way with her, but I didn’t even know her name.

At least, I was pretty sure I didn’t.

I didn’t dare stand. I was pretty sure my cock was already hard for her, but it was difficult to tell in my addled state. “Shower,” I muttered, telling myself what I needed.

“Coffee.”

She went her way and I went mine. I barely saw her grab a shirt offthe floor before stumbling out of the bedroom while I headed to the bathroom. Cold water would clear my head and bring some clarity to whatever situation I was in.

As the water ran, I stripped out of my clothes and shoved them aside, then stepped under the spray with a shout. The cold did nothing to tame the beast raging down below. If anything, it only made the situation more uncomfortable.

I grabbed my raging hard-on and jerked it only a few times before I came spilling into my hand. Fuck, that was pathetic. But all I had to do was imagine her in that fucking lingerie and?—

“Stop it,” I hissed. “Fuck, get some coffee and clear your head.”

I quickly washed and then dressed in tactical gear, ready to take on the day. It didn’t matter that we were supposed to be on our honeymoon. I had a siren out there who would wreak havoc on my cock if I let her.

I was still half lit when I reached the kitchen, but at least I wasn’t still fogged up from the alcohol. I could function, which was more than I could say about the woman slumped over on my counter. Her chin was barely held up by the palm of her hand, and the drool sliding out of her mouth lent an air of drunkenness that rivaled anything I’d seen in the past. Just how much had we drunk last night?

I strode over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup, barely taking a sip before deciding it wasn’t nearly strong enough to get me through the day. I dumped out the contents of the coffeemaker and started over, making it three times as strong.

The woman jerked upright, snorting as she did so. Her eyes blinked slowly as she took in her surroundings, then she slumped over again, mumbling something under her breath.

I was about to start grilling her when I realized that was pretty much pointless while she was in this state. She needed to sober up just as much as I did. By the time the coffee was done, I had a plan in place. After taking a few sips, I plopped the mug down and walked over to her, sliding my hands under her armpits.

“Alright, let’s get you showered.”

“Ugh, I don’t have the energy.”

“Neither do I, but we have shit to discuss.”

She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and slumped against me, pretty much acting as dead weight in my arms. I tried walking with her over to the stairs, but it was a losing battle. Her legs were flopping all around and her hand kept smacking me in the face from where it was draped over my shoulder.

Sighing, I hoisted her up bridal style, ignoring the irony of the situation, as I carried her upstairs, doing my best to ignore the way she looked in her outfit. I needed to get her sobered up, but in order to do that, I really needed her naked, which was not going to happen. She’d just have to shower with the lingerie on. All she needed was the cold shock anyway.

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